Chapter 1916 — Motion Sickness, Part Two
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Wei Zhao, naturally, did not sing either, because he simply did not know how. Xu Shilan had come to the house for karaoke several times, but Wei Zhao had never joined in.
Under the smoothing of Wei Zhao's true qi, Wang Xinyan's complexion had much improved. She let out a breath and lifted her head from his lap—but then, remembering that his hand was still at her midriff, her face flushed red again...
"Sorry. That gave people the wrong idea..." Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. He did not explain himself to others, but he had to say something to Wang Xinyan; she was, after all, a good friend, and if a misunderstanding arose, it would reflect poorly on a young woman's dignity.
"Thank you..." Though she was rather embarrassed, Wang Xinyan was not in the least annoyed with Wei Zhao. She had long known that he was a formidable doctor—she had learned it back on the commercial street, when he stepped in to treat Liu Zhenhu.
So Wang Xinyan knew that Wei Zhao had meant nothing by it; he had only wanted to help her. True, he had touched her lower belly, which was dreadfully awkward, but his intentions had been good—how could she blame him?
Wei Zhao let go, then pressed and kneaded a few more acupoints on her forehead, and at once Wang Xinyan felt wonderfully refreshed. The nausea was gone, and the dizziness from before had vanished too; it was as if in an instant she had been thoroughly revived. Truly miraculous!
This man really was remarkable. Wang Xinyan looked at Wei Zhao, and a flicker of something complex passed through her eyes.
Wei Zhao was not only highly skilled in martial arts; on the train he had managed to turn the swindler's money around and take it back, and he had managed to switch the drinks of Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe. An ordinary person could not have done such things—his methods were already a match for those master thieves and magicians.
But that was still not Wei Zhao's crowning skill. What amazed Wang Xinyan was his mastery of medicine: to bring her from car sickness to clearheadedness in so short a time—that was no ordinary prowess.
And never mind that it was only a small ailment; small as it was, curing it completely was extremely difficult. Complete cure aside, every time Wang Xinyan got car sick she would retch for ages, and afterward she had to drink several bottles of huoxiang zhengqi water before she recovered.
Yet Wei Zhao had done it by merely rubbing her lower belly and her forehead—what superb medical skill!
And if that were not enough, what was perhaps even more formidable was his martial arts. Pi Bo, Pi Yangyang and the others had come out of the hidden clans! Before Wei Zhao and his lackeys they were fit only to die... Just what sort of man was he?
And he was here at university, living the ordinary life of a student. Had she not known these things, she would never have noticed anything different about Wei Zhao from the other students.
As she sat there lost in her thoughts, she felt Wei Zhao's hand lift from her forehead, and suddenly Wang Xinyan felt a pang of reluctance—whether she was loath to lose that cool, comfortable feeling, or loath to lose Wei Zhao's hand, even she did not know. (To be continued)