crunch! Just after Wang Chao put down the phone, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Tong came over with a big thermos, winking at the nurse sister.
The nurse's younger sister gave Wang Chao a strange look, as if he was a little boy who was being fostered, she squeezed her eyes and went out. The corner of Wang Chao's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, it was unnecessary, so he simply smiled.
"Is it better? The doctor said that you almost hurt the spinal nerves with the knife on your back yesterday. If the damage is serious and your upper body is paralyzed, you will be lying in bed for the rest of your life." Zhang Tong sat down on a chair by the edge of the bed, The thermos was opened, and layers of hot dishes and soups were placed on the table.
"It's much better now, and I didn't have anything to do yesterday. Doctors always like to exaggerate and scare people, and then ask you to pay more. Don't believe their best." Wang Chao sat up and shook his body and arms slightly. , I don't feel as painful as I just woke up.
"That's true." Zhang Tong showed a gentle and elegant smile, then took out two chopsticks and handed them to Wang Chao: "This is the medicinal food I asked a special person to make, and there is also black-bone chicken and ginseng soup. Your body is already very healthy. Well, it shouldn’t be a waste of time.”
When Wang Chao heard this, he really felt a little hungry. He nodded, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it first, "Well, it tastes good." Afterwards, the three dishes and a bowl of soup on the table were swept away like a wind.
After Zhang Tong watched Wang Chao finish eating, he called the nurse in and cleared away the dishes and thermos.
"By the way, leave the chopsticks behind." Zhang Tong waited for the nurse sister to finish packing, thought for a while, and said suddenly.
After the nurse sister went out again, Zhang Tong went to the faucet next to him, washed the chopsticks, took one for himself, and handed one to Wang Chao.
"What does this mean?" Wang Chao was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled.
"If a boxer is sick and lies in bed for a long time without moving, his blood vessels will stiffen, and within a few days, his kung fu will regress drastically. You only have a knife wound on your back, and there is no serious injury on your arm. I'll help you practice." Zhang Tong smiled like a naughty little girl blinking her eyes.
"Help me practice?" Wang Chao looked at the chopsticks in his hands. Zhang Tong had already sat down beside his bed. Suddenly his hands trembled, and the chopsticks seemed to be a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole. Hurry Wang Chao's wrist!
"It's so fast!" Wang Chao was startled, he only felt that Zhang Tong's chopsticks strike was as fast as a master's fencing, fast and accurate. He reacted immediately, picking up the chopsticks to block.
But he didn't expect Zhang Tong's chopsticks to entangle with him, suddenly collapsed upwards, his wrist shook, and the chopsticks seemed to be stirring in the water. Wang Chao's chopsticks were twisted, and there was a trend that he couldn't grasp.
"Good guy." Wang Chao admired, clenched his five fingers tightly, and then held the chopsticks firmly so that they did not fall to the ground, but because of this effort, Zhang Tong tapped them one after another, stabbing his wrist.
"I told you a long time ago that I know swordsmanship." Zhang Tong smiled, "Thirteen moves of swordsmanship, draw, belt, grid, strike, thrust, point, collapse, stir, wash, press, chop. I just used Beng, pick, stir. You haven't practiced swords before, so if you try it out, you won't be able to block it."
"Oh! Which school of swordsmanship do you belong to?" Wang Chao suddenly became interested.
"This is the sword handed down by Li Jinglin of the Nanjing Central Martial Art Museum at that time. My master was one of Li Jinglin's subordinates. When the Kuomintang collapsed, he went to Taiwan and then to France. He passed it on to my master, and my master passed it on to me," said Zhang Tong. .
"Li Jinglin." Wang Chao recalled. When Li Jinglin was in the Republic of China, he was the commander of the First Division of the Northeast Army, and later became the military affairs supervisor of Zhili. This person learned Wudang swordsmanship and was very strong in martial arts. Later, he established the Central Martial Arts Museum with a group of veterans of the Kuomintang. At that time, in the old martial arts world, he was as famous as Sun Lutang, and everyone called him "Sword Immortal".
Li Jinglin opened the Central Martial Arts Academy, and he had countless disciples in his life. Later, the Kuomintang collapsed, and many of them were exiled overseas.
Wang Chao also knew that Zhang Tong knew swordsmanship, but he only thought that she only played fancy fencing or something. He didn't expect her swordsmanship to have such a great background.
"No wonder you like to watch people practice martial arts. It turns out that you are a real trainer." Wang Chao recalled the process of getting acquainted with Zhang Tong, and it was indeed because of martial arts that he met in the Taekwondo gym.
"I'm not a martial arts practitioner. I only know how to fencing, and I haven't practiced other boxing skills. In a real fight, unless you have a sword in your hand, you can't beat people. Women, by nature, don't fight people desperately. "Zhang Tong shook his head: "When my master passed it on to me, he also stated that he only kept the sword power as a seed, and didn't let it die forever."
"Who says women are born bad." Tang Zichen's shadow flashed in Wang Chao's head, "Come on, let's try again, let me see what is so subtle about your swordsmanship."
Zhang Tong smiled: "Don't get your wrist swollen by my stabbing." After finishing speaking, the chopsticks stabbed again.
"A sword is like a small gun, they are all stabbed to kill people. There is a place to communicate with each other." Wang Chao quickly resisted, turned his chopsticks over and over, and used it as a gun. Now he was prepared and resisted Zhang Tong's attack. offensive.
The two challenged each other, and their reactions were unconventional and quick, but in the end it was Wang Chao who had good physical strength. After fighting for a while, Zhang Tong kicked a little angry, his face flushed, and his wrists slowed down a bit, but Wang Chao had already indulged in it. Suddenly thrust out, like a dragon ascending to heaven. One blow knocked off Zhang Tong's chopsticks.
Zhang Tong let out a cry of surprise, and backed away involuntarily, avoiding the prick.
But she didn't pay attention, the chopsticks just washed left a little water stain under her feet, and she was wearing high heels again. When I stood up and slipped, my body immediately fell back, and I was about to fall.
But after all she had practiced kung fu, she immediately fell forward, and pressed down on Wang Chao's bed.
"Oh! Roar! Roar!" Wang Chao was so crushed that his whole body was in pain, and he almost yelled.
At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, the door was quickly pushed open, and a voice came in, "Wang Chao, why are you injured? How did you get injured? With your kung fu, you will still be injured?"
It was Zhu Jia who came in.
"You... you... what are you doing?" Zhu Jia happened to see this scene, her eyes bulged like copper bells, she opened her mouth, her fingers pointed at the bed and trembled like convulsions, "It's broad daylight in the hospital..."