Chapter 190 The Slap in the Face Came Too Quickly

"You brat, you've really made something of yourself, daring to doubt even the people I've chosen."

"You're really taking advantage of the fact that I've been sick for years and can't swing a stick anymore, aren't you?"

Wang Aiping was so angry that she drank the medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

"I was wondering why the medicine this morning tasted the same as the usual medicine."

"He explained that all medicine is bitter and that my sense of taste was wrong, and I actually believed him!"

Wang Aiping said this with a cold laugh.

At this moment, Zhuang Weiming, who was far away at the military base and had just finished a meeting, was unaware that he had already fallen into trouble.

The head guard followed him and reported the situation.

"The test results for the medicine you requested have come back. It's just a normal decoction of Chinese medicinal herbs, and there's no problem."

"I also consulted a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, who said there was no problem."

He hesitated for a moment as he spoke.

Zhuang Weiming noticed this and asked him, "What else? Tell me."

The guard chief then said, "The old Chinese medicine doctor said this medicine is excellent and has a miraculous effect on regulating the body. He asked if I could recommend the person who prescribed it."

Zhuang Weiming: "..."

Very well, this just proves from another perspective that he was judging others by his own petty standards.

However, Zhuang Weiming was quite surprised that Xia Yuhuan, a young girl, could have such abilities.

"Did you bring the casserole back for me?" Zhuang Weiming asked.

"Yes, it's already in the car."

"Okay, I understand. Keep this a secret, don't let it slip," Zhuang Weiming instructed.

That evening, when Zhuang Weiming returned home, he saw the old lady sitting upright in her wheelchair with her back to the door.

"Mom, why are you sitting here? It's windy here, let me push you inside."

Zhuang Weiming instinctively stepped forward to push Wang Aiping.

Wang Aiping, however, had already turned around, pushing her wheelchair.

Zhuang Weiming felt a pang of anxiety when he saw the whip on her leg.

"You, kneel down," Wang Aiping immediately ordered.

Zhuang Weiming knelt down in front of Wang Aiping without hesitation.

"Why were my medications changed?" Wang Aiping questioned.

Zhuang Weiming had no idea how the news leaked or how he had gotten himself into trouble.

But he still honestly said, "I'm worried about Xia Yuhuan; I'm afraid your safety might be in danger."

Wang Aiping laughed in anger, raised her hand and lashed out with a whip, striking Zhuang Weiming hard on the back.

Zhuang Weiming was whipped and couldn't help but groan, his face turning pale.

"Zhuang Weiming, do you think I've been sick for so many years and don't have the strength to hit you anymore, so you dare to ignore what I say?" Wang Aiping said angrily.

Because she lost her husband at a young age, she was forced to develop a strong personality in order to support her family and prevent her children from being bullied.

Because she later participated in battles and had high combat skills, and because she raised several children on her own, the children all listened to her.

When she was young, she would whip her children whenever they misbehaved. All the children respected, loved, and feared her at the same time.

"Mom, I didn't. I just thought it's always good to be cautious," Zhuang Weiming explained.

Wang Aiping asked coldly, "So now that your test results are in, are there any problems?"

"No," Zhuang Weiming said in a low voice.

"Heh..." Wang Aiping sneered, her voice mocking.

Zhuang Weiming blushed slightly and remained silent.

After all, the slap in the face came too quickly for him to refute.

Wang Aiping was so angry that she whipped him twice more.

Her body has not yet recovered. After three lashes, she was exhausted, her face turned pale, and she was sweating.

Seeing this, Zhuang Weiming quickly pleaded, "Mom, I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, just don't be angry. Your health is the most important thing."

Wang Aiping threw down the whip, saying, "If I really want to be healthy, I'll have to be more respectful to Xia."

"I have a feeling that if there is anyone in this world who can save this old man, it must be her."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Weiming pursed his lips, feeling that Wang Aiping's words were an exaggeration.

However, at this moment, he dared not refute Wang Aiping.

I could only sullenly agree.

In fact, as soon as he learned that the medicine Xia Yuhuan gave him was fine and the prescription was good, he had already decided that he would treat Xia Yuhuan well in the future.

After all, Wang Aiping's legs did feel much better after Xia Yuhuan's acupuncture treatment yesterday.

Last night, I had a rare good night's sleep.

Previously, Wang Aiping was tormented by pain every night and couldn't sleep.

Even if she tried her best to be patient, he would eventually be able to hear the noise.

He didn't want his elderly mother to suffer so much pain.

He would be extremely happy if it could help her get better.

"I know, Mom. I'll bring a gift and go to apologize tomorrow," Zhuang Weiming said in a low voice.

“Fool, just bring a gift, there’s no need to apologize,” Wang Aiping said.

"As long as we don't expose it, we can pretend nothing's wrong. Xia probably doesn't know that once it's exposed, there will be no more fig leaves."

Even if Xia is kind-hearted and willing to forgive Zhuang Weiming's unreasonable behavior, people will still feel that something is between them, making them uncomfortable.

Zhuang Weiming agreed.

So, the next morning, when Zhuang Weiming went to get the medicine, he brought a lot of gifts with him.

Xia Yuhuan was stunned when she saw so many gifts.

"Uncle Wei, what's going on?" Xia Yuhuan asked, puzzled.

"I am deeply grateful for your efforts in preparing medicine to help my mother recover and for assisting her with surgery later. This is just a small token of my appreciation," Zhuang Weiming said with a smile.

“This… doesn’t need to be so much,” Xia Yuhuan said after a moment of silence.

Does Zhuang Weiming mean he's willing to let her perform the surgery on Grandma Wang?

"Yes, I will. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

"We'll settle the consultation fee separately. Just give me the bill, and I'll pay as long as I can afford it," Zhuang Weiming said solemnly.

Xia Yuhuan could clearly sense the change in Zhuang Weiming's attitude towards her.

Sincere and respectful.

She couldn't help but be a little surprised: the change in attitude was a bit too fast, and she was somewhat baffled.

Grandma Wang only took medicine yesterday, so her body shouldn't have changed that quickly. How could it have changed?

She suddenly remembered the two little incidents involving stewing medicine in clay pots, and it dawned on her.

It seems that these gestures are Zhuang Weiming's apology.

"You don't need to spend too much money. I was originally invited by Grandma Zhao to treat Grandma Wang."

"If Grandma Wang is willing to let me treat her, I will naturally do my best."

Xia Yuhuan said, "You can buy the necessary medicinal herbs yourself for the initial treatment. As for the consultation fee, just pay the market price as you see fit."

"If you decide to have surgery later, you will need to go to the hospital to be admitted. At that time, the charges will be based on the hospital's standards."

Xia Yuhuan had no intention of making exorbitant demands.

She embarked on the path of studying medicine because her adoptive grandfather was a doctor.

My grandfather dedicated his life to medicine, and his lifelong wish was to eliminate the need for doctors in the world.

Although this wish is destined to be impossible to fulfill.

However, it deeply affected Xia Yuhuan.