Chapter 121 — Wei Zhao Is a Divine Physician [Begging for Monthly Tickets, Begging for Monthly Tickets — Please Spare No Effort in Casting Your Monthly Tickets, Old Fish Is Infinitely Grateful — Third Update]
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"Of course they can be stopped—even the acupuncture is no longer needed," Guan Xuewen said. "The acupuncture before was merely to rouse your spirits, stimulate the nerves, and ease the damage the painkillers were doing to them. But now there is no need. You are glowing with vigor from head to toe, so you have no more need of me..."
"Grandpa Guan... that is not what I meant..." Yang Huaijun grew flustered at once. "My friend's prescription... I..."
Yang Huaijun truly found it hard to explain. He feared Guan Xuewen might take offense. After all, he had been coming to Guan Xuewen for treatment all along, and then midway he had suddenly taken a prescription given by someone else without a word of notice beforehand—which more or less implied a lack of trust in the old man. Yet the one who had given him the prescription was someone Yang Huaijun truly could not refuse.
Compared with Guan Xuewen, Yang Huaijun's bond with Wei Zhao was the closer one.
"Heh heh, look at you, little Yang—what are you so nervous about? That you have found a more formidable divine physician to treat you is something I can only be glad of. That I no longer give you acupuncture is simply because there truly is no need." Guan Xuewen saw through Yang Huaijun's worry and explained with a smile. "Besides, as I said, to meet such a personage even once would make me happy enough. Beside him, I could at most call myself an apprentice. Why would I be displeased over such a thing?"
"So that is how it is—I was overthinking it..." Yang Huaijun breathed a sigh of relief. "Grandpa Guan, I will certainly pass your meaning on to him. But whether he will agree to meet... that I cannot decide..."
"Naturally." Guan Xuewen nodded. "Little Yang, even after the acupuncture stops, come and see this old man from time to time. We have kept each other company so long—if you suddenly stopped coming, I would rather miss you."
"Rest assured, Grandpa Guan. I will come by whenever I have time." Yang Huaijun agreed.
Leaving Guan Xuewen's villa, Yang Huaijun decided to go and find Wei Zhao, to tell him about Guan Xuewen and about the prescription—after all, he had taken it upon himself to show it to Guan Xuewen.
That morning, Wei Zhao took the leftovers he had packed up from Gu Pengzhan's family banquet the day before and made a mixed fried rice. He took a bite himself and left the rest for Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu.
Then he returned to his room, gathered up the Chinese herbal medicine he had brewed for Yang Huaijun, and prepared to deliver it if he had time that day...
As the saying goes, a man who takes a gift is beholden, and one who eats another's food is soft-spoken. Having eaten the fried rice Wei Zhao made, Gu Mengyao, oddly enough, did not give him any sour looks today; instead her little face was flushed pink. Surprised, Wei Zhao thought to himself: Has this girl changed her tactics? Seeing that she cannot drive me off, is she preparing to torment me some other way?
After all, he had once had a little misunderstanding with Gu Mengyao... She had drunk the soda that had his saliva on it. To him it was nothing much, but for a rather conservative girl who had never had a boyfriend, it was a somewhat serious matter...
So Wei Zhao could understand why Gu Mengyao glared at him so; it was no big deal. As for Shen Yushu, she looked at things entirely from the standpoint of a bystander, so his relationship with her was different again.
"Wei Zhao? You're not eating?" Gu Mengyao glanced at Wei Zhao as he came out of the room and asked.
"I've already eaten. You two go ahead." Wei Zhao had changed back into that school uniform.
"Oh, why are you wearing the school uniform again? What about the clothes I bought you yesterday?" Gu Mengyao looked at the uniform on Wei Zhao and frowned. The school did not force students to wear uniforms; this was high school, not as strict as elementary school. Students whose families were a little better off would not wear uniforms all day long...