Li Xiaoqiang took Liang Yunyun's pulse, and her body's various indicators were relatively normal.
Subsequently, Li Xiaoqiang took out a silk bag with about thirty acupuncture needles in it, all of which had been handed down from his ancestors.
According to Li Xiaoqiang's grandfather, tracing back to the Ming Dynasty, he had an ancestor who was an Imperial Physician; his acupuncture skills were unmatched in the world and exquisitely peerless.
However, that ancestor only stayed at the court for just over two years before being harmed by treacherous parties. Luckily, the art of acupuncture was not lost and continued to be passed down.
Liang Yunyun's legs had been paralyzed for six years due to lower limb hemiplegia, which was caused by cell tissue mutation and death due to poisoning, leading to functional disorder.
Moreover, it was highly infectious. These cells belonged to tenacious pathogenic bacterial cells, which meant that, perhaps today a few cells were repaired, but by tomorrow, other viral cells might infect the recently revived ones.
This type of case is known in medical history as living cell mutation, and given the current domestic medical equipment, the possibility of full recovery is slim; the condition can only be stabilized.
But the cost of such medical treatment is exorbitantly high. For instance, antibody serum, iodosome monoclonal injection, and other such medicines would cost tens of thousands for a single dose.
During the six years of her illness, Liang Bowen had spent a vast amount of money on her.
Li Xiaoqiang said in a deep voice, "I'm going to perform acupuncture on you. If you feel embarrassed, it's best to close your eyes."
Liang Yunyun did not speak but snorted coldly, "Hmph, even the military hospital couldn't treat it, do you think you can?"
Without caring what Liang Yunyun said, Li Xiaoqiang started performing his medical treatment. During the process, he focused intently, as this was his professional commitment!
Next, Li Xiaoqiang placed acupuncture needles at several critical points, directing the green "Healing Qi" from within his body to her legs, controlling the spread of the virus.
After one hour, Liang Yunyun suddenly felt her thighs were much more comfortable. To her, this ordinary young man who had given her a first impression, besides being tall, strong, and bold, seemed to have no other merits.
As far as she was concerned, Li Xiaoqiang was nothing but a quack who cheated and deceived. She had no idea why her late father had sought him out.
However, she had somewhat changed her opinion now. This guy did have some skill after all, though just a little, not enough to impress her.
Li Xiaoqiang stepped out of Liang Yunyun's boudoir, and the maid hurriedly came in to tidy up. When Liang Bowen saw Li Xiaoqiang coming out, he pulled him aside and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Li, how is my daughter's condition?"
Li Xiaoqiang grinned and said, "I can control her illness. If she's to be completely cured, it will take about a year since her disease didn't happen overnight."
"What?" Liang Bowen trembled as he said, "Yunyun's illness can be cured? But those experts all said."
Li Xiaoqiang shrugged helplessly, "If the principal doesn't believe in me, you don't have to seek my help."
Upon hearing Li Xiaoqiang say this, Liang Bowen quickly shook his head, "No, no, you misunderstand, Xiao Li. I'm just so happy."
Liang Bowen now needed something from Li Xiaoqiang; how could he dare say no? Someone with ability is indeed arrogant. Before, would Li Xiaoqiang, a student, dare to talk to him, a principal, like this?
Liang Bowen quickly pulled Li Xiaoqiang to the living room, personally served him tea, even offered to peel an apple for Li Xiaoqiang, and sighed, "Xiao Li, you're not bad. I didn't expect Jinnan University to have such talent. Although we no longer assign jobs upon graduation, I will personally introduce you to a big hospital. Just a word from me, and I can assure you, Xiao Li, your future will certainly be smooth sailing, on the fast track to success."
Li Xiaoqiang smiled and said, "Then, I should thank Principal Liang in advance."
Liang Bowen waved off the gratitude, "The debt of gratitude I owe you is too great to repay in a lifetime. This is but a trivial matter. My wife will be discharged from the hospital in a couple of days, and she insists on cooking to thank you personally."
Li Xiaoqiang didn't put on airs and said with a smile, "Then I must eat a lot when the time comes. Auntie's cooking must be very good."
Liang Bowen invited Li Xiaoqiang to stay for dinner. Despite Li Xiaoqiang's repeated attempts to decline, he did not manage to leave.
