Chapter 61 — The Girl I Could Never Forget
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"Holy shit!" Yang Huaijun slapped his thigh and stared at Wei Zhao in amazement. "Now that's real skill. You really are my Hound's captain. After I was wounded, the army brought in Old Master Chen Xuezhi, the most famous expert in traditional Chinese medicine in the country. After he examined me, he said exactly the same thing."
"Chen Xuezhi?" Wei Zhao felt as if he had heard that name before, but he could not remember where.
"That's right. He's also the one who said I wouldn't live more than half a year." Yang Huaijun smiled. "He told me that if I wanted to die a little slower, I should stop trying to treat it and just hold on with painkillers. That might buy me a few more days."
"What kind of bullshit remedy is that?" Wei Zhao frowned when he heard this. "I'll go back and think over your illness and work out a plan for you as soon as I can. But first I can write you a prescription. It works better than Western painkillers, and the side effects aren't nearly as bad."
With that, Wei Zhao walked to Yang Huaijun's desk, took paper and pen, and quickly wrote out a prescription before handing it to him. "You'd better get this medicine yourself. Don't let anyone else know about it. And as for me, I don't want anyone to know. Let's leave the past unmentioned."
"Will it really work? Eagle, the surprises you've given me are just too great." Yang Huaijun took the prescription Wei Zhao handed him and stared blankly at the dense rows of Chinese medicinal names. This could not possibly have been made up on the spot. An ordinary person probably could not even write out the names of these herbs.
"I told you, don't call me Eagle. My name is Wei Zhao." Wei Zhao corrected him.
"All right, Wei Zhao." Yang Huaijun nodded and carefully tucked the prescription inside his coat. Since it had been written by his former captain and comrade-in-arms, Yang Huaijun trusted it unconditionally no matter what. At worst it would fail to cure him, and death would be the worst outcome anyway, and who knew how many days he had left to live. "You're a miracle worker, kid. No wonder Xiao Ning is so infatuated with you."
At the sound of that name, the smile on Wei Zhao's face froze in an instant. It was a long while before he looked up. "Does she... still remember me?"
"The last time I saw her, she asked about you." Yang Huaijun nodded with complete certainty.
"Maybe she was just asking casually..." Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. He and she were people from two entirely different worlds. There was no way their lives could intertwine, and even if they did, they were destined to part.
There had never been equality between people, and Wei Zhao understood that all too deeply. At least for now, he had no power to give her a future...
"Are you trying to shirk your responsibility?" Yang Huaijun suddenly grew agitated, glaring fiercely at Wei Zhao.
Yang Huaijun's strange reaction startled Wei Zhao slightly, but in an instant Wei Zhao seemed to understand something. "You... have feelings for her?"
"..." Under Wei Zhao's questioning, Yang Huaijun fell silent. After a long pause, he finally said, "Back then, there wasn't a single man in the suicide squad who didn't feel something for Xiao Ning..."
Even so, this was a roundabout admission of his own feelings.
"She and you would make a good match." Wei Zhao knew Yang Huaijun's background. He and she could be considered well matched in status.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Yang Huaijun jumped up as if someone had stepped on a sore spot, his face dark with anger as he pointed at Wei Zhao. "What kind of man do you take me for? A friend's wife is not to be coveted. No matter how worthless I, Hound, may be, I could never do such a thing."
"She is not my wife." Wei Zhao shook his head and said lightly, "All right, I have to go. I'll leave the matter with Qiu Lingshan to you. I trust that won't be a problem."
With that, Wei Zhao rose and walked toward the door.