Chapter 69 — Why Not Invite Him Along? (Please Vote, Bookmark and Support)
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Yang Huaijun's entire bodily function had been thrown into chaos by medication—both Chinese and Western drugs. They kept him alive for the moment, but to put it bluntly, he was a crossbow at full draw: any tiny lesion could turn fatal.
To heal all the damaged internal organs at once was impossible. Even the old man himself probably didn't have that ability—and besides, Wei Zhao had already inherited all of the old man's true teachings.
After carefully checking Yang Huaijun's pulse today, Wei Zhao realized that the root of the man's illness lay in his meridians being completely severed. With the meridians connecting the five viscera and six bowels cut off, the organs' functions were bound to suffer, leading to organ failure.
In that case, Wei Zhao decided to start with the damaged meridians. Once the meridians throughout the body were unblocked, the organs' functions would naturally recover as well. Yang Huaijun was only in his twenties, not yet at the stage of bodily decline—all this could recover on its own.
Only after writing out a satisfactory prescription and treatment plan did Wei Zhao breathe a sigh of relief. Though he had been confident before that he could restore Yang Huaijun to normal, until he had a workable plan in hand, he had still been a little worried.
Ah, Wei Zhao sighed. If he could teach Yang Huaijun the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art that he himself cultivated, all this trouble would be unnecessary. But he had promised the old man: apart from the old man and his own master, no fourth person could be told.
Though the old man counted as Wei Zhao's master in a sense, strictly speaking he was more like family. The old man was no weakling himself, but the lethal moves Wei Zhao had learned came down from another master.
Rumor had it that in their youth, his master and the old man of this house had gone through hardship together, their bond forged in life and death. Of course, Wei Zhao knew little of the details — only the haziest outlines.
"Click..." A faint sound came from beyond the room. Wei Zhao's sharp senses caught it instantly. He swept the prescription and treatment plan out of sight and slipped like a shadow to the door.
But in the next breath, Wei Zhao relaxed. It was Uncle Qing, come to deliver dinner — the sound must have been Uncle Qing opening the door.
Wei Zhao pulled open the door and stepped out. "Uncle Qing."
"Mr. Lin, dinner is ready." Uncle Qing smiled and gave Wei Zhao a nod.
Uncle Qing left swiftly after setting down the food. Gu Mengyao locked the villa door and glanced over at Wei Zhao, who had just helped Shen Yushu lay out the dishes and was already heading back to his room. She wanted to call him over to eat with them, but the words caught in her throat and she swallowed them back. In that moment of hesitation, Wei Zhao had already disappeared behind his door.
Hmph, suit yourself. Gu Mengyao bristled with irritation. She had gone out of her way yesterday to signal that he could eat with her, and this was how he repaid her — straight back to his room.
Had Wei Zhao known what was running through Gu Mengyao's mind, he would have howled about being wronged. It was precisely because he feared this young mistress would take offense that he had helped Shen Yushu lay out the food and then returned to his room, waiting for the two of them to finish before going to pick over the remains like a sweeping wind.
Wei Zhao didn't mind their leftovers in the slightest. As Kang Xiaofeng had put it, back at school the boys who would queue up for the leftovers of Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu could form a line clear around the building.
"Aren't we going to invite Brother Arrow to eat too?" Shen Yushu had wanted to ask Wei Zhao earlier, but wasn't sure whether Gu Mengyao would object.
"Never mind him. Let's eat." The mere mention of the matter set Gu Mengyao's teeth on edge.