Chapter 141 Onset (on the shelf plus more ~ 1

In fact, Gong Hanlin wanted to tell Wang Yao three points, the first is that you need to make money to live, but as long as you make enough money, you can do it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The second is to have ideas in life, you can try something with your own ideas within your ability, but don't exceed your own ability, he is a cross talk actor with comedy skills, so he can act in sketches, if he is a singer or a worker, he must not have this ability.

The third is to tell Wang Yao that the difference between professional actors and actors, the times divide craftsmen into two types, there is a fundamental difference, there is no comparison, since you have chosen, you must insist.

It is very pertinent and true advice, Wang Yao can feel Gong Hanlin's kindness, or Zhao Lirong brought him here just to give Wang Yao some advice.

Because Wang Yao officially stepped into this circle, as close people, they didn't want to watch Wang Yao go astray.

And the most important point is that Gong Hanlin wants to tell Wang Yao that as a professional actor and artist, this craft is not only a means to make money, but also an obligation, unless it cannot guarantee your survival, otherwise you abandon it, which is treachery.

This is very important, this is the basis of being a human being.

Getting rich and getting promoted are all related to personal ability and chance, and it is wrong to be too demanding.

Gong Hanlin, as an elder, transmitted this basic concept to Wang Yao, in order to keep his mentality peaceful, because Vanity Fair, once he loses himself, it is equivalent to ruin.

And if Wang Yao is really ruined, it will be a failure of their education and guidance, and it will also involve them.

After all, it's already a family.

Wang Yao is very grateful that he is so lucky to have so many people teach him some life experience on the road of his growth, which can let him know a lot of things in advance, although some things are inevitable to experience, and it is useless to hear.

The stage sang until the early hours of the morning before it dispersed, and the villagers were still unsatisfied, listening to the opera was the habit of their ancestors, and then the troupe went out, unless they had a red and white wedding event, they would be able to invite some back from the town, and they now have fewer and fewer opportunities to listen to the opera.

It is ironic that those who want to hear it can't hear it, but those who don't want to hear it have the ability to hear it.

Wang Yao feels that this is also a problem.

There seemed to be more and more problems, Wang Yao was lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, a little restless.

It was nearly three or four o'clock, suddenly there was a noise in the yard, and something seemed to have happened, Wang Yao was shocked, turned over and got off the bed, grabbed his shirt and went downstairs.

He Saifei, who was sleeping in a daze, seemed to have been woken up, and he was leaning on his body with a confused face, and he didn't care about the large piece of tender meat exposed by the straps of his nightgown, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but I think I've heard someone vomited blood. Wang Yao's face was full of nervousness, and he went out of the door and followed the noise to the front hall, looking at the crowd gathered in front of the front yard guest room, his heart sank.

It is Zhao Lirong's room.

"What's wrong. Wang Yao squeezed through the crowd and entered the house, and the smell of blood on his face made him tremble.

"The old lady is sick. A female disciple who came with Zhao Lirong was pale, and the copper basin in her hand was full of blood and blood-stained handkerchiefs.

Wang Yao held on to the door frame and didn't dare to go forward, looking at the people who were in a hurry, his mind was blank.

Wang Yao didn't faint blood, but he thought of a not very good cause, which made Wang Yao, who had already lost a loved one time, a little scared.

"What are you doing at the door!" Xu Feng's low shout sounded behind Wang Yao, making Wang Yao's body tremble in fright.

"Follow me to Mr. Big. The buttons of Xu Feng's shirt have not yet spoken, and his hair is messy but his expression is calm.

Wang Yao instinctively followed Xu Feng and ran outside, and only came back to his senses in a trance halfway through, remembering that he seemed to have such a thing as medical skills.

"I'm going back. Wang Yao stopped and shouted.

Xu Feng and Xu Jie, who were running in front, and the two men from the troupe also stopped.

"You go and ask Mr. Big first. Xu Feng instructed Xu Jie and the others, frowning and looking at Wang Yao, who was pale and sweating profusely on his forehead, "What are you going to do when you go back?"

"I can stop the bleeding first, but lung cancer has to stop the bleeding first. Wang Yao said in a trembling voice.

