Rong Shengsheng was ecstatic; her hard work over this period had not been in vain. At the same time, she felt a great sense of achievement. She had previously followed an old lady in her village to learn acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine but had only treated minor ailments such as back and leg pain or the common cold. She had never attempted to treat a serious illness before.
Lan Xiyu, too, was surprised as he touched his own leg. His azure eyes sparkled with life, and his usually sullen face showed a rare excitement.
Was his leg.....about to get better?
Would he be able to stand up before long?
He clutched Rong Shengsheng's hand tightly, "Thank you...."
Rong Shengsheng shook her head, "Young Master Lan, you don't have to thank me. As the saying goes, 'A lucky person will always find a way.' Even without me, someone else would have healed your leg."
