Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

After finishing his call with his mother, Wang Xingyu tidied up his things and, seeing that it was almost 11 o'clock, immediately drove straight to Xinghua Bank.

During the meal, Lin Yuxi said, "Mom called me this morning and said she misses Xiaoxin very much and asked if I have time to come over this weekend."

My mom is amazing!

Wang Xingyu inwardly praised him, but his face remained expressionless as he asked, "How did you reply?"

Lin Yuxi said, "I wanted to discuss something with you. What's the current situation between you and Dad?"

Wang Xingyu said with a wry smile, "We haven't been in contact since our last argument."

Lin Yuxi asked, "So what are you planning to do? Are you going to just keep giving it the cold shoulder?"

Wang Xingyu shook his head and said, "No, I want to go back and admit my mistakes to him. What my dad said when he scolded me was right, and I think I really deserved it. Yuxi, how about we take Xiaoxin back to our hometown on Saturday?"

"As long as you have the courage to apologize sincerely, I have no problem with you."

"Then it's settled. By the way, did Jiang Zhuo bother you today?"

"The way he looked at me was a little strange, but he didn't talk to me at all."

"I saw him in the small square in our neighborhood this morning and told him that we've been living together for a while now."

"So he believed it?"

"It should be."

"That's a good thing."

Wang Xingyu raised an eyebrow and asked with a playful tone, "Don't you think it's a pity that you've lost a big simp who was pursuing you?"

Lin Yuxi rolled her eyes at him and said, "I just feel like I've avoided a lot of trouble."

Just then, Wang Xingyu's phone rang.

When I took it out, I saw it was a call from Huang Qingyang.

"Hey, Old Huang, what are your instructions?"

"Were you closed today?"

"Yes, I have some personal matters to attend to. What's wrong?"

"An old friend of mine is coming to see you for a medical checkup. Could you spare some time to come over?"

"What illness?"

"A very special kind of mental illness."

"I'll be there in an hour."

......

After hanging up the phone, Wang Xingyu said, "My traditional Chinese medicine clinic has finally opened."

Lin Yuxi smiled and said, "It's been almost two weeks since we opened. This can't be your first patient, can it?"

Wang Xingyu nodded and said, "You're right, this really is my first proper patient."

Lin Yuxi said, "I think your traditional Chinese medicine clinic is about to go out of business."

"wrong."

Wang Xingyu said smugly, "My traditional Chinese medicine clinic is similar to an antique shop; it doesn't open for three years, but when it does, it feeds us for three years. For example, this mental patient—if I can handle him, the medical expenses will be at least several million."

Lin Yuxi exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?"

Wang Xingyu said, "Anyone who comes to me for treatment definitely meets two conditions: first, they are desperate and have tried countless hospitals without success; second, they are wealthy. My minimum consultation fee is 200,000 yuan. The old man Huang who just called me is a super-rich man with a net worth of hundreds of billions or even trillions. His friends must be rich. A few million yuan is nothing to them."

Lin Yuxi said irritably, "You're increasingly showing the potential to be a shrewd businesswoman."

Wang Xingyu laughed and said, "My condition for asking for money is that I cure the person's illness. If I can't cure them, I won't take a single penny."

After finishing his meal and dropping Lin Yuxi off at the bank, Wang Xingyu went to his traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

After opening the door and tidying up a bit, I saw Huang Qingyang walk in with an elderly man and a child.

The old man looked two years older than Huang Qingyang. His hair was already white, his skin was dark and rough, his face was full of wrinkles, and he walked with a powerful stride, exuding an imposing aura and a hint of iron-bloodedness.

Even an ordinary person, let alone Wang Xingyu, could tell that this old man was definitely from the military and must have a very high status.

The old man was holding the hand of a six or seven-year-old boy.

Wang Xingyu noticed the problem with the child at just one glance.

His eyes were lifeless, his expression blank and dull, like a walking corpse, devoid of any vitality.

The patient is probably this little boy.

Sure enough, Huang Qingyang said, "Old Sun, this is Dr. Wang Xingyu whom I told you about. Little Wang, this is my old friend Sun Dasheng."

Sun Dasheng sized up Wang Xingyu, frowned, and said, "Old Huang, are you sure you're not mistaken? Dr. Wang looks very young."

Today, Sun Dasheng brought his grandson to the psychiatric department of Antai Hospital for treatment, but as before, there was no improvement.

Disappointed, he remembered his old friend Huang Zhen, who was living in seclusion in Haijiang City, so he called him and poured out his grievances.

So, Huang Qingyang, with a "nothing to lose" mentality, recommended Wang Xingyu to him.

Wang Xingyu smiled and said, "First of all, medical skills, abilities, and talent have absolutely nothing to do with age. Secondly, since you've come to me, it means you've consulted countless experts without success. In desperation, you finally agreed to give me, a quack doctor, a try. Now you're immediately doubting my medical skills; aren't you afraid I'll refuse to treat this child?"

