Chapter 613 — Xiaoshu Is Dying

"Good, good!" Tang Jucheng nodded delightedly. "What do you need me to do?"

"Uncle Tang, just lie still." Wei Zhao waved a hand to show Tang Jucheng he needn't move, then walked over and began examining his injuries.

Under the care of the Chinese medicine, Tang Jucheng's broken legs ought to heal soon enough; but the nerve damage remained exactly as it had been. In other words, even once his legs mended, he would still walk with a limp.

Wei Zhao's brows drew together slightly. This was not a good sign. Even if Tang Jucheng could stand again, when he began rehabilitation, if the nerve damage made him limp, that could very well hinder the recovery of his legs.

If he kept walking that way, the newly healed legs might grow deformed; and even if the nerves were cured later, the two legs, having recovered unevenly, would end up one longer and one shorter, and he would still limp, unavoidably.

"What is it? Wei Zhao, is there trouble with my father's illness?" Tang Yun had been watching Wei Zhao's expression all along; when she saw him frown, her heart gave a lurch, and she asked instinctively.

"A bit of trouble." Wei Zhao did not hide it. He explained what he had just been thinking to Tang Yun and Mother Tang, and did not keep it from Tang Jucheng either, since there was no need.

"Then what are we to do?" Tang Yun grew anxious.

Tang Jucheng and Mother Tang, however, were not much worried. Tang Jucheng even laughed. "A limp is a limp. Being able to stand at all is already wonderful — far better than lying in bed, isn't it?"

It was not that Tang Jucheng was exceptionally easygoing; the truth was he had lain in that bed so long that so long as he could stand, what did he care about a limp? A lame man was surely much better off than a paralyzed one. Mother Tang felt much the same: she had not despised him when he was paralyzed, so what was a limp?

"I had meant to wait until the college entrance exams were over, and bring the nerve-stimulating medicine back with me when you came home to meet my old man," Wei Zhao said. "But now it looks like there isn't time. It doesn't matter, though — I'll have someone bring it over."

"How can we trouble you like that?" Tang Jucheng was a little overwhelmed; for his sake, Wei Zhao would have to impose on someone else.

"Heh, it's nothing." Wei Zhao was thinking of Ergoudan, his childhood playmate, whom he had not seen in a long while. It was not the autumn harvest now, so he should have the time.

"Dad, if Wei Zhao says so, then it's settled." Seeing that her father wanted to say more, Tang Yun spoke first and settled the matter.

Naturally Tang Yun did not want her father to end up lame. Even if it meant owing Wei Zhao a favor, it was she who owed it; she already owed him a great deal anyway, and she no longer much cared. After this little misunderstanding, she had come to see things differently.

A debt of gratitude repaid with the flesh — that was a fine way to settle a debt. She had already decided to follow Wei Zhao, so in the future, whatever he wanted, she would simply let him have it. At that thought, Tang Yun could not help blushing.

"Yes, Old Tang, the boy means well. Don't say anything more!" Mother Tang might not have cared about her husband's limp, but if there was hope of a cure, of course she hoped he could be like any normal man.

Wei Zhao took out his phone to call Ergoudan, but no sooner had he taken it out than it rang. He glanced at the caller ID — it was Gu Mengyao.

Shen Yushu had eaten herself round as a ball and lay on the sofa unable to get up. At first, though uncomfortable, she could bear it; but after a while it grew worse and worse.

"Sister Yaoyao, my stomach feels awful. Why is it so big? I'm not pregnant, am I? I feel so sick!" Shen Yushu lay on the sofa, speaking feebly.

"...You're hopeless. How could eating get you pregnant? Don't talk nonsense!" Gu Mengyao was watching TV; hearing Xiaoshu, she turned it off and came over.

"Sister Yaoyao, you got pregnant just from drinking soda, so why can't I from eating? There might be some of Arrow Brand Bro's saliva in it..." Shen Yushu said, her little face gone white.

"All right, stop making a fuss." Gu Mengyao, her past brought up, could not help feeling embarrassed. "Did you eat too much? Why don't you go to the bathroom?"

"It hasn't even digested yet, how can I... I feel so awful, so awful..." Shen Yushu felt her stomach was about to burst, and she was nauseous too — in short, miserable beyond words.

"Wait a moment. I'll go look for some digestive tablets and give you a few..." Seeing Shen Yushu so uncomfortable, Gu Mengyao felt some regret; she really should not have let her temper get the better of her just now and hurt Xiaoshu.

She did not know whether a person could actually eat himself to death, but since there was such a phrase as "ate himself to death," it probably was possible, wasn't it? At that thought Gu Mengyao grew more anxious still and hurried off to find the medicine.

"I won't take it. I can't get anything down — one more bite and I'll explode..." How could Shen Yushu possibly swallow medicine?

"Then what do we do?" Gu Mengyao was at a loss too.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die again... I don't want to die!" Shen Yushu thought herself terribly unlucky: two days ago she had nearly died once, and today she was going to die again. "Sister Yaoyao, why are you secretly trying to kill me? I never meant to steal Arrow Brand Bro from you. I already said I'd be the little wife. And you still want to do away with me, ah ah ah ah..."

"I... how would I secretly try to kill you?" Gu Mengyao was caught between laughter and tears at Shen Yushu's words. "I don't even like Wei Zhao, so what would I be fighting you over? I just didn't want him bringing food to Tang Yun, that's why I made you eat it all... Oh, right — Wei Zhao. You... you hold on a moment, I'll call Wei Zhao!"

At Shen Yushu's words, Gu Mengyao suddenly thought of Wei Zhao. How could she have forgotten him? He ought to have a way to save Xiaoshu, surely?

Wei Zhao answered Gu Mengyao's call, and the young lady's cry came through: "Wei Zhao, where are you? Come back quickly — Xiaoshu is dying!"

"Huh? What did you say?" Wei Zhao was startled. Xiaoshu was dying? What did that mean?

"Xiaoshu ate too much and it hurts so much she's about to die. Hurry back!" Gu Mengyao said urgently.

"...All right, I'm on my way." Wei Zhao sighed helplessly and hung up. Too full to bear it? Then why eat so much in the first place — she'd even eaten Tang Yun's portion.

"What is it?" Tang Yun had not heard what was said on the phone, but hearing that Wei Zhao had to go back, she could not help asking, "Are you leaving now?"

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