"What do you mean, only you and not me?"
Wei Xun froze, looking slightly flustered. Remembering Qiu Ren's instructions from yesterday, he hurriedly said, "Don't believe the nonsense Four-Fatty spouted offhand. I'm perfectly fine. If you don't believe me, have Old Yang's doctor take my pulse..."
Baozhu immediately cut him off. "That black-faced fellow may be rude, but his reputation as a doctor has yet to fail me. You, on the other hand, manipulated your pulse to deceive several doctors in Xiagui County. I saw it with my own eyes. There's no point taking your pulse."
Wei Xun was instantly struck speechless. He had never imagined that a moment's mischievous whim would come flying back like a boomerang days later and bury itself in him.
Speaking in all seriousness, Baozhu said, "Speaking of Old Yang, he still hasn't recovered from his cold. He's lying next door talking nonsense. If you collapse from your injuries too, do you expect me to take Thirteenth Son and ride a donkey all the way to Youzhou alone?!"
Wei Xun hastened to explain. "I rested all night and feel much better. It was mostly because I drank too much at the wedding."
His lips were plainly blue, yet he was still stubbornly putting on a brave face. Displeased, Baozhu said, "I already know how serious your old illness is. Now you've been poisoned too, and with the doctor's instructions right here, you still want to go out and run wild. I think you've decided your life is too long."
Wei Xun was about to speak again, but Baozhu added sternly, "Think before you answer! If you dare deceive me one more time, I'll dismiss you right now. The hall is full of noise and martial heroes from your own school. Surely I can find one