Chapter 412 — You Still Have to Go to Wei Zhao
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"Professor Guan Xuewen—the very professor who has been treating your injuries all along, Brother Yang..." Qiu Lingshan called Yang Huaijun "Brother Yang" in private; it felt a little more intimate that way.
"Oh? Old Guan?" Yang Huaijun was briefly taken aback. "If you're looking for him, then don't take the long way around and put the cart before the horse—go straight to Wei Zhao."
"Go to Wei Zhao?" Qiu Lingshan was taken aback as well. "What would I go to Wei Zhao for?"
"If you go to Old Guan, he'll recommend Wei Zhao to you too," Yang Huaijun said with a laugh.
After the call ended, Qiu Lingshan was still rather puzzled. Why was it that for everything, Yang Huaijun told her to go to Wei Zhao? Was Wei Zhao some kind of all-purpose miracle worker? When she had asked him for help catching the killer before, he hadn't had a clue—so how was it that he had a way when it came to Liu Bojia?
Still, since Yang Huaijun said so, there had to be a reason. Qiu Lingshan did not much trust Wei Zhao, but when it came to Yang Huaijun, her trust was absolute.
With that thought, Qiu Lingshan dialed Wei Zhao's number...
Wei Zhao pushed open the door of Tang Jucheng's hospital room and walked in. The Tang father and daughter had been talking about something; seeing Wei Zhao enter, Tang Zhi immediately shut her mouth, her face flushing slightly. "You... why didn't you knock?"
Tang Jucheng, by contrast, was all smiles. "Xiaoyi's here! Come, sit! Yun'er, pour your classmate some water and peel him an apple."
"No need to trouble yourself!" Wei Zhao waved a hand. "There isn't much time during the lunch break. Let me take a look at your injury first, and then Tang Zhi and I will head back."
"All right. How should I cooperate?" Tang Jucheng was delighted. He had heard his daughter describe the miraculous scene she had witnessed the day before, so now his feelings toward Wei Zhao were equal parts satisfaction and trepidation—he could not tell whether a young man like this would ever take a fancy to his daughter.
"It's fine, Uncle Tang. Just lie on your side right there." Wei Zhao walked over with a smile and drew a box of silver needles from his pocket—the same ones he had used when giving Liu Zhenhu acupuncture, and which he had carried on him ever since.
"All right." Tang Jucheng hurried to comply, turning onto his side.
Wei Zhao inserted a needle into Tang Jucheng's lower back, seemingly with great casualness. Tang Zhi's heart leaped into her throat with fright, though when she saw no strange expression on her father's face, she patted her chest and breathed easy again.
"Do you feel anything?" Wei Zhao asked.
"No..." Tang Jucheng shook his head slightly.
Wei Zhao frowned, began twirling the handle of the needle in his fingers, and then asked, "How about now? Feel anything?"
"No..." Tang Jucheng shook his head again.
Wei Zhao's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. Tang Jucheng did not notice, but it did not escape Tang Zhi's eyes, and she could not help growing nervous—yet she dared not ask, for fear her father would hear and his newly lifted spirits would plunge back into the depths.
"How about here?" Wei Zhao moved the silver needle to another spot.
"A little... a little something, a tingling..." This time Tang Jucheng reacted. "My lower back feels rather itchy..."
"Ha... that'll do. Nothing serious." Wei Zhao smiled.
"Really? Good, good!" At Wei Zhao's words, Tang Jucheng was instantly overjoyed. Before Wei Zhao had arrived, his daughter had told him any number of wondrous things about the young man, and now, witnessing Wei Zhao's remarkable acupuncture with his own eyes, his admiration knew no bounds.
"Uncle Tang, forgive me for speaking plainly—your left leg is fine, but there's something wrong with your right leg." Wei Zhao did not conceal it; there was no need to conceal such a thing. In a few days, when the man stood up and tried for himself, he would know.