Chapter 69 — Not Going to Invite Him Along? (Please Recommend, Please Bookmark, Please Give All Kinds of Support)
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He had looked up a number of books on the properties and pharmacology of medicines at the bookstore that day, and now, while it was still fresh in his mind, he meant to write it all down as quickly as possible, then work out a viable plan for treating Yang Huaijun.
Yang Huaijun's entire physiology had been thrown into chaos by the drugs sustaining him, a tangle of both Chinese and Western medicine. They kept him alive for the moment, but to put it bluntly, he was an arrow at the end of its flight: the slightest lesion could prove fatal.
To heal every damaged organ at once was out of the question. Even the old man probably lacked that kind of power, and in any case, Wei Zhao had already inherited the whole of the old man's true teachings.
After the careful pulse diagnosis Wei Zhao had conducted that day, the root of Yang Huaijun's illness was clear: his meridians were severed through and through. With the channels linking the five viscera and six bowels broken, the organs' functions were bound to suffer, and organ failure followed.
In such a case, Wei Zhao decided to start with the damaged meridians. Once the meridians throughout his body were cleared, the organs would naturally recover their function. Yang Huaijun was only in his twenties, not yet at the age of bodily decline; these things could heal on their own.
Only after writing out a prescription and treatment plan he was satisfied with did Wei Zhao breathe easy. He had been confident before that he could bring Yang Huaijun back to health, but until he had a workable plan in hand, he had still been somewhat uneasy.
Ah, Wei Zhao sighed. If only Yang Huaijun could practice the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art that he himself cultivated, none of this trouble would be necessary. But he had promised the old man that apart from the old man and his own master, no fourth person would ever know of it.
The old man counted as a master to Wei Zhao as well, though in the strictest sense he was more like family. And though the old man's skills were no mean thing, the killing techniques Wei Zhao carried had been handed down from another master entirely.
It was said that in their early years, that master and the old man of his own family had weathered hardship together and had once been sworn comrades in life and death. Of course, Wei Zhao did not know the details; he had only the faintest inkling of it.
Click… A faint sound came from outside the room, and Wei Zhao's keen ears caught it at once. He tucked away the prescription and treatment plan, then in a flash was at the door.
A moment later, though, he relaxed. It was Uncle Qing, come to deliver dinner; the sound must have been the door opening.
Wei Zhao opened the door and stepped out. "Uncle Qing."
"Mr. Lin, dinner is ready." Uncle Qing nodded at him with a smile.
Uncle Qing left soon after delivering the meal. Gu Mengyao locked the villa door, then glanced at Wei Zhao, who had just helped Shen Yushu set out the dishes and was walking back to his room. She wanted to call him over to eat with them, but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them again… In that moment of hesitation, Wei Zhao had already gone into his room.
Hmph. Then don't eat. Gu Mengyao was rather annoyed. Yesterday she had already made it clear he was welcome to eat with her, and what does he do but go back to his room.
Had Wei Zhao known what she was thinking, he would surely have cried out at the injustice. It was precisely because he feared offending the young miss that he had helped Shen Yushu lay out the dishes and then retreated to his room, waiting for the two of them to finish before he came out to sweep the table clean.
Not that Wei Zhao minded eating their leftovers, anyway. As Kang Xiaobo liked to say, at school there was a whole line of boys who would fight for the chance to eat Gu Mengyao's and Shen Yushu's leftovers.