"Do you know that she has lung cancer?" Xu Fengleng paused, few people knew about Zhao Lirong's old illness, because the old lady was afraid that the audience would know about her lung cancer, and she couldn't laugh when she saw the sketch she played.

"I'll heal. Wang Yao said that he was going to run back.

"Come back to me!" Xu Feng snorted and stretched out his hand to pull Wang Yao back, took his hand and said, "Look at your shaking hands, how to cure the disease." ”

Wang Yao was like a slap on the head, looking at his trembling hands, his eyes quickly turned red.

"What are you crying about, old men!" Xu Feng said in a low voice, "Lung cancer vomiting blood is just the onset of the disease, it can be treated, Mr. Big's wonderful hand rejuvenation, you go with me to invite is the most important thing, pointing to your medical skills, is it to give your godmother a ride?"

Wang Yao bit the tip of his tongue, his mind cleared up a lot, and he followed Xu Feng towards Mr. Big's residence.

Everyone carried Mr. Da back to the old mansion on a stretcher, at this time Zhao Lirong had passed out, but the condition was under control, it turned out that Gong Hanlin came this time not only to see Wang Yao, but also worried about Zhao Lirong's condition, so he came with two doctors.

Gong Hanlin sat slumped in the chair for a while, wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead, looked up and saw Wang Yao standing outside the door with his head bowed, and said with a smile, "Xiao Yao, come in." ”

Wang Yao's body trembled, and his red eyes looked at Gong Hanlin timidly.

He suddenly remembered that if it weren't for himself, Zhao Lirong would not have come here to participate in his apprenticeship ceremony, and he would not have fallen ill, thinking of this, Wang Yao regretted it very much.

"Come here, it's fine. Gong Hanlin smiled and beckoned.

Wang Yao pursed his lips and walked over with his head down.

"Godmother, this is an old problem, it can't be treated, vomiting blood is frequent, it's okay. Gong Hanlin comforted.

"It's all because of me. Wang Yao said in a trembling voice.

"Nonsense. Gong Hanlin sank down and shouted in a low voice, "Don't think about it, you think so much, let your godmother think." ”

Wang Yao's body trembled, and the corners of his mouth were pursed to hold back tears.

"Your apprenticeship is a big deal, and your parents must be there, besides, this illness is not because of you. Gong Hanlin smiled, "Godmother's kindness must be blessed, the best filial piety we can do as children is not to worry her, understand?"

Wang Yao nodded.

"You go back and rest, there should be no problem, I have already called the provincial hospital, and I will send a car to pick us up and go back to the hospital, and when you are done here, I will go to see my godmother." Gong Hanlin admonished.

Wang Yao pursed the corners of his mouth, "I'll go in and take a look." ”

After speaking, Wang Yao went upstairs, the lamp was lit on the second floor, and the two doctors were discussing something, and saw Wang Yao come up and take a look.

Mr. Big sat on the edge of the bed and cut Zhao Lirong's pulse, while Xu Feng waited on the side.

Wang Yaoqiang walked to the side of the bed with his somewhat vain legs, watching the old lady sleep peacefully, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

The old lady's breathing was muddy and heavy, with a strong noise, Wang Yao's ear strength was sure enough, of course he could hear it, this was already a bone disease.

The spleen is the source of phlegm, the lungs are the storage of phlegm, the lungs and spleen qi are deficient, the yin and yang are out of harmony, and they are affected by the evil of wind cold or wind heat.

Phlegm stasis dissolves heat, burns the blood vessels, and coughs up sputum and blood. If the phlegm is condensed under the skin, it will be seen that there is pelvic tuberculosis, and if it flows to the bones, it will become bone paralysis, and if it flows into the brain, it will cause headache and blindness.

Traditional Chinese medicine does not have the concept of cancer cells, and uses evil qi as the cause, and evil qi enters the body to harm righteous qi and cause symptoms.

In addition to bronchial infection, lung disease may also be caused by the spleen, as well as mental stress, but now looking at the old lady's state, it should be in the late stage, but Wang Yao doesn't know which one.

Because there are no such advanced treatments in "Bian Que Neijing", they are all some etiological theories, and Wang Yao can only infer them. (To be continued.) )