Chapter 132 Persuasion

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  After the scar on his wrist faded, Old Chief was overjoyed. Originally, there was no hope, but unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise, fortunately, he had left a thread of expectation in his heart, otherwise, he would have missed the opportunity for his son's recovery.

  After Zhu Yan sent it over, he only used a little bit for testing and still had more than half left, which should be enough. The old chief didn't worry about this at all. Since the Zhang family had sent it to him, they would definitely take responsibility to the end and wouldn't give up halfway.

  He decided that as long as Zhang's family didn't break the law or violate discipline in the future, helping them out a bit wouldn't be a big deal, it was a matter of principle.

  Holding two bottles of wine, the old chief personally went to the backyard to see his son. Since his son's face was disfigured, he had been locking himself in a small building at the back, only active in that small garden.

  In order not to let his son feel troubled, the old chief even sealed off that courtyard and normally only allowed people to go in to deliver meals, as well as a few of his son's close relatives.

  It's not that I don't know it's bad to keep him away from people for a long time, but every time someone sees my son's appearance, he becomes emotionally unstable for many days. So even if I know it's not good, I have no choice but to do so.

  It's no wonder that Wen Yichen (the name of the eldest son) has a bad temper, and when things are pushed to someone's head, they won't be rational, and may even be more excessive.

  He walked into the second floor with his things, the room was dark and all the curtains were drawn, but the lights were on at home. It seemed to be isolated from the world, every time the old chief came in, his heart ached more, so he came less and less often, the last time was still a month ago.

  Thinking of this, Lao Shou Zhang's heart felt a bit guilty. He thought that his son owed him too much, and with this in mind, he quickened his pace by several steps.

  The lamp in the study is on, and my son must be reading again. He only stops daydreaming when he's reading.

  He lightly knocked on the door, and Old Chief carefully opened the study door, as if afraid of startling the person inside.

  Wen Yichen, who was reading a book, raised his head. Under the lamp light, his facial features looked even more terrifying. The scars almost covered half of his right face, twisted and hideous. If he went out at night, people would definitely think he was a ghost.

  Looking at his son's numb eyes, the old captain's heart was like a knife twist. His son used to be so excellent, but now he had become so dispirited.

  "A Ye, reading a book?" Even the usually stern and authoritative old leader had his cautious moments.

  "Hmm, something wrong?" Wen Yichen's words were cold and icy, as if he was talking to a stranger.

  But the father knew that his son had closed himself off, unwilling to accept others' concern and sympathy, like a turtle shrinking into its shell, refusing to come out.

  But it won't be like that anymore. My son will definitely become his old cheerful and optimistic self again. The old chief has never felt more grateful to the family, who gave his son hope for living.

  "Of course, I've found a way to restore you this time, and it won't let you down, really, you..."

  "Enough!" The old chief's words were ruthlessly interrupted, the air was once condensed, making the atmosphere at this moment somewhat suffocating.

  "Son, can you let me finish speaking? I promise it's the last time." The old captain's voice revealed a hint of entreaty and unease.

  "You've said that many times before, no need to say it again." Wen Yichen had heard the phrase "one last time" too many times. Each time ended in disappointment, and he decided not to treat her anymore.

  It's impossible to cure anyway, so why waste time? It's okay to spend a lifetime like this.

  The old chief knew that his son was afraid, but this time it's different, he will definitely cure his son. He is full of confidence in Zhu Yan.

  "My son, I know you don't believe me, but look," the old chief rolled up his sleeves and held out his wrists in front of his son. "It's gone, the scars are gone, this time it's effective, try it, I guarantee you'll be fine." The old chief was speaking somewhat incoherently now.

  Wen Yichen knew about the scar on his father's wrist, which was a medal of honor. When he was young, he would often hold himself in his arms and tell him stories about the scar.

  Unexpectedly, it disappeared. In Wen Yichen's heart, it was as if a black cloth had torn open a hole, allowing threads of sunlight to seep in. Although small, an opening had finally been created.

  Seeing his son unmoved, the old chief knew that now except for the outcome, nothing could move him anymore, so let the facts speak.

  "Take a look at the things in here, I think you will gain something from it. Whether to use them or not is up to you. The future is in your own hands, I'm leaving first." After finishing speaking, Old Chief stood up and left, believing that his son was not a coward, would he be unable to withstand such a small difficulty?

  The door of the study was closed again, and Wen Yichen once more entered a world that belonged only to him. Except for the hollow sound of his own breathing, there was an eerie silence all around.

  After a long time of contemplation, Wen Yichen's hand finally reached for the file bag on the table.

