Chapter 412 — You Still Have to Go to Wei Zhao
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"What? Only one leg... wouldn't that make him a cripple?" Tang Zhi blurted out in her alarm, though she regretted it the moment the words left her mouth. Saying such a thing in front of her father—he was sure to be hurt...
"Oh? Only one leg works? That's still not bad—far better than lying in bed like this, unable to do a thing. At least she can help her mother out with chores!" Tang Jucheng was taking it in stride. The shock had lasted only a moment before he recovered his earlier cheerfulness. To him, so long as things were better than the present, that was enough—why set his demands so high?
"Good that Uncle Tang has that attitude." Wei Zhao had expected he would need to offer Tang Jucheng a few words of comfort, but to his surprise the man was so clear-eyed about it that it saved him a great deal of talk. "But don't lose heart, Uncle Tang. Once you've fully recovered, I'll give you a few sessions of acupuncture, and then I'll bring the herbs from my hometown. With those, you can throw away the crutch."
"Really?" Tang Zhi had already resigned herself to reality, but hearing that Wei Zhao still had a way, her eyes flew wide open and she stared at him. "There's still a way?"
"Uncle Tang's situation is much the same as Xiaofen's, so of course there's a way." Wei Zhao smiled. "So Uncle Tang needn't carry any mental burden—it's only a problem with the nerves."
"That's good, that's good!" Hearing this unexpected piece of good fortune, Tang Jucheng was overjoyed. He had thought there was no hope left, and now Wei Zhao was actually saying it could be cured!
"Thank you..." Tang Zhi pressed her lips together. There were so many words of gratitude in her heart, but when they reached her lips, all that came out was this simplest of phrases.
"Ha, it's nothing—just a little effort on my part." Wei Zhao smiled, but then his phone rang. He made an apologetic gesture, took out the phone, glanced at the caller, and found he did not want to answer it at all!
The call was from Qiu Lingshan. What was this girl calling about now? Was there some other matter?
"Whose call is it? Why aren't you answering?" Tang Zhi looked at Wei Zhao, puzzled.
"Some brain-dead girl." With that, Wei Zhao hung up.
"Brain-dead girl?" Tang Zhi was taken aback, not knowing whom Wei Zhao meant.
"Qiu Lingshan, that is—you've met her. Last time I helped her rescue a hostage," Wei Zhao said.
"Oh, it's Officer Song. Then she must be calling about something important, no? Why won't you answer?" Tang Zhi remembered now. "What if you need to ask a favor of her someday?"
Tang Zhi had struggled at the bottom of society for too long, so to her, having one more friend was always a good thing—especially a very capable **, who might be of help when trouble came!
"Ask a favor of her? It's a wonder she doesn't come asking favors of me..." Wei Zhao was mid-sentence when the phone rang again. Still Qiu Lingshan. There was nothing for it—Wei Zhao had to pick up. "Hello? Brain-dead girl, are you ever going to give it a rest? What is it now?"
Wei Zhao could not even get a few words out with Tang Zhi without being interrupted, so naturally he was resentful. This Qiu Lingshan had no sense of timing when she called.
"What did you say..." Qiu Lingshan was about to snap back, "Who are you calling a brain-dead girl?", but in the end she swallowed it down! She needed a favor from Wei Zhao, so naturally she had prepared herself to take some abuse. "Fine. The brain-dead girl has something she wants to ask you!"
Qiu Lingshan was so furious her teeth itched; she wished she could devour Wei Zhao whole. But she knew very well that Wei Zhao was the sort who yielded to softness but not to force. If she dug in and stayed tough to the end, he might very well just hang up on her.
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