Chapter 1504 — You're Just As Bad As They Are
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Yu Bing stood to one side, finding it rather amusing. These two were like a pair of bickering lovers—Wei Zhao said he would not help, and in the end he helped anyway, and even gave the Snow Lingzhi back to this cool little miss. Yet Yu Bing bore no grudge; after all, even if the Snow Lingzhi had been seized, it was Wei Zhao who seized it, and if Wei Zhao chose to return it to Yang Qiqi, that was his freedom.
"Medicine won't cure it in a moment or two. If you want to stand up and fight right now, then stop wasting words." Wei Zhao said.
"Oh... then... do I still have to take my clothes off?" Yang Qiqi thought of the wounds on her shoulder and her leg, and grew a little worried. Was Wei Zhao going to strip her again this time?
"No need." Wei Zhao wasted no words; he crouched down directly beside Yang Qiqi, for with Feng Xiaoxiao behind him he could not sit.
Then Wei Zhao took Yang Qiqi's hand, pressed his fingers to her meridians, and tossed away the bandages and herbs wrapped around her arm. Then he swiftly circulated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Formula and entered the jade-pendant space.
Yang Qiqi was slightly startled. Though she was none too willing to have a man like Wei Zhao holding her hand, seeing that he merely felt her pulse and did nothing else, she let him hold it.
But the next moment, Yang Qiqi felt with a shock as though a warm current were flowing from Wei Zhao's hand into the meridian gate of her arm. Then a warmth began to spread at her wound, so comfortable that she could not help letting out a moan.
Only after the moan did Yang Qiqi blush, for that sound really did resemble a certain kind of sound far too closely, and there in front of Wei Zhao it made her desperately embarrassed.
A sly smile flickered at the corner of Yu Bing's mouth. But seeing how utterly proper Wei Zhao looked, he realized he had misjudged the man—Wei Zhao seemed to have done nothing base at all.
Yang Qiqi too saw that Wei Zhao seemed to pay her no attention whatsoever, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh!" Yang Qiqi suddenly discovered that the wounds on her arm and her shoulder were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye! She was astonished—how could this be? The sight before her exceeded anything she had imagined. Never in her life had she seen wounds heal like that.
That exclamation of Yang Qiqi's drew Yu Bing's attention as well. At first Yu Bing had not meant to watch Wei Zhao treat Yang Qiqi, for he feared seeing things he ought not to see. But now he turned his head on instinct, and likewise caught that miraculous sight at Yang Qiqi's wound, and could not help exclaiming, "This... how is this possible? Even the Sun family doesn't have such a skill, do they?"
Earlier, the swelling and pain on Yu Bing's face had been cured by Wei Zhao, which had astonished him enough—but not as much as this. Curing swelling and pain was not the same as healing a wound: for swelling, one need only use true qi to reduce it; but this wound was missing flesh. How could it possibly knit together so swiftly?
Very soon, the wounds on Yang Qiqi's shoulder and arm were completely healed, and fair, tender new skin had grown over her arm.
"It's done?" Yang Qiqi could scarcely believe her own eyes. "You've healed the wound on my arm just like that?"
"Don't talk. There's still the wound on your leg." Wei Zhao said mildly.
"Oh, oh..." Yang Qiqi nodded again and again, not daring to speak another word. She had been thoroughly stunned by what she had just seen.