Chapter 1203 — A Certain Measure of Prowess
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Nothing. Just watch from the side and see that nobody disturbs me." Wei Zhao smiled, then asked Tang Jucheng, who lay in the bed: "Uncle Tang, are you ready? In a moment I'm going to stimulate the nerves, and it may hurt quite badly."
"That's nothing—call this pain?" Tang Jucheng said carelessly, with a laugh. "I sat through the surgery; what have I got to be afraid of? As long as I can stand up again, I'll endure any hardship. Otherwise, with legs like this every day, I can't do a thing..."
"All right." Wei Zhao nodded, and began treating Tang Jucheng.
"Hiss—" When the silver needle, wet with the medicinal liquid, pierced the acupoint in Tang Jucheng's leg, he could not help sucking in a sharp breath! This was no longer a matter of mere pain; it was excruciating. Nerves, after all, are terribly sensitive—and Wei Zhao was using this nerve-stimulating fluid on the nerves of Tang Jucheng's legs. Tang Jucheng shot bolt upright in the bed, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat.
Seeing her father's state, Tang Zhi's heart clenched at once, and she watched Wei Zhao anxiously. Only when she saw that his expression was unchanged did she let out a breath: "Dad, bear with it—don't interfere with Wei Zhao's treatment..."
"All right..." Tang Jucheng gritted his teeth, well aware that flailing about would only hamper Wei Zhao's work.
Wei Zhao smiled faintly. "Uncle Tang, don't get tense. Think of something amusing from the past and you'll ride it out... say, the story of how you courted Auntie when you were young?"
"Heh heh..." At Wei Zhao's words Tang Jucheng could not help laughing, a look of yearning rising over his face as the old days came flooding back.
Tang Zhi, however, shot Wei Zhao a glare: the man had no respect for his elders, saying whatever he liked!
"Yunyun, you don't know it, but back then your mother was the flower of the whole factory! And for your old man to have won such a lovely bride—well, I had a certain measure of prowess myself!" Speaking of his proud old exploits, Tang Jucheng hardly felt the pain in his leg anymore.
"Dad!" Hearing her father talk such nonsense, Tang Zhi actually blushed.
"Ha, there's nothing to it. You're grown up now and have a sweetheart of your own—what's there to be shy about?" Tang Jucheng laughed heartily, entirely unconcerned. "Only, Yunyun, you're even prettier than your mother was at your age!"
"Dad!" Tang Zhi's face went from red to black.
"Why, Uncle Tang, Yunyun is a The Blossom Guardian at our school! I won a lovely bride too—I have a certain measure of prowess myself!" Wei Zhao declared, without a shred of modesty.
"What?" Tang Zhi was so stunned she nearly lost her footing and toppled to the floor. What kind of talk was this? How had he grown even more frivolous? Her brows shot up, and she was about to order Wei Zhao to hold his tongue and stop spouting nonsense.
But Tang Jucheng burst out laughing: "Aye, you have prowess too—otherwise a girl like Yunyun, who sets her sights exceedingly high, would never have fallen for you so desperately!"
"Dad, when did I ever fall for him desperately?" Tang Zhi's eyes went wide, staring at her father in helpless exasperation.
"Last time you got it into your head that Wei Zhao had given you up, didn't you sob yourself sick?" Tang Jucheng said with a laugh.
Tang Zhi's face darkened in an instant. How could he just blurt a thing like that out? True, Wei Zhao already knew how heartbroken and wronged she had felt at the time—but knowing was one thing, saying it aloud was quite another. And where was she supposed to put her face?