Squeak! Just after Wang Chao put down the phone, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Tong came over with a large thermos bottle and winked at the nurse. Squeak! Just after Wang Chao put down the phone, the door was pushed open, and Zhang Tong came over with a large thermos bottle and winked at the nurse.
The nurse looked at Wang Chao strangely, as if he was a kept gigolo, and squinted her eyes and went out. Wang Chao's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to explain, but thought it was unnecessary, so he just smiled.
"Are you feeling better? The knife you had on your back yesterday, the doctor said it almost hurt your spinal nerves. If the damage is serious, your upper body will be paralyzed, and you will be lying in bed for the rest of your life." Zhang Tong sat down on a chair at the edge of the bed, opened the thermos, and placed layers of hot dishes and soup on the table.
"It's much better now, and I didn't have any problems yesterday. Doctors always like to exaggerate and scare people, and then ask you to pay more money. It's best not to believe them." Wang Chao sat up, shook his body and arms slightly, and felt that he was not as painful as when he just woke up.
"That's right." 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 chicken ginseng soup. Your body is already very good, so you shouldn't be weak and can't be supplemented."
Wang Chao felt a little hungry when he heard it, nodded, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it first, "Well, it tastes good." Then he swept the three dishes and a bowl of soup on the table clean like a whirlwind.
Zhang Tong watched Wang Chao finish eating, and then asked the nurse to come in and clean up the dishes and thermos.
"By the way, leave the chopsticks." Zhang Tong thought about it and suddenly said when the nurse sister was almost done cleaning up.
After the nurse sister went out again, Zhang Tong walked 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, somewhat puzzled.
"If a boxer gets sick and lies in bed for a long time without moving, his blood vessels will become stiff, and within a few days, his kung fu will decline greatly. You only have a knife wound on your back, and there is no serious injury on your arm. Let me 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 hand. Zhang Tong had already sat down beside his bed. Suddenly, his hand trembled, and the chopsticks seemed to be a poisonous dragon coming out of the cave, quickly hitting Wang Chao's wrist!
"So fast!" Wang Chao was shocked, and felt that Zhang Tong's chopsticks were as fast as a master swordsman, fast and accurate. He reacted immediately, holding the chopsticks and blocking.
But he didn't expect that Zhang Tong's chopsticks would suddenly collapse upwards after intertwining with him, and his wrist would shake, and the chopsticks seemed to be tumbling in the water. Wang Chao's chopsticks were twisted, and he was actually a little bit out of control.
"Good stuff." Wang Chao exclaimed, clenching his five fingers to hold the chopsticks firmly without dropping them on the ground. However, because of this effort, Zhang Tong stabbed him in the wrist.
"I told you a long time ago that I know swordsmanship." Zhang Tong smiled, "The thirteen postures of swordsmanship are to draw, carry, block, strike, stab, point, collapse, stir, wash, press, and chop. I just used collapse, pick, and stir. You have never practiced swordsmanship, so you can't block it when you try it."
"Oh! Which school of swordsmanship do you belong to?" Wang Chao immediately became interested.
"This is the sword passed down by Li Jinglin of the Nanjing Central Guoshu Museum at that time. My master's master was a subordinate of Li Jinglin. After the collapse of the Kuomintang, he went to Taiwan and then to France. He passed it to my master, and my master passed it to me." Zhang Tong said.
"Li Jinglin." Wang Chao recalled. Li Jinglin was the commander of the First Division of the Northeast Army during the Republic of China, and later became the Director of Military Affairs of Zhili. This man learned the swordsmanship of Wudang and was very skilled in martial arts. Later, he and a group of veterans of the Kuomintang founded the Central Guoshu Hall. At that time, he was as famous as Sun Lutang in the old martial arts world, and people called him the "Sword Immortal".
Li Jinglin opened the Central Guoshu Hall and had countless disciples throughout his life. Later, the Kuomintang collapsed and many of them fled overseas.
Wang Chao also knew that Zhang Tong knew swordsmanship, but he only thought that she was just playing fancy fencing or something. He didn't expect that her swordsmanship had such a great background.
"No wonder you like to watch people practice martial arts. It turns out that you are also a real martial artist." Wang Chao recalled the process of getting to know Zhang Tong, and it was indeed because of martial arts that they met in the Taekwondo Hall.
"I'm not a martial artist. I only know how to fencing. I haven't practiced any other martial arts. In a real fight, unless you have a sword in your hand, you can't beat anyone. Women, by nature, won't fight desperately." Zhang Tong shook her head: "When my master taught me, he meant to keep the sword skills and not let them die out." "Who said women are born incapable of it?" Wang Chao's mind flashed the shadow of Tang Zichen, "Come on, let's try again, let me see what's so exquisite about your sword skills." Zhang Tong smiled: "Don't let me stab your wrist." After that, the chopsticks stabbed again. "A sword is equivalent to a small gun. They both use stabbing to kill people. There is a place for mutual communication." Wang Chao hurriedly resisted, flipping the chopsticks and using them as a gun. Now that he was prepared, he actually resisted Zhang Tong's attack. The two of them were fighting, and their reactions were very agile. However, Wang Chao was physically strong. After a while, Zhang Tong was a little out of breath, her face flushed, and her wrist slowed down, but Wang Chao was already immersed in it. The chopsticks suddenly stabbed out, like a latent dragon ascending to the sky, and hit Zhang Tong's chopsticks.
Zhang Tong was surprised and her body retreated involuntarily to avoid the stab.
But she didn't pay attention. There was a little water stain under her feet from washing chopsticks, and she was wearing high heels. She stood up and slipped, and her body immediately leaned back, and she was about to fall.
But she had practiced kung fu, and her body immediately fell forward, and fell on Wang Chao's bed.
"Oh! Roar! Roar!" Wang Chao was pressed down, and his whole body was in pain, and he almost yelled.
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, the door was pushed open quickly, and a voice came in, "Wang Chao, how did you get hurt? How did you get hurt? With your kung fu, you can still get hurt?"
It was Zhu Jia who came in.
"You...you...what are you doing?" Zhu Jia happened to see this scene. His eyes bulged like bells, his mouth opened, and his fingers pointed at the bed and trembled as if he was having a seizure. "This is in the hospital in broad daylight..."