Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Spitting blood in anger Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Spitting blood in anger Jiang Liang spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot and then fainted.
Xia Weibao’s words were clearly a veiled accusation that he was petty, holding a grudge over a beating!
How could he not be furious!
What made it worse was that even though he was the one nearly beaten to death, he was the one who had to pay her medical expenses!
This incident caused quite a stir in the military hospital.
An old army doctor trembled with excitement, “Could this be the legendary slapping therapy?”
The other doctors looked at each other, “Impossible, right? Hasn’t the slapping therapy been lost?”
The slapping therapy is an unconventional method in traditional Chinese medicine.
As the name implies, it involves slapping to clear the meridians in the body, thereby achieving the therapeutic effect of treating diseases.
In ancient times, an empress suffered from infertility. The Imperial Physician had a maid, after bathing every day, whip her back with a rattan for forty-nine days consecutively.
Eventually, the empress did become pregnant, and the slapping therapy became famous because of this.
However, because the whipping process was too painful for ordinary people to endure, and it involved many precise acupoints, it gradually became lost over time.
Who would have expected it to reappear today!
With a heart eager to learn, the old army doctor found Xia Weibao.
However, the answer he got was that she had hit randomly.
The old army doctor, “…”
Was it possible to accomplish such a complex and varied therapy by slapping around blindly?
Who would believe that!
Yet, since Xia Weibao refused to elaborate, there was nothing they could do.
They could only shake their heads and sigh.
Back at the dorm, Her Majesty the Empress, embraced by her companions, couldn’t be happier.
Zhuang Xuejun looked worried, “Baby, is your arm alright?”
Yin Guo even smuggled a hot water bag from somewhere, “Quick, apply some heat to reduce the swelling.”
“I just used my charms to borrow a bottle of bruise-healing liquor from the clinic. Let’s rub some on.” Qiao Li said.
Xia Weibao squinted her eyes… pfft, smiled sweetly at the three beautiful women surrounding her.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to be so nervous.”
“Still saying you’re fine, there’s such a big bruise.” Zhuang Xuejun’s face was full of concern.
“Really, it’s normal to get hurt in a fight, I’m used to it.”
She used to be used to it, but then the Dog Emperor tricked her into the palace and pampered her with luxury, making her delicate and precious.
Nobody dared to hit her anymore.
However, the bruises on her body never seemed to fade; why, you ask? Go ask the Dog Emperor.
Hearing her indifferent tone, Zhuang Xuejun felt even more heartache.
“How could you be often getting into fights?”
Xia Weibao was at a loss for words, as there were rarely fights in modern society; she almost slipped up with her words again.
But she was quick to respond, “Collisions often happen during slapstick scenes, and with so many psychos around in the mental hospital, fights were almost a daily occurrence.”
She discovered that the three years the original host spent in a mental hospital were great for using as an excuse.
Any irrational behavior is considered normal in a mental hospital.
After all, it’s normal for the insane to be insane, right?
This was a heavy topic, and the other three didn’t know how to continue the conversation.
Conveniently, the host brought in the mobile phone at this time, and it was time for their half-hour of freedom for the evening.
Her Majesty the Empress was very happy, “Do you all play games?”
“Yeah, occasionally, to relieve stress,” Yin Guo said.
Xia Weibao’s eyes lit up, “Then do you play ‘Honor of Kings’?”
Hearing the responses from the three, Xia Weibao’s face glowed, “Let’s team up!”
The four of them sat side by side on the bed and started to form a team.
They didn’t invite Ruan Jiajia and instead matched randomly with another player.
It was now very clear that there were factions among the five of them, Ruan Jiajia’s personality did not mesh with theirs.
Ruan Jiajia, isolated on the side, sulking with eyes full of jealousy.