Chapter 983 — Meeting the Parents! "You are too kind, Uncle Feng," Wei Zhao said, and still he did not release Tang Zhi's hand, drawing her into the room with him.
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Feng Tianlong was not mistaken. He had set men to the specific task of keeping watch for any news concerning Wei Zhao, so the moment the report broke that Liu Zhenhu had been cured by Wei Zhao, his men brought it to him at the very first opportunity.
Feng Tianlong had originally meant to wait a few days before sending for Wei Zhao, but once he learned this, he could no longer contain the anxiety in his heart! If Wei Zhao could cure even Liu Zhenhu's *** illness, then might he not also be able to cure Xiaoxiao's hereditary sickness?
So when Feng Xiaoxiao telephoned to tell him she had already spoken with Wei Zhao, Feng Tianlong could not wait a moment longer and dialed Wei Zhao's number! Still, the reason he had asked Tang Zhi to come as well was that he was keeping a card in reserve.
If Wei Zhao could cure Feng Xiaoxiao's illness, so much the better. But what if he could not?
"They released the news themselves..." Wei Zhao pondered for no more than a moment and grasped the Liu family's intention. In principle this matter ought to have been kept strictly secret by the Liu family — but to release it at precisely this moment, their meaning was self-evident.
They were declaring their立场 to the Yu family and the Xiao family! The Yu and Xiao families had made an enemy of Wei Zhao, while the Liu family owed him a debt of gratitude — they would naturally never lend those two a hand, and at the critical hour they might well stand at Wei Zhao's side!
Having divined the Liu family's purpose, Wei Zhao bore them no grudge; he found them, if anything, rather interesting — at such a moment, daring to stake so bold a gamble! Were they not afraid that once the Yu family and the Xiao family had destroyed him, they would turn next upon the Lius themselves?
Be that as it may, Wei Zhao's impression of the Liu family had improved a trifle — at the very least it diluted the displeasure Wu Huiru had left behind.
"Let us speak first of Xiaoxiao's matter!" said Feng Tianlong. "This story begins on Xiaoxiao's mother's side of the family. That line carries a hereditary sickness — the boys are left untouched by it entirely, yet not one girl upon it has ever lived past the age of twenty!"
"What? A hereditary sickness?" Wei Zhao stared blankly. "Then Xiaoxiao she..."
"Yes. Xiaoxiao has it too, and as the years pass her constitution will grow ever weaker — until death." At this a flicker of sorrow passed through Feng Tianlong's eyes, the sorrow of a man without recourse. His daughter was slipping gradually toward the end of her life, and Feng Tianlong could do nothing whatsoever about it. He had no way to save her, no way to alter any part of it.
When his wife had been taken from his side all those years ago, he had been grief-stricken, and he had held to the hope that as science and medicine grew ever more advanced, some means of curing his daughter would be found! But in the blink of an eye nineteen years had gone by, and with his daughter on the verge of leaving him forever, not a single remedy had appeared.
After all, her illness was far too rare a thing — too many institutions had no way of devoting themselves to studying it.
"What — death? Xiaoxiao is only nineteen now, so she..." Wei Zhao's eyes went wide in horror. He had never imagined that Feng Xiaoxiao should suffer such a bizarre affliction, nor that she was about to die! Of course Wei Zhao did not believe Feng Tianlong was joking — given his standing and his character, there was neither need nor reason for him to play such a joke on Wei Zhao.
And Tang Zhi, at Wei Zhao's side, was staring dumbly at Feng Tianlong as well. She had never imagined that Feng Xiaoxiao — the rival she had always taken her for — was about to die.