Chapter 189 Acting
The next time Zhang Qiling saw Zhang Moyu, it was in the private hospital that Zhang Benling had taken over. He also saw a group of clansmen who had been sent there and needed help after a few days of recuperation.
Zhang Moyu was protected by Zhang Molan all the way. Now he was lying weakly on the hospital bed, and he unceremoniously ordered Zhang Molan to cut a fruit plate for him.
Zhang Molan looked at him speechlessly. Sure enough, he was still the same little boy as before. Once he found that the burden on his shoulders was lighter, he began to become arrogant.
The tribesmen were injured or disabled, and the rest were just useless. They still had a lot to do in the future.
Forget it. The clan leader was young recently, and as an elder in the clan, he didn't use his brain and didn't take care of things, so all the burden fell on Zhang Moyu. Let him relax and be happy for a while.
After a few hours, he will come to his senses and his mind will be clear, and he will naturally adjust himself.
Zhang Molan was moved by himself, and his eyes looking at Zhang Moyu unconsciously showed some kindness and sympathy.
Zhang Moyu ignored his strange and awkward expression. When he heard the familiar footsteps outside the room, he knew it was Zhang Qiling coming and instantly became alert.
Giving Zhang Molan, who had also noticed this, a look that said, "You know, I know too," Zhang Moyu adjusted his posture slightly, lying comfortably on the bed, reaching out and pressing a point on his acupoint, his face instantly turning pale.
Seeing him acting like a drama queen, Zhang Molan rolled his eyes silently, took the fruit plate that had just been cut for him but that Zhang Moyu had not had time to eat, and without looking for a toothpick, he directly used the small knife for peeling fruit to pick up a piece and put it into his mouth.
There was a knock on the door. Zhang Molan mumbled that the door was not locked, and Zhang Qiling pushed the door open and came in.
After coming in, the first thing he saw was Zhang Moyu who was in poor condition. Zhang Qiling pursed his lips, walked over and stood in front of the bed without saying a word.
Zhang Molan, who was also very good at pretending, stood up from the bench when he saw him come in. While still holding the fruit plate and eating the fruit, he pretended to be helpless, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Clan leader, Elder Mo Yu overused his mental power for the safety of his fellow tribesmen. I don't know if this has damaged his essence."
The Zhang family would never lie to the patriarch, but they would sometimes use the art of language to slightly process the facts, or use the style of the Spring and Autumn Period to gloss over those things they considered unimportant.
What Zhang Molan said was all true. Zhang Moyu had overused his mental strength to save others, but this "excessive" was compared to his healthy state. In fact, it was not as much as his usual training.
After all, sometimes during training you want to push your limits. Now you haven't even reached the slightly dangerous yellow line, and you still have plenty of energy left. It's no problem to go out and beat up the ghost behind Hei Xia Zi.
As for whether it would harm the origin, it was just a casual remark he made, and he did not make a conclusion, so it naturally could not be considered a deception.
"Hey... he's really something. He's such a grown-up, but he's still so impulsive when encountering something."
Zhang Molan used a knife to cut another piece of apple and handed it to Zhang Qiling. Zhang Qiling was still immersed in the depressed mood caused by Zhang Moyu's serious injury. He shook his head at him, indicating that he didn't want to eat it.
Zhang Molan, whose attempt to show his courtesy failed, didn't care. He ate by himself and then said to the two of them.
"Chief, I'm going to go check on the children first. You two can chat. Don't forget to give them some guidance."
After saying that, he waved and went out, and before leaving, he kindly helped them close the door.
Zhang Qiling sat silently in Zhang Molan's previous seat, staring at Zhang Moyu expressionlessly without saying a word.
Zhang Moyu admitted that he felt a little guilty and uncomfortable when he was stared at by him, but when he thought about his original intention of acting out this act, which was to educate the kid, he threw away the slight bit of discomfort in his heart.
"Baby, I brought the tribe out safely."
Zhang Qiling heard his sticky name again, and his expressionless face became even more tense.
He still preferred Zhang Moyu to call him "Little Official" as before. This name now always gave him the illusion that he was still not weaned.
And if someone hears this...
Zhang Qiling, who was daydreaming, suddenly heard the sound of a door opening behind him. His thoughts froze for a moment, and then he heard Zhang Benshan's chattering voice.
"Elder, Elder Mo Yu, are you okay? Are you... ahem, Chief, you're here too. How are your injuries from this trip? Are they serious? Elder, if you need any medicine made and it's inconvenient for you to do it yourself, I'm happy to help. Just be gentler next time you train me..."
Zhang Qiling turned his head woodenly and looked at Zhang Benshan, who had clear and innocent eyes and looked ignorant. He thought for a moment whether their family had any means to make people lose their memory.
Finding that there really seemed to be nothing, Zhang Qiling silently withdrew his gaze and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt, which he had not worn for a long time, back on his head, as if he was trying to cover up something and making it more obvious.
Zhang Moyu looked at the two of them with a smile on his face. He felt that Zhang Qiling and Zhang Benshan seemed to have become more lively after being together for a long time.
"You shouldn't have gotten hurt this time."
Zhang Qiling felt that he had a relatively good understanding of Zhang Moyu's abilities. Even if there was something tricky on the Wang family's side, the ones most likely to get hurt would be Zhang Molan and the ghost bride behind Hei Xiazi.
As the leader of this trip, Zhang Moyu's position is much more important than others. Even if he is leading the charge, he will not put himself in danger. Why is it that everyone else is slightly injured, but he is seriously injured?
Zhang Moyu looked up at him with a little surprise, and heard the unspoken meaning in his words. He didn't know whether Zhang Qiling's statement that he shouldn't be injured was a blind trust in his ability or he really noticed something was wrong. His mind turned, and an excuse came to his mind.
"Isn't this all for my people? If I go in a second later, those poor people will suffer more.
Remember our last conversation? Since you, the clan leader, have the courage to sacrifice your life to save the clan, then we old folks should follow your example and follow in your footsteps."
Hearing him even use the honorific, no matter how slow Zhang Qiling was at this moment, he could hear the sarcasm in his words.
Unexpectedly, this topic has not been avoided yet. Thinking that Zhang Moyu might have deliberately designed himself to be seriously injured while saving his tribesmen this time, just to give him a warning, Zhang Qiling was angry and helpless.
If you have something to say, can't you just say it openly?
I must give him a very impressive lesson by words and deeds.
Is it worth getting hurt just to determine who is better, for the sake of a result that has already been decided in the past?
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