At the dinner table.
Liang Bowen spoke of the reason why Liang Yunyun's legs were paralyzed, his expression growing dim. He took a deep breath and said, "When Yunyun was in high school, she fell for a local thug. As a parent, who wants their child to have an early romance, let alone with a thug?"
"After Yunyun found out what I had done, she had a huge argument with me. Teenagers are rebellious, I understand that, but what I didn't expect was that she would steal my money and plan to run away with that boy. When I found out, I stopped them at the airport and gave Yunyun several slaps right there and then, and had that boy chased out of Jinnan City by my men."
"Once we got home, Yunyun actually bought several types of poison, wanting to commit suicide. Alas, she didn't know how much that would break her parents' hearts. Her mother and I stayed by her sickbed for three whole days and nights without closing our eyes once."
"Actually, as parents, no matter how mischievous, naughty, or incompetent our children are, they are always the apple of our eye. Now I only wish for Yunyun to walk like a normal person, date, study, sing!"
Listening to Liang Bowen's words, Li Xiaoqiang couldn't help but think of his own damn deadbeat dad, who was probably dead by now.
There was also his mother, who had been the most beautiful woman in the village in her youth, who had aged beyond her years because she had to raise him and his brother and take care of their over eighty-year-old grandfather.
She willingly worked like an ox; she gave selflessly, dedicating her best years to that heartless scoundrel of a man.
Li Xiaoqiang felt that in this lifetime, he would only bow his head in two situations, the first when lighting a cigarette, and the second before that kind-hearted woman.
Soon after, Li Xiaoqiang bid farewell to Liang Bowen, glanced at his cheap knockoff phone—it was a little after two in the afternoon. Li Xiaoqiang declined Liang Bowen's offer to drive him and walked back to the school, letting the walk bring thoughts of his distant mother, indulging grandfather, and his brother with a temper as stubborn as an ox.
Li Xiaoqiang, with his head down and a cigarette in his mouth, thought of many things.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone, dropping several high school math textbooks on the ground. Li Xiaoqiang quickly looked up, realizing the person he had encountered was none other than his dream goddess, Su Xiaoya.
Li Xiaoqiang hurriedly bent down to pick up the books, apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Su Xiaoya replied softly, "It's okay."
As they both stood up, Su Xiaoya stared at Li Xiaoqiang. Her eyes were watery, she nodded with a faint smile, a smile that could bring disaster to a country, like the crystal-clear and endlessly fascinating blossoms of spring, momentarily dazzling Li Xiaoqiang.
Her aura was so naturally intertwined with the surrounding environment, her beauty beyond words.
Su Xiaoya's surprised voice sounded, "Is it you?"
Li Xiaoqiang hadn't expected Su Xiaoya to remember him. His mind was in disarray, but his consciousness quickly reminded him to stay calm in front of a beautiful woman and not to embarrass himself.
Li Xiaoqiang said with a slight smile, "Ha, Su beautiful lady, hello. You're quite the celebrity at Jinnan University. I'm happy to meet you; my name is Li Xiaoqiang."
Su Xiaoya smiled indifferently, for such compliments she had grown numb to hearing. She replied neither arrogantly nor humbly, "I know you. You once said in class, 'Everyone has a grave in their heart, where they bury the ones they've deeply loved.' Very classic. Anyway, I need to go give a student an extra lesson. I'll be late otherwise. Bye-bye."
After speaking, Su Xiaoya jogged along the park road, her steps light, truly the image of a graceful beauty in the wind!
Li Xiaoqiang took a deep breath. Interacting with such a top-notch beauty felt like facing a fierce tiger, so nerve-wracking, clearly not a job for the ordinary.
Li Xiaoqiang continued his walk when a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a black leather jacket ran past him.
Li Xiaoqiang glanced sideways, as he noticed a strong aura of impending doom about the man.
Li Xiaoqiang didn't pay it much mind; after all, he wasn't a living Bodhisattva. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he recognized the man from somewhere.
Li Xiaoqiang had just walked a dozen steps when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body shaking!
Li Xiaoqiang felt an intense rush of anxiety, his eyebrows furrowing, "Is it him?"
"Damn it!"
With that, Li Xiaoqiang turned and started chasing after the middle-aged man!