Huang Qingyang also said, "Old Sun, you're judging a book by its cover. Xiao Wang's medical skills are unparalleled; he even cured Zhao Yuan's injuries. He should be able to cure Xiao Gang's illness as well."

Sun Dasheng was taken aback and asked, "Zhao Yuan is better?"

Huang Qingyang nodded and smiled, "That's right."

Sun Dasheng was very clear about Zhao Yuan's injuries.

Huang Qingyang consulted countless well-known experts and doctors for him, but none of them could cure him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xingyu cured him in the end, which shows how skilled he is in medicine.

Sun Dasheng clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute to Wang Xingyu and said, "Dr. Wang, I was so blind to your abilities just now, I apologize to you."

"puff"

Wang Xingyu chuckled and said, "Old Sun, it's just an apology; you don't need to berate yourself."

Sun Dasheng looked at the little boy, patted his head, and said, "If you can cure my grandson, I'll gladly accept any scolding or even my immediate death."

Wang Xingyu asked, "What's wrong with your grandson?"

Sun Dasheng said, "His name is Xiaogang, he is six and a half years old, and he hasn't spoken for more than a year. He's like...like a fool."

It turns out that when Xiaogang was five years old, Sun Dasheng and his wife took him to the amusement park.

Because there were too many people in the amusement park at the time, and Xiao Gang was running very fast, the two elderly people couldn't keep up with him at all, and as a result, they were abducted by human traffickers.

The police used every means possible and finally rescued Xiaogang from the human traffickers a month later.

What Sun Dasheng found unacceptable was that Xiao Gang, who was originally sunny and cheerful, seemed to have completely changed.

He is silent, expressionless, often spacing out, and has nightmares all night long.

Seeing his grandson in this state, Sun Dasheng was both heartbroken and filled with self-reproach.

For a whole year, Sun Dasheng took Xiaogang to hospitals all over the country and abroad, and sought treatment from dozens of psychiatric experts, but with almost no effect.

Left with no other choice, Sun Dasheng returned to Xingyun, hoping that his grandson would recover when he grew up.

A while ago, Sun Dasheng heard that there was a very famous psychology professor in the Department of Psychiatry at Antai Hospital, so he brought Xiaogang there, but of course it was a wasted trip.

Wang Xingyu activated his Heavenly Eye and took a look at Xiao Gang's situation, immediately understanding the situation.

"Grandpa Sun, have you given the child his medicine?"

Sun Dasheng said with a wry smile, "A quarter of a sleeping pill every night."

Upon hearing this, Huang Qingyang frowned and said, "How could you give such a young child sleeping pills?"

Sun Dasheng's eyes instantly reddened, and he said, "If Xiaogang doesn't take sleeping pills, he can't sleep at night. We really have no other choice."

"Let me take the child's pulse first."

As Wang Xingyu spoke, he reached out to take Xiao Gang's hand.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Gang shuddered, his eyes filled with terror, and he quickly hid behind his grandfather.

Wang Xingyu asked, "Is he afraid of strangers?"

Sun Dasheng nodded and said, "Apart from our family, Xiaogang is afraid of everyone."

Wang Xingyu said, "I guess those human traffickers did something that scared Xiaogang so much that his soul was damaged."

Sun Dasheng was a little confused and said, "Three souls and seven spirits? That's superstition."

Wang Xingyu gave him a deep look and solemnly said, "Humans have three souls: Heaven, Earth, and Fate. They also have seven spirits: Heavenly Spirit, Spiritual Wisdom Spirit, Vitality Spirit, Strength Spirit, Central Spirit, Essence Spirit, and Heroic Spirit."

"As the saying goes, the two souls of Heaven and Earth are always outside, while only the soul of life resides alone in the body. A person's soul of life governs thought and wisdom through the Heavenly Vitality Soul, action through the Vital Energy Soul and the Central Vitality Soul, and the physical body through the Essence Soul and the Core Soul."

"Xiao Gang suffered from Tianchong (a type of acupoint) and damage to his intelligence, which led to mental stagnation and dementia. The reason he has nightmares every night is because he is constantly in a state of fear. Even when you are right in front of him, his thoughts are always stuck on the thing that frightens him."

Sun Dasheng felt that the young man in front of him looked a bit like a charlatan, and asked, "Are you a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine or a Taoist priest?"

Wang Xingyu shrugged and said, "I am both a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and a Taoist priest; the two are essentially one family."

Seeing that Sun Dasheng seemed to be about to lose his temper, Huang Qingyang quickly said, "Xiao Wang, we really don't understand what you've been saying. Since you've determined that Xiaogang's soul is damaged, is there any way to cure him and make him a normal person?"

Sun Dasheng said, "Yeah, can you even do it?"

Wang Xingyu said, "Yes."

Sun Dasheng was both surprised and delighted, and asked, "Really?"

Wang Xingyu raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course it's true. There are definitely no more than five people in the whole world who can cure this disease, and I am one of them."