Chapter 985 — Feng Tianlong's Request
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"Lin Dongfang?" Wei Zhao's eyes went wide at once. He stared at Feng Tianlong. "Are you certain the divine physician was named Lin Dongfang?"
"Yes. Why — have you heard of this man too, Wei Zhao?" Feng Tianlong was startled by Wei Zhao's reaction, but then something seemed to occur to him. "Your surname is Lin as well. You cannot be..."
"Since he examined her and could find no way, then I truly have no way either..." Wei Zhao gave a bitter smile. "He is the old man of my family — the one who taught me medicine..."
"The old man? He is your father?" Feng Tianlong's eyes went wide as well, and he stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. He had never imagined that after nineteen years he would meet Lin Dongfang's successor — and that this successor, too, would be vexed by the very same illness.
"Not my father. By age, I suppose I could call him grandfather, though he says I share no blood with him and that he picked me up..." This time Wei Zhao held nothing back. For one thing, Feng Tianlong was a man worthy of trust; for another, Feng Tianlong had known Lin Dongfang in the past, and there was no need to hide anything from him.
"Ah!" Feng Tianlong sighed. "It seems there really is no way..."
Wei Zhao spread his hands. He was powerless to help as well. Feng Xiaoxiao's illness was peculiar, with nothing to compare it to, and Wei Zhao had never seen any similar remedy in the ancient texts. So though he pitied Feng Xiaoxiao, he truly could do nothing.
"Uncle Feng, accept what must be. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the common lot of all." Wei Zhao sighed. "Still, I will do my utmost to think of something."
"Thank you..." Feng Tianlong nodded, somewhat despondent. He could only accept this reality now. That Wei Zhao had no way either left him thoroughly resigned. He did not believe Wei Zhao could devise any solution — after all, even Wei Zhao's master Lin Dongfang had found no way. What could Wei Zhao possibly do?
"Xiaoxiao is already nineteen... I'm afraid a year and a half is all she has left..." Feng Tianlong said, his voice tinged with sorrow.
"..." Wei Zhao did not know what to say either. He had seen too many people die, and so had Feng Tianlong, but when it came to his own daughter, the man would still grieve.
"Wei Zhao, I..." Feng Tianlong hesitated for a moment here. "I have a request..."
"Uncle Feng, please speak. Don't call it a request. If there is anything I can do, I will not decline it," Wei Zhao said quickly.
"I can tell that child Xiaoxiao likes you!" Feng Tianlong raised his head and looked at Wei Zhao as he spoke.
"Probably." Wei Zhao nodded noncommittally and waited for Feng Tianlong to continue.
Tang Zhi's heart, however, skipped a beat, and she too lifted her head.
"Xiaoxiao does not have much time left. From childhood to now, she has never liked any boy, never truly been in love... but I can tell that this time, Xiaoxiao really wants to have a romance, a grand and passionate romance!" Feng Tianlong said this much, then turned to Wei Zhao. "I hope you can agree to this request of mine. This is my request to you, as an old friend of mine, and as Xiaoxiao's father!"