Chapter 978 — What Divine Doctor?
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"They had nothing to do with me in the first place. If not for you, I wouldn't have lifted a finger to save her," Wei Zhao said flatly.
"What? Then you'd just sit by and do nothing?" Feng Xiaoxiao was taken aback by his words. "Have you no kindness in your heart at all?"
"It's not that I'd sit by and do nothing—it's that I can't handle everything." Wei Zhao shrugged. "Could Hua Tuo keep an entire era free of illness? I have my own affairs to attend to. If I took charge of everything, I'd have no time for anything else."
There was one thing, though, that Wei Zhao kept to himself and did not say aloud—and that was: what is kindness, anyway? Do killers and mercenaries have kindness in their hearts? In most cases, their employers differ and their perspectives differ with them.
When two powers are at odds, it's hard to say who is right and who is wrong. Take the battlefields of North Africa: Wei Zhao and his adversaries were mostly serving their own employers. How could anyone tell right from wrong there? And how could there be any room for kindness? Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
Yet now that he had returned to the bustling city, Wei Zhao did not want to admit it, but admit it he must—he really had changed. His sense of good and evil had grown unmistakably sharper. He was more and more like an ordinary man.
Wei Zhao did not know whether that was good or bad. In any case, today's affair was perhaps only the beginning. Though he said aloud that he would not get involved, in his heart he had already decided to see it through to the end. Sometimes the shifts in one's own heart truly defy explanation.
"Oh..." Hearing Wei Zhao's words, Feng Xiaoxiao felt a little disappointed, and yet secretly delighted. Had Wei Zhao stepped in today for her sake? Did that mean she occupied some small place in his heart? Had her efforts borne fruit? Was this a sign that Wei Zhao was falling for her?
"Today counts as doing you a favor—we're even now. I hope you won't threaten me with those photos anymore." Feng Xiaoxiao had barely had time to be happy before Wei Zhao doused her with cold water, and her private delight scattered to the winds.
"Fine, no threats, no threats. What's the big deal!" Feng Xiaoxiao gave a huff, thoroughly annoyed. "You're just afraid I'll show them to Tang Zhi, aren't you? Well, I won't show her, then!"
Watching Wei Zhao's and Feng Xiaoxiao's car speed away, Chen's mother was somewhat bewildered. She could tell that although Wei Zhao had helped her, his manner was rather distant, and that puzzled her greatly. He was plainly doing a good deed—so why did he show not the slightest trace of one doing a good deed?
Chen Xi shook her head, pushing aside those unrealistic thoughts for the moment, and put on a smiling face for her mother. "Mom, we've met a good man—and a divine doctor at that! The divine doctor said he can cure your illness. You're finally going to get well!"
"Heh, I hope so..." Chen's mother had not set her hopes on recovering. She was older and had seen more of the world than Chen Xi, and she knew well enough what condition her illness was in. Never mind an ordinary doctor—even the private physicians in that man's household would probably be helpless against cancer. And here was a man they had met by pure chance, who could supposedly cure her cancer? Setting aside how lucky mother and daughter must be, just think of how extraordinary this man's skill would have to be. Could you meet someone like that by chance?
Still, Chen's mother knew her own time was short. Seeing her daughter so happy, she decided to treat a dead horse as a live one. If the medicine could not cure her, the worst that could happen was that it killed her—and she was going to die anyway, so what harm was there in trying? At least it would give her daughter some hope and make her a little happier.