Treating Zhang Yunjie's illness became simpler. Lin Yu, in less than half an hour, successfully drained all the blood stasis from Zhang Yunjie's brain through the needle, despite the condition persisting for quite a long time, about two years. Some oppressed nerves and tissues will still need a certain amount of time for recovery. However, within approximately two months, he should be able to return to a healthy state without any issues.
As brain treatment differs from other bodily treatments and requires tranquility, Lin Yu infused a force that made Zhang Yunjie fall into a deep sleep.
After splashing his face with water to freshen up, Lin Yu stepped outside, picked up his bag again, and said, "Monitor Leader, my task is now complete. Shall we bid farewell here?"
"Don't leave; my mom said we're having dinner at home tonight," Zhang Xinran grasped his bag, somewhat anxiously.
"I'm afraid it's not possible. I already have plans for dinner tonight. Someone informed me this morning, and if I don't go, she won't be pleased. I appreciate your kindness, but when I have time, I'll come over for dinner," Lin Yu shook his head and smiled.
"Who's that important? Seems like you must go for dinner. Is it a man or a woman?" Zhang Xinran asked in a coquettish tone, but she was listening intently.
"Of course, it's a woman. Otherwise, why would I be so enthusiastic?" Lin Yu chuckled.
"A woman? What's your relationship with her?" Zhang Xinran suddenly became inexplicably nervous, her breath slightly hurried.
"We are... Oh, why so many questions?" Lin Yu was about to reply but saw Zhang Xinran staring at him intently, seeming very concerned about the answer. He couldn't help but tease her with a smile.
"I have to ask; I'm your monitor," Zhang Xinran hummed, giving a weak reason.
"Even a monitor shouldn't interfere in others' private lives, right? Alright, alright, I'm leaving. She's my childhood friend and our neighbor's little sister. I just got back, saw her in the yard yesterday, and she invited me for dinner to catch up. It's that simple," Lin Yu picked up his bag and headed out.
"Oh, I see. The neighbor's little sister, the most decent girl next door, could she possibly have feelings for you?" Zhang Xinran handed Lin Yu his shoes, watching him change them with an apparently casual air but with underlying sarcasm in her tone.
However, she was unaware of the sourness in her own words.
"What nonsense, she's just the neighbor's little sister, nothing more than a childhood friend. Don't randomly guess." Lin Yu chuckled.
"Isn't that perfect? Childhood companions, natural pairs..." Zhang Xinran listened to Lin Yu's tone and inexplicably relaxed, though she deliberately emphasized, still unconvinced.
"Let it go. I thought about it, but we're too close; it's not appropriate. You understand, haha." Lin Yu finished wearing his shoes, opened the door, and walked out.
"Wait, I'll see you off," Zhang Xinran hurriedly followed.
"No need, go back and take care of your father. He just received treatment and is still in a daze. He needs someone to look after him," Lin Yu had already descended the stairs.
"Hey, I... you... I still have things to ask you..." Zhang Xinran was a bit anxious but was concerned about her father and couldn't go downstairs, so she could only stand at the door and call out.
"What do you want to ask? Ask here." Lin Yu stopped on the lower staircase, curiously looking up at her.
"I wanted to ask..." Zhang Xinran just began speaking, but they heard the sound of other people opening doors in the hallway, along with footsteps approaching. She swallowed the rest of her words, "Ask a dead man!" The door slammed shut.
"Gosh, what a temper! Is she a dog zodiac sign? Flips so easily. It's hard enough that I healed her parents, and this is what I get." Lin Yu rolled his eyes, went downstairs, and remained slightly indignant.
Yet, he didn't know that at that moment, Zhang Xinran was hidden behind the curtains, quietly peering down, watching him walk away. Her face was red, twisting the curtains with her hands, her heart pounding, continuously speculating, "Does he have a girlfriend now?" This was, in fact, the question she wanted to ask Lin Yu earlier.
Fortunately, she was interrupted by the neighbor; otherwise, it would've been embarrassing, right?
Recalling the jest she made about offering herself to Lin Yu if he cured her parents' illness, her face turned even redder. She covered her face, "He... He really healed my parents' illness. What should I do? Do I really have to offer myself to marry this rogue? Would that just be taking advantage of him?"
Suddenly, she remembered the embarrassing moment in the alley, especially when Lin Yu's objectionable thing suddenly surged magnificently against her, and she began to feel a bit weak, as if she couldn't stand straight.
"Oh, what's wrong with me? So weak, am I truly just infatuated? Hey, Zhang Xinran, where's your backbone? Stand up straight! What's so great about him? He can only pretend to be a big shot in medical matters. How can you be so downcast?..." Zhang Xinran cursed herself inwardly, but the visions of Lin Yu still danced about, and no matter
how she tried, she couldn't dismiss them.
The door creaked open, and her mother, Li Qiuli, returned, happily carrying a basket of vegetables. She entered the house and called out, "Ranran, help me with the vegetables. Xiao Yu, thank you for your hard work. How is your uncle?"
As she said this, she noticed Zhang Xinran standing unsteadily on the balcony, looking into the distance, her face flushed, as if she'd applied a heavy layer of rouge.
"Oh, Ranran, why are you standing here? Where's Xiao Yu? Where's your dad? How's his condition? I didn't dare look earlier; I wanted to come back and get a big surprise," Li Qiuli asked one after another, then turned to look into the house. She suddenly screamed, dropping the basket of vegetables on the ground, filled with excitement as she rushed over, "Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, are you awake? Oh my, you can move...!"
Li Qiuli was speaking when she turned her head and saw Zhang Yunjie, struggling to stand at the door, smiling at the two of them with a mixture of excitement and tears – after two years of being bedridden, he could move. It was indeed a miraculous moment.