Chapter 1201 — Cured! "It Can Be Treated, Though I'll Have to Break the Plaster on Your Auntie's Leg. Is That All Right?" Wei Zhao Asked, Looking at Yu's Mother.

"That... that would of course be fine..." Yu's mother hesitated a moment, then nodded. She had no idea how Wei Zhao meant to treat her, but she supposed he would never do her harm, and so she agreed.

Yu Yuanyuan was nervous as well. Wei Zhao's method was strange, after all, and it involved smashing the plaster. When a bone is broken, do you not put it in a cast? What good did smashing it do?

"It's all right. The boss knows what he's about. If he weren't sure of himself, he wouldn't do it," Ergoudan said, glancing at Yu Yuanyuan to set her mind at ease.

To Wei Zhao, the hardness of plaster was nothing at all; he could break it apart with his bare hands. Very quickly, most of the cast on Yu's mother's leg was gone.

Just then the doctor making his rounds came in. Seeing Wei Zhao hammering at the plaster on the leg, he went pale with shock: "You... you... what are you doing?"

"Healing her. My name is Wei Zhao. I am a disciple of Guan Xuemin, and your Director Qin knows of me. You may telephone him and ask," Wei Zhao said, unruffled. Having learned his lesson from the business with Xiaofen, he did not wait for the doctor to speak but explained himself at once.

Sure enough, when the doctor heard that Wei Zhao was a disciple of Guan Xuemin, the look in his eyes changed. He had no notion of what Wei Zhao was doing, but Guan Xuemin was a professor of great renown, and lately the name Doctor Guan had rung in every ear like thunder. So the doctor said no more. He turned, walked to the ward door, took out his phone and dialed Director Qin. A few words passed between them; Wei Zhao's identity confirmed, he shut the ward door and troubled Wei Zhao no further.

Doctor Guan's trauma medicine was a sovereign remedy for external wounds, and so in the doctor's eyes a disciple of Guan Xuemin must possess deep learning and rare skill in the treatment of injuries. He had no fears about leaving the matter to Wei Zhao.

He would have liked to go in and see the thing for himself, but Wei Zhao had not asked him to stay, and it would hardly do to go stealing a lesson. Besides, he was no student of Chinese medicine; watching would have taught him nothing.

Yu Ren, Yu's mother and Yu Yuanyuan alike — seeing that the doctor slipped quietly away the moment Wei Zhao named a single man, they felt their hearts settle all the more. It seemed Ergoudan's boss was truly no ordinary man.

Once the plaster was shattered, Wei Zhao unwound every strip of gauze from Yu's mother's leg. The pain made her grimace and bare her teeth, yet she endured it without so much as a groan. She was afraid, after all, that she might distract Wei Zhao and break his concentration.

"It stings a little, doesn't it? Never mind. It will pass in a moment, and then you'll be able to walk," Wei Zhao said with a smile.

At the first half of his sentence Yu's mother thought little of it; but at the second half her eyes flew wide with astonishment. Walk in a moment? How could that be? Even a physician sent down from Heaven could not mend an injury like hers in the blink of an eye.

That said, Wei Zhao inserted several silver needles into the site of the injury, then laid both palms on Yu's mother's leg and set the Xuanyuan Yulong Jue in motion. He did not enter his sleeping state this time; mending her wound would not cost him much true qi, and what he spent he could restore while he slept that night. There was no need to drop off now.

Yu's mother stared at him oddly. Suddenly she felt a warm current coursing through her leg, wonderfully, unspeakably comfortable, and the wound hurt no longer so badly. Astonished, she lifted her head: "It seems to be working?"

"Heh. I am healing you with acupuncture and true qi. There is no pain in it," Wei Zhao said.

"True qi?" Yu's mother and Yu Ren cried out together. They had heard the term before — it turned up on television and in martial arts novels — but did such a thing exist in the real world?

"The boss is a master of the martial arts," Ergoudan explained.

At his words, Yu's mother, Yu Ren and Yu Yuanyuan all thought at once of Ergoudan's earlier startling feat. If Ergoudan could kill Master Li with a single punch, then plainly his own skill was no small thing; and Ergoudan's boss must be stronger still. If he was not a master of the martial arts, what was he?

"Zhou Jiaming, you're a master of the martial arts too, aren't you?" Yu Yuanyuan asked, looking at Ergoudan with something like worship in her eyes.

"Me? No, I don't count. I'm just a bit stronger than most, that's all. I'm no martial arts master..." Ergoudan was speaking the truth; the distance between him and Wei Zhao was a wide one.

"But in my eyes you're a great hero..." Yu Yuanyuan said softly, a little embarrassed.

"Huh? Heh heh..." Ergoudan scratched the back of his head and laughed with simple, honest good humor. It seemed that, thanks to the boss's earlier words, things between the two of them had advanced in earnest.

"There. Done." Wei Zhao withdrew the silver needles from Yu's mother's leg and rose to his feet, speaking with perfect ease.

"Done?" Yu's mother was struck dumb; so were Yu Ren, Yu Yuanyuan and even Ergoudan.

None of them had imagined that after so brief an effort Wei Zhao would declare the thing cured. Even Ergoudan was shaken. Old Man Wei was a famous physician for ten li around, true enough, but even he, treating a leg wound, would need ten days or half a month before there was any improvement. For someone like Wei Zhao to settle the matter in half an hour was unheard of.

"Auntie, get down and walk about a little. You've lain here all these days — you must be tired of it by now, surely?" Wei Zhao said to her with a smile.

"I..." Yu's mother was about to say something when her gaze fell upon her own leg: there was not the slightest wound left on it. Smooth and fair as it had ever been, without even a scar. Only then did she feel that her leg truly did not hurt — not in the least. For a moment she was too overcome to speak: "My leg... my leg..."

"Mom, what's happened to your leg—" Yu Yuanyuan hurried over; but when she saw her mother's leg, she too gave a cry and clapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief: "Ah!"

Yu Ren and Ergoudan crowded in as well. Seeing that the wounds on Yu's mother's leg were utterly gone, they stared, their eyes wide.

At the astonishing change in her own leg, Yu's mother now half believed it. Gritting her teeth, she sat up in bed and set her feet on the floor.

At first she swayed and nearly pitched over onto her face; but a moment later she discovered that her leg truly was healed, without a trace of anything wrong. Not only did it not hurt, she walked without the slightest hindrance, as though she had never been bitten by the Lion at all. There was nothing whatsoever the matter with her.

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