Supreme Warrior in the City
Chapter 1149 - 1148: Let Me Do It

Chapter 1149: Chapter 1148: Let Me Do It

Upon hearing the name, Zhao Tianxing sighed. If Zhao Chong hadn’t stepped in to help Wang Hao, their family wouldn’t have fallen on such hard times.

Despite the helplessness he felt, Zhao Tianxing never blamed his son. On the contrary, he believed Zhao Chong did the right thing.

For those who practice martial arts, what kind of man would one be if devoid of any sense of justice?

Upon learning that Su Yang was Wang Hao’s friend, Zhao Tianxing initially thought he came to express Wang Hao’s gratitude, which moved him somewhat. However, he was keenly aware that now was not the time for such sentiments.

"Zhao Chong is asleep," said Zhao Tianxing. "I’m sorry, but we have some matters to attend to and cannot host you today."

Su Yang did not leave, but instead walked straight up to Zhao Tianxing: "How is his injury?"

Zhao Tianxing’s brow furrowed slightly, why couldn’t this kid understand what others were saying? To insist on staying when he had said they could not host, what was he trying to do?

"I’ve already bandaged him," Zhao Tianxing said in a low voice, for the sake of saving face: "Thank you for your concern."

"I know medicine, perhaps I could take a look?" Su Yang asked.

Zhao Tianxing glanced at Su Yang, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old kid, claiming he knew medicine. Honestly, Zhao Tianxing had a hard time believing it.

Moreover, Zhao Chong’s injury was very serious. Even if taken to the best hospital, at most, they could only perform an attachment, and his mobility would definitely be limited after that. Not to mention, it was already suppurating. Was this something any random quack doctor could handle?

Still, outwardly Zhao Tianxing showed gratitude: "Thank you, but his wounds have already been bandaged well."

With the Soul Searching Technique, Su Yang could tell that Zhao Tianxing was talking nonsense. However, he did not say anything; after all, it was normal for Zhao Tianxing not to trust him given his young appearance. Furthermore, considering this matter had led to his family’s current plight, Su Yang felt a bit of guilt towards them and didn’t mind Zhao Tianxing’s distrust.

Just then, a cry of alarm suddenly came from behind the door: "Husband, husband, Xiao Chong’s... Why has Xiao Chong’s wrist swollen up like this?"

Zhao Tianxing’s complexion changed drastically. Without concerning himself any further with Su Yang, he rushed straight into the room.

Inside, Zhao Chong was lying on the bed, his wrists and ankles all bandaged. Zhao Tianxing, who only knew some simple bandaging techniques and had no one else to turn to, had done the bandaging himself.

Now, however, both Zhao Chong’s wrists and ankles had swollen alarmingly. Especially his wrist, which had swelled to nearly twice its normal size—it looked truly horrifying.

Even more terrifying was that Zhao Chong’s arm was turning black, and in his unconscious state, his breathing was growing fainter and fainter.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Zhao Tianxing was so anxious he was all in a flurry. He didn’t understand any of this. He knew only how to bandage, but anything beyond that was completely beyond his knowledge.

His wife, crying beside him like a fountain of tears, was holding their son tightly and said tremblingly, "Should we... Should we take him to the hospital?"

"I would like to take him, but which hospital would take him!" Zhao Tianxing’s voice was both angry and helpless; he had run to nearly all the hospitals in Capital City during this time, but not one was willing to take his son in.

"Then... what do we do now? What should we do now?" His wife cried even more pitifully. Her son’s breathing was growing weaker and weaker—were they really going to watch their son die right here?

Zhao Tianxing himself felt completely at a loss; he did not have a clue about medical treatments.

"Let me try," Su Yang’s voice came from behind.

Only then did Zhao Tianxing remember that Su Yang was still there. But what use was there for him to stay?

His wife turned her head and when she saw Su Yang, she couldn’t help but wonder, "Who is this...?"

"He’s Wang Hao’s friend..." Zhao Tianxing hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "He says he understands medicine."

"Then... then let him take a look at Xiao Chong quickly!" His wife frantically stepped aside, pleading urgently, "Please... please check on Xiao Chong, I beg you..."

Zhao Tianxing wanted to stop her, but in the end, he said nothing. At this point, they really had no other options and had to grasp at straws.

Su Yang walked to the bedside and with a casual glance, he immediately discerned Zhao Chong’s condition.

His tendons had been severed, his bones broken, and without strict anti-inflammatory treatment for such a long time, worsening was simply inevitable.

In fact, with Zhao Chong’s current condition, even if he were taken to the hospital, the best outcome would only be amputation to save his life.

Fortunately, standing there was Su Yang. Such a minor injury was incredibly easy for him to handle.

"Do you have a knife?" Su Yang asked.

"A knife?" Zhao Tianxing and his wife were both startled. His wife whispered, "We have... a fruit knife..."

"How can that be enough?" Zhao Tianxing said bluntly. For such a wound, using a fruit knife was a joke.

"It’ll do!" Su Yang waved his hand, and Zhao Tianxing’s wife hurriedly went to fetch the fruit knife and handed it to Su Yang.

Su Yang picked up the fruit knife and immediately tore off Zhao Chong’s bandages.

The wound was completely festering; pus was oozing out from the injury, creating a horrific sight.

Su Yang took the fruit knife and was about to cut into the wound when Zhao Tianxing became anxious, "You... aren’t you going to disinfect that?"

"With the state of your son’s wound right now, does it still need disinfection?" Su Yang retorted.

Zhao Tianxing looked at Zhao Chong’s wound and felt uncomfortable. In a low voice, he said, "But... but you can’t just give up hope like this. Even if amputation is needed, you... you should choose a proper tool. It will be... it’ll hurt him so much..."

"Amputation!?" The wife trembled with fear, her complexion pale, and she almost fainted.

"Amputate what!" Su Yang said, "I’m just going to clean up his wound a bit, so it doesn’t interfere with my reattachment of his tendons."

"Ah?" Zhao Tianxing was stunned, beginning to wonder if he had heard wrong. Tendons that had been severed could still be reattached?

"This... this can be reattached?" Zhao Tianxing asked incredulously.

"Why not?" Su Yang said, and casually sliced open Zhao Chong’s wound, letting the pus flow out.

"How... how is that possible..." Zhao Tianxing was utterly astonished.

His wife, however, was overjoyed. During this time, she had almost resigned herself to the belief that her son would be disabled for life. Su Yang’s words, however, ignited quite a bit of hope in her.

"Boil some hot water; I’ll need it shortly," Su Yang instructed.

"Okay, okay..." His wife hurried off to boil water, leaving Zhao Tianxing still dazed, watching Su Yang work.

In truth, Su Yang could use the simplest ’Soul Searching Technique’ to treat Zhao Chong, but he chose not to. With Zhao Chong suffering such severe injuries for Wang Hao, Su Yang’s assistance wasn’t solely about saving him—it was also to help him rebuild the severed tendons.