“Eat the pancake first. I'll get you some congee in a minute," he assured her. ‘In a minute? Is he actually going to fight Orion?"

“Wesley, Orion was joking. Don't hurt him," Blair said, looking at him anxiously.

Wesley took off his hat and put it next to Blair. He threw a sidelong look at Orion who was Limbering up, and said, "Don't worry. I'll make this quick."

Blair was worried.

The ward wasn't Large by any sense of the word, but Wesley was certain that it was big enough for him to take Orion down without breaking anything.

I'LL show you one of China's main exports-kung fu." Wesley stretched his knuckles, then held out his right hand toward Orion and curled his fingers, gesturing for him to make the first move.

Orion couldn't stand the provocation. Swinging his fists, he charged towards Wesley and aimed his punches at his face.

Orion blinked his eyes, lying on the floor.

“Anyone get the number of that truck?" he joked.

He winced in pain, but made no other sounds. He rolled over and sprang to his feet, eager to continue the fight.

Things didn't go as he expected. Orion came at Wesley once more, hoping for a body blow that would take his rival out. That didn't happen.

Instead, Wesley Leaned away at an angle as the fist traveled past him.

Then, he grabbed Orion's arm, and used his other fist to pummel the man, striking his temple, his jaw, and his ear in quick succession.

Then, Wesley switched to kicks, the sole of his foot smashing into

Orion's hip. As Orion staggered, Wesley kicked him again in the floating ribs. He crumpled.

While Orion Lay groaning on the floor, Wesley calmly sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the bowl of congee. He took a spoonful and put it to Blair's mouth.

“Here. It's still warm," he said.

Orion's two bodyguards, who had been waiting for him outside the door, rushed into the ward when they heard the scuffle. They helped him off the floor, and then they both attacked Wesley to avenge the guy who signed their paychecks. Orion wanted to stop them, but every part of his body ached.

In too much pain to finish a sentence, he could only watch as Wesley dispatched his finest bodyguards with an elbow smash and a roundhouse kick to the head. Amazingly, the soldier held the bowl the whole time, and didn't spill a single drop.

Blair's eyes sparkled as she watched. She had always thought he was handsome and cool, but now her admiration for him had reached a new level.

When Wesley was done with them, the two bodyguards limped to their boss, and escorted him out of the ward towards the nurses' station, with each of them holding the places where Wesley had humbled them.

The ward finally quieted down.

"You were too hard on Orion. He's not a bad guy," Blair said to Wesley.

He blew on the congee and put it to her mouth.

“You feel bad for him?"