  It's been over ten days and there's still no news, Zhang Fu finally felt the anxiety of what it's like to have no results, shouldn't there be some effect by now? How can there be no rumors at all?

  Has it failed? There should be some movement, how can it be quiet as if he had never been to that courtyard...

  Zhang Fu couldn't wait any longer, so he got up and went to the old mansion. His father was leisurely watering flowers, completely unaware of his son's anxiety.

  "Is that you?" Old Zhang didn't even lift his head, continuing to water the flowers with his head down, as if the flowers in his hands were more intimate than his own son.

  "Dad, have you received any news? Why aren't you reacting at all?" Zhang's father said as soon as he arrived, expressing the worries in his heart.

  "What's wrong with you, acting like a young whippersnapper? You think you're still young, can't even calm down for a moment, not a bit of the dignity of an old man like me." Old Master Zhang said slowly.

  "How can you look so calm, it's been so many days, how can I not be anxious?" Zhang Fu was also very worried, the time had dragged on for too long, and he was getting more and more uneasy.

  "Hmm, no news is good news. Why don't you have any confidence in yourself? Anyway, success or failure depends on this one move, so it's better to wait patiently. Rushing won't bring the news any sooner." The old man found that his education of his son was still not thorough enough, how could he be so impatient.

  It's not that Zhang Fu is impatient, anyone who has been tortured for so many days would be anxious.

  Seeing his son's face was drawn long, the old man sighed in his heart, still not experienced enough.

  "Didn't you calculate it, if you use Zhu Yan, how many days will it take to be effective? If it's not completely cured, will others believe you? How can you be as muddle-headed as a pig, thinking that the leader has nothing better to do than to idle around with you?"

  "I've had enough, it'll react within three days, and in a week it'll be almost fine, ten days will definitely be good. It's all almost done, not even a little heart...". Zhang Fu was also feeling wronged in his heart, who else's son would still want to teach him at this age, the old man is really something.

  "You say you're a pig brain and you still don't believe it, if you send it to someone's house they will use it right away, won't they try it out first? Who do you think you are, your face is so big?" The old man was getting impatient, what a stubborn head.

  Chapter father is like a dream just woke up, isn't it? He really is too concerned about Zhu Yan's success or failure, the weight of gain and loss in his heart is too heavy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of this layer, all being blinded by interests.

  This time, after being pointed out by the old master, he finally came to his senses and realized that some things should not be taken too seriously, otherwise they would blind their own eyes and lose their usual heart.

  Knowing where his mistakes were, Zhang Fu finally calmed down.

  "Dad, I understand, come on, let me help you water the flowers."

  "Scram, you little brat! Don't cause any more trouble or I'll pour it all over you!" The old man hastily dodged to the side, his precious flowers couldn't be ruined by this stinky kid.

  "It's nothing, I'll go." Zhang Fu thought it through and returned to his normal self, starting a ruckus with the old master.

  "Go on, what are you messing around with?" The old man was quite pleased with his son's understanding, didn't expect that just a slight hint would make him come to his senses, but still couldn't let him touch his precious flowers. He knew how many pots of flowers his son had drowned himself in the past.

  So many days aren't waited in vain, things will eventually have an outcome.

  Tang Sa went to the Wen's house as usual today. He and Wen Yi Chen have been good friends for many years, despite their four-year age difference. When they were young, Tang Sa would always follow behind Wen Yi Chen, and the two became close friends.

  Since Wen Yichen's face was ruined, she no longer loved to socialize with people. However, Tang Sa seemed to be unaware of it and entered the house as usual, treating Wen Yichen as if nothing had happened.

  Wen Yichen said and said he wouldn't leave, but Leng's cold face pretended not to see him. What else could he do? He had no choice but to let Tang Sa enter with a thick skin. However, even if he closed himself off, he still yearned for warmth, so he tacitly allowed Tang Sa to get close.

  Tang Sa did as she always did and greeted the people in the front yard before hurrying towards the small building in the backyard.

  Arriving here, he took a look and indeed Wen Yi Chen was hiding in the study again. He had gotten used to it, so he directly went to the study, "bang bang bang" knocking on the door, then without waiting for the owner's permission, he walked right in.

  Hearing the footsteps, Wen Yichen knew it was Tang Sa who had come. Listening to that knock on the door, such an impolite person wasn't him, who else could it be?

  Tang Sa stepped in and said: "How are you reading books again? You're almost buried in them."

  Wen Yichen helplessly raised his head, why did he always have to tease himself, as if he wouldn't feel comfortable unless he teased himself.

  Seeing Wen Yichen lift his head and reveal his face, Tang Sa was shocked and lost color: "Yichen, you... your face..."