Chapter 120 — Let Me See That Prescription [Begging for Monthly Tickets — Second Update, Please Give Me Monthly Tickets!]
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"Sustaining it... if it were merely a matter of sustaining it, that would be all very well," Guan Xuewen said with a sigh. "But you know as well as I do that those painkillers are doing great harm to your body. In the long run—never mind whether the drugs still work, or whether your body builds up a tolerance—even if it doesn't, the side effects alone will drag you down..."
"That reminds me..." At the mention of painkillers, something suddenly occurred to Yang Huaijun—the prescription Wei Zhao had given him. That day he had merely gone to the pharmacy to fill it on a whim, just to give it a try.
At night, when the pain throughout his body was so severe he could not sleep, Yang Huaijun had brewed the medicine and taken a few sips. The effect was truly wondrous—before long the pain had vanished, and he slept soundly until dawn, his whole body filled with an indescribable freshness and ease. It was better than the painkillers by a margin he could not even calculate, those painkillers that wore off in the middle of the night and forced him to go through the whole ordeal of taking another dose.
Yang Huaijun had never expected that the prescription Wei Zhao had dashed off so casually would prove so effective. These past few days he had been drinking the medicine from that prescription, and it had kept his pain under control.
An eagle indeed—a godlike presence within the squad... Yang Huaijun acknowledged his own inferiority. And he was not alone; among all the members of the squad, there was not one who had fought shoulder to shoulder with Wei Zhao and did not admire him.
As for their idol's infatuation with Wei Zhao, no one was jealous, for they felt it was simply the natural order of things—as normal as normal could be.
Hearing Guan Xuewen bring up the painkillers, Yang Huaijun suddenly remembered the prescription Wei Zhao had given him. He hesitated. Wei Zhao had not expressly warned him to keep it secret, but Wei Zhao might well be on some special assignment right now—what if speaking of it brought him trouble?
On the other hand, Guan Xuewen was his elder. When he had come back from the battlefield, if not for Guan Xuewen, his life would have been lost long ago. All these days, he had been kept alive by Guan Xuewen's acupuncture and painkillers...
"Grandpa Guan... a few days ago, a friend of mine gave me a prescription that can replace the painkillers. I tried it, and the effect was very pronounced—the relief lasts far longer than the painkillers, too. Usually one dose a night is enough..." Yang Huaijun had decided to tell only part of the story, not the whole of it. That way he could answer to both sides.
"A prescription? To replace painkillers?" Guan Xuewen's eyes went wide. "From a Chinese herbal pharmacy?"
"Yes..." Yang Huaijun, somewhat abashed under Guan Xuewen's stare, nodded.
"And it works on you?" Guan Xuewen had received more shocks today than he had eaten meals in half a lifetime. First he had heard from Liu Tianyi that a twenty-year-old miracle doctor had, with nothing but massage, pulled Old Master Liu through a myocardial infarction. And now, on Yang Huaijun's side, someone had actually given him a prescription that could replace Western painkillers—with marked effects, even more effective than the painkillers themselves.
What has become of this world? Since when had the world of traditional Chinese medicine gone so mad? Where had all these masters come from?
"Grandpa Guan, I won't hide it from you—I can say this prescription works remarkably well for me. After drinking it, not only is the pain in my body suppressed, but the whole next day I feel clear-headed and full of vigor..." Yang Huaijun said truthfully.