In the side yard of the Yang family's quadrangle, under an old locust tree, there was a little table and chairs made of jade stone, which made for a pleasant spot to cool off in the heat. The stone table even had a chessboard carved into it, evidently a place where the elder Mr. Yang entertained friends. Right now, under the locust tree, Tangyu, Yang Xiaoyu, and Feng Chen stood, with Feng Chen wearing a cold expression, but his eyes flickered with a fierceness that was intimidating.
"Tangyu, I, Feng Chen, have never begged anyone in my life. Today, I'm begging you to treat my dad's legs. As long as you can heal him, you can name any condition. I have immense respect for your principles and beliefs, but I ask that you make an exception this once," Feng Chen said with utmost earnestness and solemnity, but his tone carried an authoritative weight that was hard to resist.
