Chapter 839 — Curing Illness and Inflicting It
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Zhen Yingjun decided this was no place to linger, and he no longer harbored the slightest thought of avenging himself on Shen Yushu, for he sensed that this was beyond any power of his to resist! What was this? This was nothing short of a deity manifesting itself!
Otherwise, how was he to explain the bouncy ball from before? Now that he thought about it, those jump shots he had made were probably not his own doing at all but heaven's arrangement! How else could he have pulled them off? And when he recalled all the strange happenings at the pool table, balls that clearly had no strength left behind them yet behaved as though they had swallowed a stimulant—how was that to be explained?
At the time he had thought nothing of it, but now, the more he dwelled on it, the more terrified he became. He had been locked in struggle against the gods all along—what chance of victory could he possibly have had?
Look at things now: the old woman, a cripple, was completely fine, while he had been turned into a cripple instead... He did not dare imagine what might happen next. Scared out of his wits, he turned and fled, limping as he went! This place was too terrifying. Once he got home, he would hurry and summon a few "great immortals" to perform rites and drive the ill fortune out of his body!
He did not believe he had truly gone lame or that his mouth was truly crooked; he was certain some unknown thing had possessed him, and he was going to have the great immortals perform their rites!
"I know! I know! Little missy, you must be a fairy sent down from heaven! Only a fairy could possess such great divine power!" The old woman was no fool. Seeing her illness transferred in the blink of an eye to a wicked man, how could she not realize that Shen Yushu was behind it?
And what ordinary person could manage such a thing? It had to be the work of an immortal! So the old woman instinctively took Shen Yushu for a fairy maiden and made to bow to her in thanks.
Shen Yushu was startled—how could she let the old woman perform such a grand courtesy before her? She hurried to steady her and said, "Granny, please, you mustn't do that. It really isn't my doing..."
However thick-skinned Shen Yushu might be, she could not bring herself to play the fairy before the old granny.
But how could the old woman believe otherwise? She trusted only what she had seen with her own eyes. If not for Shen Yushu, how would that hooligan have gotten his punishment, and how would her illness have been cured?
Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had no choice but to hurry away; otherwise the old woman would surely start kowtowing in a moment, and they could not bear such a thing!
Only once they had reached the car and gotten in did Gu Mengyao ask Wei Zhao, curious: "Wei Zhao, how did you do that?"
"Yes, yes, Arrow Brand Bro, how could the illness in the old granny's body be transferred like that?" Shen Yushu asked, equally puzzled.
"Heh..." Wei Zhao shrugged and started the car. "The old woman's ailment is nothing but the aftereffects of a stroke—put plainly, her meridians are blocked. Acupuncture could cure it. It's just that her family is poor and she has never been to a hospital."
Wei Zhao was not wrong. The old woman's illness was not truly an illness at all, merely the aftereffects of blocked meridians, and so acupuncture alone could cure it. But to cure it all at once, one had to combine it with Wei Zhao's energy transfer—though Wei Zhao did not mention this to Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, because even if he had, they would not have understood.
"And Zhen Yingjun? How did he suddenly come down with the same illness as the old granny?" The young lady knew Wei Zhao was a formidable doctor; her own poison and General Wei Wu's wounds had all been healed by him. But curing illness was easy—inflicting it was hard. How had Wei Zhao manufactured the symptoms in Zhen Yingjun?