Chapter 1945 — The Cause of Amnesia, Part One
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Restoring Granny Sun's meridians was not the same thing as boosting her strength, so Wei Zhao handled it with consummate ease and speed. Having already cultivated the second layer of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, the first was now child's play to him, and his circulation ran far faster than before — so within moments the injured meridians inside Granny Sun had been repaired.
Of course, Wei Zhao had not yet examined or touched Granny Sun's head. In his view, since she had lost her memory, her head must have sustained some manner of injury — and the head was one of the most complex structures in the entire human body. So he would wait until Uncle Qing returned with the silver needles, and only then examine and treat it with the needles' aid.
Soon Uncle Qing came running back. He had not driven; he had gone out entirely on foot. The pharmacy was not far from the residential compound, but it was still a two-kilometer run from the villa district, and Uncle Qing did not know the way well — to be back in so short a time, he had plainly sprinted every step of the route, so anxious was he about Granny Sun's condition.
Seeing Uncle Qing drenched in sweat, Granny Sun felt a wave of warmth well up inside her. This man, it seemed, loved her dearly — for he was a cultivator, and no matter how fast he ran he would never normally sweat like this; this sweat had plainly been wrung out by worry.
"Xiao Yi, there were no silver needles — only these ordinary silver-plated ones. Will they do?" Uncle Qing produced a set of needles and laid them on the coffee table in front of Wei Zhao. "If not, I'll drive out to the big pharmacy and buy some."
Fewer and fewer people bought acupuncture supplies these days. Genuine silver needles were prohibitively expensive, and ordinary pharmacies did not stock them; to find silver-plated steel needles at all was good enough. To Wei Zhao, though, such things were merely tools — the crux lay in how one wielded his qi, and so the material did not matter.
"They'll do — we'll use these." Wei Zhao nodded, opened the case, took out several needles, and with what looked like complete casualness inserted them into Granny Sun's body. The onlookers, however, knew this was no casualness at all; Wei Zhao's technique was simply too masterful, having reached the point where every movement flowed like clouds and running water.
As his strength had grown, Wei Zhao no longer felt the strain he had once suffered in wielding the needles and his qi. Back when he had treated Liu Zhenhu, a single course of acupuncture would leave him thoroughly exhausted; now that feeling was gone.
"Granny Sun, think of nothing now — I'm going to examine the injuries to your head," Wei Zhao said.
"All right." Granny Sun hurriedly closed her eyes, not daring to think of anything further.
Wei Zhao, meanwhile, began carefully probing the condition of Granny Sun's head with his qi. But as the probing went deeper, he let out an astonished cry: "Hm?"
At the sound, Uncle Qing's face tightened in alarm, yet he dared not speak, having no idea what had come of Wei Zhao's examination; he could only stand guard nearby, ready at a moment's notice for Wei Zhao's bidding.
What he found inside Granny Sun's head left Wei Zhao baffled. One might say, Granny Sun's head had not been injured at all — there was no clot of stagnant blood pressing on a nerve or blocking a meridian to account for her lost memory, as Wei Zhao had assumed!!!!