護花近衛 - 第967章 製造地階好手 - 翰墨軒

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Chapter 967 — Manufacturing an Earth-Rank Expert

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And for Gu Mengyao, apart from Gu Pengzhan, Wei Zhao, and Xiao Shu, the person she was closest to was Uncle Qing, and so in her heart she too prayed that Wei Zhao could heal him.

Shen Yushu might laugh and joke all day long, but in her heart she was the most steadfast of Brother Arrow's worshippers. She cared about Uncle Qing too, but she was even more certain that Brother Arrow could surely cure him! Article One of the Little Wife's Code: you must believe, and be wholly certain, that your man is the most formidable of all.

"Xiao Yi, how is he?" Seeing Wei Zhao come out, Gu Pengzhan hurriedly rose to his feet and strode quickly over.

"Uncle Qing is awake, but the follow-up treatment will take a few more days," Wei Zhao said.

"Awake? Wonderful!" Joy broke at once across Gu Pengzhan's face. "Xiao Yi, I have truly put you to trouble!"

"Uncle Chu, you are too formal." Wei Zhao waved a hand. "It was no more than a lift of the hand."

"May we see him?" Gu Pengzhan asked.

"Of course. Apart from not being able to leave his bed yet, Uncle Qing is in excellent spirits." Wei Zhao thought to himself that Gu Pengzhan was being far too careful. Uncle Qing had just been telling him stories!

But Gu Pengzhan was judging by ordinary reason. In his eyes, Uncle Qing was like a patient just come down from the operating table, and Wei Zhao the surgeon who had performed the operation. That was why he questioned Wei Zhao the way other patients' families did.

The pressure on the Gu family vanished in an instant, and the Gu Group became the Gu Group of former days once more. Even some of the company's senior executives did not know what had happened these past few days, but since Gu Pengzhan did not speak of it, naturally they did not press. In short, it was all over.

Songshan City returned to calm. All the Gu Group's enemies seemed in that instant to have gone to ground, vanishing without a trace. Even Zhao Qibing was no longer arrogant; quietly, in the shantytown, he had taken up a redevelopment project. He too could only set his feet on solid ground and earn a little money through honest enterprise.

The Medicine King was covered in needles, and no solution had yet been found. Though as a Mystic-rank expert he could sleep even sitting up, with those needles in his body he was like a time bomb, ready at any moment to strip him of all his strength.

Wei Zhao's life returned to its calm as well. Only now he had taken over Uncle Qing's duties, and every day played driver for the young miss and Xiao Shu.

The Bentley had been repaired and come back from the shop, but Wei Zhao did not like driving so formal a car, and he was no professional driver either, so he chose Gu Mengyao's Audi S5. Only now there was one more person to pick up and drop off each day: Tang Zhi.

The young miss's attitude toward Tang Zhi seemed to have improved somewhat, but ordinarily they scarcely spoke, and along the way there was almost no exchange between them.