Chapter 121 — Wei Zhao Is a Miracle Doctor [Begging for Monthly Tickets, Dear Readers — Please Do Not Hold Back on Your Monthly Tickets! Old Fish Is Deeply Grateful — Three More Updates]

"No..." Guan Xuemin shook his head. "Traditional Chinese medicine is truly profound. Today, I have really broadened my horizons. Who would have thought that a few perfectly ordinary herbs, put together, could produce such miraculous effects? I still do not understand the pharmacology behind it, but since it has clearly worked for you, that proves the prescription is genuine."

"Then I can take it without worry?" Yang Huaijun had taken the medicine without the slightest hesitation before, entirely because he trusted Wei Zhao. On the battlefield, if there was someone you could entrust your back to, what reason was there not to trust him? It was not as though Wei Zhao would try to get him killed.

But after hearing Guan Xuemin's endorsement of the prescription, Yang Huaijun was utterly astonished as well. If even Guan Xuemin spoke so highly of it, that only confirmed how extraordinary the prescription truly was.

"Of course. The person who gave you that prescription must be a great authority in the field of traditional Chinese medicine..." Guan Xuemin sighed. "Of course, I am not trying to pry into his name. It is only that, if the opportunity arises, I would very much like to meet him and ask his advice on a few matters..."

"Well... Grandpa Guan, if I see him again, I will pass along your request. But..." Yang Huaijun hesitated, looking troubled.

"I understand. If he does not wish to meet me, that is perfectly all right, heh heh..." Guan Xuemin said understandingly. "I have enough self-awareness to know my place. Miracle doctors are usually very busy, after all..."

Miracle doctor? Yang Huaijun nearly fainted. Wei Zhao was a miracle doctor? He had known that Wei Zhao was a god of war on the battlefield, but he had never realized that he was also a miracle doctor... The medicine he had brought from home was certainly remarkably effective, but miracle doctor? That image seemed rather far removed from reality.

"All right... I will pass it along." Yang Huaijun nodded. There was not much else he could say.

"That is good. Young Yang, you look to be in excellent spirits, which clearly means that the prescription is taking effect. If your body does not develop a resistance to the medicine, then maintaining this treatment should not be a problem." From the moment Yang Huaijun entered the room, Guan Xuemin had been observing him. Traditional Chinese medicine placed great importance on inspection. This meant carefully observing a patient's spirit, complexion, form, bearing, tongue, and other outward signs in order to determine the condition of the internal organs. Through extensive medical practice, traditional Chinese physicians had gradually come to recognize that the body's external appearance, particularly the face, the tongue itself, and its coating, was closely related to the internal organs.

Any change in the balance of yin and yang, qi and blood within the internal organs would inevitably manifest itself on the body's surface. As it was written in The Spiritual Pivot, in the chapter on the viscera: "Observe the outward signs to understand the internal organs; then you will know where the illness lies."

The legendary physician Bian Que had determined Duke Huan of Cai's condition through this very method of inspection. Bian Que merely looked at the duke before turning away, which meant that with a single glance he had known the man was beyond saving and had simply left.

Guan Xuemin had not yet reached Bian Que's level, but he could certainly tell that Yang Huaijun's complexion was far better than before. Clearly, it was the result of taking that herbal medicine.

"Then I can stop taking the painkillers?" This was excellent news. Yang Huaijun had never expected that his miraculous captain would give him yet another enormous surprise.

"You can certainly stop taking them. You do not need acupuncture anymore, either." Guan Xuemin continued, "The acupuncture before was only to keep you alert, stimulate your nerves, and ease the damage the painkillers were doing to them. But now it is no longer necessary. You are positively brimming with vitality, so you do not need me anymore..."

"Grandpa Guan... That is not what I meant..." Yang Huaijun grew anxious at once. "The prescription my friend gave me... I..."

Yang Huaijun genuinely did not know how to explain himself. He was afraid Guan Xuemin might take it the wrong way. After all, he had always come to Guan Xuemin for treatment, yet had suddenly begun taking someone else's prescription without mentioning it beforehand. That did make it seem as though he did not trust the old man. But when it came to the person who had given him the prescription, Yang Huaijun truly could not refuse.

Compared with Guan Xuemin, Yang Huaijun was naturally much closer to Wei Zhao.

"Heh heh, look at you, Young Yang. Why are you so nervous? If you have found a miracle doctor more skilled than I am to treat you, I could not be happier. And I am not giving you acupuncture simply because it is no longer necessary." Guan Xuemin had seen through Yang Huaijun's thoughts and explained with a smile, "Besides, I already told you that I would be delighted merely to meet a person of such ability. In front of him, I could at most call myself an apprentice. Why would I be upset over something like this?"

"I see. I was worrying too much..." Yang Huaijun let out a sigh of relief. "Grandpa Guan, I will certainly pass your request along. But whether he agrees to meet you is not something I can decide..."

"Of course." Guan Xuemin nodded. "Young Yang, even if you no longer need acupuncture, come and visit this old man from time to time. We have spent so long together that if you suddenly stopped coming, I would find myself missing you."

"Do not worry, Grandpa Guan. I will come whenever I have the time." Yang Huaijun readily agreed.

After leaving Guan Xuemin's villa, Yang Huaijun decided to pay Wei Zhao a visit and tell him about Guan Xuemin, as well as the prescription. After all, he had taken the liberty of showing it to Guan Xuemin.

Early that morning, Wei Zhao turned the leftovers he had packed up from yesterday's dinner at the Gu family home into a mixed fried rice. He ate one bite himself, then left the rest for Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu.

He returned to his room, brought along the herbal medicine he had prepared for Yang Huaijun, and planned to find a spare moment during the day to deliver it to him.

As the saying went, taking another man's things left one tongue-tied, and eating another man's food left one too embarrassed to complain. Having eaten the fried rice Wei Zhao had made, Gu Mengyao was uncharacteristically free of hostility toward him that day. Instead, her little face was flushed, which surprised Wei Zhao and made him wonder: Could this girl have changed her tactics? Since she could not drive him away, was she planning to torment him by some other method?

After all, there had been a small misunderstanding between him and Gu Mengyao. She had drunk from a bottle of soda that had been touched by his saliva. That meant nothing to him, but for a conservative girl who had never even had a boyfriend, it was rather more serious.

So Wei Zhao could understand why Gu Mengyao always glared at him. It was no great matter. As for Shen Yushu, she viewed the whole affair purely as an outsider, so her relationship with him was naturally different.

"Wei Zhao? You are not eating?" Gu Mengyao asked when she saw him emerge from his room.

"I have already eaten. You two go ahead." Wei Zhao had changed back into his school uniform.

"Oh. Why are you wearing your uniform again? What about the clothes I bought you yesterday?" Gu Mengyao frowned at the school uniform he was wearing. The school did not require its students to wear uniforms. Now that they were in high school, the rules were not as strict as they had been in elementary school. Students whose families were even slightly better off generally did not wear their uniforms every day.