Elixir Supplier - Anorexia

“Good tea!” he sighed.
    

The two left the clinic and went to Xishan Hill.
    

“Since what happened last time, the villagers must be worried,” Professor Wu asked.
    

“Yes, many people have are wanting to move out,” Wang Yao said.
    

“This mountain village is very good,” Professor Wu said. “It is very peaceful. Since I came and stayed for a while, my heart has been quiet. What about you?”
    

“I’ll stay here,” Wang Yao said.
    

The two arrived at the first pit, where they had visited last time. There were several pits inside, all of which were dug by Wang Yao. “Let’s go down to see it.”
    

They went into the pit. In it, they saw the mice hole and dead mice inside.
    

“What is this?” Professor Wu asked.
    

“I put some rat poison down. It looks like it worked,” Wang Yao said.
    

Professor Wu knew how troubling mice could be. They had a strong reproductive ability and survivability, as well as excellent mobility. They could be stalking all over the mountain village. If the mice carried the terrible bacteria around, it would be an extremely terrible thing.
    

The two went to other places and finally came to the broken, charred rock.
    

“I understand microorganisms, but I do not understand insects!” Professor Wu knelt and looked at it carefully. He took several photos. “He should be interested.”
    

They wandered around carefully. After taking more photos, they went down the mountain.
    

“Professor Wu, are you very busy?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“It’s very busy recently,” Professor Wu said.
    

“What about staying for lunch?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“Good,” Professor Wu said.
    

The ate at the restaurant in the neighboring village. In the past, guests came in like gathering clouds, resulting in even an idle table being unavailable. Now, it was empty.
    

“Hey, Dr. Wang, come in, please come in!” Seeing a guest coming, the manager almost ran out to welcome them.
    

“What’s wrong here?” Wang Yao asked. “There should be a lot of people on a weekday!”
    

“Hey, it’s all due to that sickness,” the manager said. “It was said that an infectious disease happened in your village and a dozen people died. Since my restaurant is so close, who dares to come here to have a meal? There have only been two groups of guests in the past four days.”
    

Wang Yao felt bad for the manager. If things stayed this way, it was likely the restaurant would have to close.
    

“Can we get a few side dishes with a jug of wine?” he asked.
    

“Yes, wait a moment,” the manager said.
    

Since they were the only guests in the restaurant, the dishes were served quickly. All of them were delicacies from land and river.
    

“Professor Wu, though the restaurant is small, the food tastes good,” Wang Yao said.
    

Originally, Wang Yao wanted to invite his driver and assistant to join them. He was rejected by the assistant, who felt that his teacher must have something to talk about with the guy who looked so young.
    

“Well, it’s really good.” Professor Wu took a taste using chopsticks. “Not bad.”
    

“Would you like a drink?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“OK,”
    

The two ate, drank, and chatted happily.
    

“Do you ever think about moving somewhere else?” Professor Wu asked after three rounds of wine. They had almost finished the meal.
    

“I like this kind of life. A place like Jing is not suitable for me.” Wang Yao smiled.
    

Although it was prosperous, it was too complicated. Plus, the air was not good. Many people who worked and lived in Jing said they often felt breathless. That was not just because of air pollution. It was also because of the great pressure of life, especially considering that a house could cost a few million dollars. Living in first-tier cities like Jing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, people in the ordinary working-class were under great pressure.
    

“Given the knowledge you have, based on my conservative estimates, you could easily be equal to a lecturer in a university of relevant major,” Professor Wu said. “I… Forget it.” He smiled and waved his hand.
    

If Wang Yao was willing to teach, some people would take the initiative to come to school. Not to mention others far away, many people who had recently met him wanted to learn his medical and kung fu skills.
    

After drinking wine, Professor Wu’s face was slightly red. He rarely drank with others in his daily life. When lunch was finished, he left with the carefully sealed box Wang Yao had given him.
    

“Have a safe journey,” Wang Yao said.
    

“Thank you, remember to tell me if you come to Jing,” Professor Wu said.
    

Wang Yao did not forget to advise the professor’s assistant. “If Professor Wu feels any discomfort, please tell me.”
    

On this trip to Xishan, they went up the mountain without any protection. Under such circumstances, he had no problem. It wouldn’t necessarily be the same for Professor Wu. He might be infected.
    

“OK, sure,” the assistant said.
    

He had followed Professor Wu for a while and knew the man’s character. He rarely drank. If he did, it was usually not very much. Now, he had drunk more than a little. Generally, he only drank this way with people with whom he was familiar.
    

After sending them off, Wang Yao returned to the clinic. That afternoon, a man in his 40s came in. He was thin and had a pale face and a weak voice.
    

“Hello, Dr. Wang, martial law here can be unsettling,” the man said. He had been there twice. Every time he came, he had encountered martial law.
    

“Sorry, where are you not feeling well?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“I don’t want to eat. I feel sick when I eat a little,” the man said.
    

“Is it that you don’t want to eat anything, or is it just some foods you don’t want to eat?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“I don’t want to eat anything,” the man said.
    

“Come on, I will check you,” Wang Yao said.
    

Looking at his complexion, he could tell his Qi and blood were deficient, which led to a lack of vigor. The man gave off no peculiar odor. Only his breath was slightly hot.
    

After feeling his pulse, Wang Yao was surprised. “Your body is still relatively healthy.”
    

As for the pulse, there was no other big problem except for the weak constitution and lack of blood and Qi.
    

“Is it? But, why don’t I want to eat?” the man asked.
    

“That would be anorexia,” Wang Yao said. “When did you start to have the feeling?”
    

“Well, about a month ago,” the man said.
    

“Is there anything that may have triggered this disease?” Wang Yao asked.
    

“Oh, that’s it. It was about a month ago,” the man said. “My wife had just steamed some buns. When I was eating, I ate a hair from the bun. I felt disgusted at that time. I almost threw it up.
    

“After a few days, my wife made meatballs. When I ate them, I ate a hair and vomited. I didn’t for three days then because I felt sick when I ate. I felt a little better after a dozen days. I went out to drink. I ate a large intestine of pork. It was like I was smelling pig manure, so I vomited.”
    

The man’s face suddenly changed. It seemed he was going to vomit.
    

This was Wang Yao’s first time dealing with this type of illness, which was actually a mental illness. “What do you do when you are hungry?”
    

“Although I am hungry, I just don’t want to eat. I force myself to eat something every day,” the man said. “But it must be what I like in my daily life.”
    

“That is troublesome,” Wang Yao whispered to himself.
    

For the time being, he couldn’t think of a very suitable solution.
    

“Leave your contact information. I’ll call you if I think of the appropriate treatment. Of course, I suggest you go to a larger hospital. Maybe they have some treatments,” Wang Yao said.
    

“Oh, OK.” The man left him the phone number and left.
    

Anorexia?
    

This disease was occasionally seen in films, television programs, or novels. It also could be seen in the news. Patients were sick and did not want to eat anything, so the body became extremely thin. In some extreme cases, they even needed to use injections to help the body operate normally.