Chapter 138 — We Used to Be Comrades-in-Arms
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"So you already know Grandpa Guan? Even better - saves me the introduction." Yang Huaijun breathed a sigh of relief. With that, his duty as matchmaker was done. Since the two of them already knew each other, their conversation could only go all the more smoothly.
Yang Huaijun didn't think much of what Wei Zhao had said, but when the words reached Guan Xuewen's ears, they were staggering! He had assumed that Wei Zhao, so impossibly young, must come from some hidden family of traditional Chinese medicine - in which case having a few lost ancient prescriptions on hand would be perfectly normal.
But Wei Zhao had gone to the bookstore to look up references so he could write a prescription for Yang Huaijun. That was rather startling! In other words, the prescription was entirely Wei Zhao's own creation, not something pulled off a shelf. That alone showed what level Wei Zhao's research into Chinese medicine had reached.
It was just... not even fully familiar with the properties of the herbs, needing to look them up at the bookstore on the spot, yet daring to write a prescription and administer medicine... That kind of nerve was far too audacious! And yet Yang Huaijun had actually trusted him and taken the medicine. Just what exactly was the relationship between these two?
Guan Xuewen was an old hand at reading people. From the subtle gestures and attitudes when Wei Zhao and Yang Huaijun arrived, he could tell the bond between them ran deep. But exactly what kind of bond, even Guan Xuewen could not guess.
But judging by the efficacy, the medicine Wei Zhao had prepared really did work on Yang Huaijun - and that was what shocked Guan Xuewen the most! It seemed Wei Zhao was not relying on some family secret formula but was genuinely formidable. Then today's meeting was something to look forward to.
"I'm ashamed, truly ashamed." Guan Xuewen shook his head with some embarrassment. "Back then, I even tried to get you to enroll in my college of Chinese medicine. Who among the students there could possibly teach you? You'd be better suited as our teacher!"
"Ah, Director Guan jests," Wei Zhao said politely. "What I know is merely some fringe material. After all, Chinese medicine isn't my main field..."
"What? Chinese medicine isn't your main field?" Guan Xuewen was even more stunned by Wei Zhao's words. He even thought to himself, is this kid putting on airs in front of me? Yang Huaijun's condition had stumped countless expert consultations, and Wei Zhao had casually cured him - and Chinese medicine isn't his main field?
However, seeing the sincerity on Wei Zhao's face, and recalling the poised, unyielding words Wei Zhao had spoken at the bookstore that day, Guan Xuewen had no choice but to believe what the young man was saying was true.
"Well, my current main occupation is being a high school senior," Wei Zhao scratched his head. "Actually, Brother Jun knows all about my situation... right?"
Yang Huaijun was somewhat helpless. How could he just casually tell Guan Xuewen about Wei Zhao's affairs? He looked at Wei Zhao with difficulty - if you won't tell people about your own business, how am I supposed to say anything?
"Heh..." In truth, Wei Zhao had no particular desire to hide anything from Guan Xuewen. Since Guan Xuewen had been treating Yang Huaijun's injuries all along, he must surely know exactly how Yang Huaijun was injured and what kind of work he had done before - otherwise it would have been impossible to devise the most effective treatment. So there was no real need to conceal anything from the man. Besides, that stretch of his life spent fighting shoulder to shoulder with Yang Huaijun was merely a small episode in his life. There was no harm in mentioning it. "Director Guan, Brother Jun and I used to be comrades-in-arms."