After a while, Yang Cuihua came over with a basket of seasonal vegetables. She glanced at Lu Fan with a blushing face, and then she was busy cooking and washing vegetables. She was neat and tidy, and she was definitely a good hand.
There was a ready-made pot in the yard, and Lu Fan stewed the wild carp. The rich aroma filled the air, making people salivate.
Yang Cuihua steamed wild duck egg stew on the stove in the house, boiled eggplant and potatoes underneath, and made duck egg sauce. Together with the dried tofu rolled with green onions bought by Lu Yuhan, and a bag of white wine, the dinner was quite sumptuous.
The Lu family has not been so lively for a long time, and the dinner table is full of laughter and joy.
Yang Cuihua picked out the thorns from the fish, put it in Li Xia's bowl, and said considerately: "Aunt, eat more fish to replenish your body. Your illness may be better soon."
Li Xia smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I have been paralyzed for several years, and that's it. Fortunately, my son has recovered, and I am already very content."
Lu Fan said solemnly: "Mom, I can cure your illness, don't worry, I can make you stand up again and return to normal."
Li Xia obviously didn't believe her son's words, "You're talking nonsense. You're not a doctor, how can you cure my leg?"
In order to make his mother believe that he could cure diseases, Lu Fan had to lie, "Really, I have been a fool for more than a year. Every day in my dreams, there is an old god who teaches me medical skills and claims to be Taishang Laojun. I have already
I’ve almost learned enough.”
Such a statement made the parents look at each other, a little confused, and felt that their son was a bit delusional, which was puzzling.
Li Xia thought to herself that she was half-dead anyway, and it was no big deal if her son was willing to treat her. A dead horse could be treated as a living horse, so she readily agreed. As for whether she could be cured or not, it didn't matter.
After eating, Lu Fan opened the quilt and looked at his mother's almost skinny legs. He was so distressed that he almost shed tears. He tried his best to keep his emotions stable and encouraged himself secretly. I must cure my mother and let her stand.
stand up.
Now that he has obtained the Dragon King Art, as Lu Fan performs his exercises, ethereal spiritual energy emerges from his body, condenses on his palms, and moves slowly on his mother's legs, resolving stagnant blood vessels and repairing damaged nerves.
Not long after, Lu Fan started to sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that his mother had been paralyzed for too long and needed a lot of spiritual energy.
And he had just received the Dragon King Art inheritance not long ago, so his skills were not very deep, so he could only persevere with all his strength.
A quarter of an hour later, Lu Yuhan shouted in surprise: "Look, my mother can move her feet."
At the same time, Lu Fan ended the treatment and asked his mother to tentatively lift her feet and slowly contract them.
Li Xia actually did it, and she obviously improved a lot. The family was extremely happy, and felt that Lu Fan was simply amazing.
Of course, the mother has not fully recovered yet. According to Lu Fan, it will take some time. With daily massage and Chinese medicine treatment, she can naturally recover as before.
After witnessing Lu Fan's miraculous medical skills, both her family members and Yang Cuihua felt that Li Xia would definitely be cured by Lu Fan, and it was only a matter of time.
It was getting late, Yang Cuihua came out from the Lu family, and Yu Han was busy boiling water for her mother to wash her feet, so she asked her brother to take Sister Cuihua home. After all, it was very dark outside.
In the yard, a man and woman came to the low wall separating the two houses. Yang Cuihua whispered: "I didn't expect that your medical skills are so good. My sister also has something wrong. Can you treat me too?"
Lu Fan didn't think too much and readily agreed. After all, God-given Dragon King Art gave him superb medical skills, so it was natural for him to treat illnesses and save people.
What's more, Sister Cuihua has always taken good care of him and his family, just like family members. Now that he is sick, he will naturally do his best and repay the kindness.
The low wall was less than one meter high. Lu Fan stepped over first, followed by Yang Cuihua, but she missed the step and almost fell down. Lu Fan quickly supported her, but accidentally hit something, which made him slowly shrink his hand and his face became furious.
Red.
Lu Fan was afraid that Sister Cuihua would blame him, so he hurriedly explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
Instead of blaming him, Yang Cuihua laughed and said angrily: "Bad guy, he pretends to be serious during the day, but his true colors are revealed at night."
He was really misunderstood by Sister Cuihua. Lu Fan said anxiously and incoherently, "No...it's really not what you think."
"Idiot, I'm teasing you. I know you don't have so many bad intentions. Come into the house quickly."
Although it is an old house, the interior is very warmly decorated, and there are wild flowers in the vases on the cabinet, exuding a light fragrance.
Lu Fan asked in confusion, "Sister Cuihua, what's wrong with you?"
A blush appeared on Yang Cuihua's face, she lowered her head, and said a little shyly: "Recently, my lower abdomen has always been hurting like it's falling. It's very uncomfortable. I don't know what's going on."
Lu Fan grabbed Sister Cuihua's wrist, put his finger on the pulse, diagnosed and treated it like an old Chinese doctor, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"You have blood stasis and accumulation of cold and dampness. I can cure it. Just pull down your pants slightly and expose your belly."
"Okay." Yang Cuihua trusted him a hundred times and immediately lay down and did as he was told.
Lu Fan blushed again and did not dare to look. He turned his head away, gathered spiritual energy in his palms, placed it on the affected area, and injected warm breath to remove blood stasis and stagnation.
After a while, Yang Cuihua kept saying that she felt comfortable. As fine beads of sweat oozed from her skin, the pain that had been bothering her for many days disappeared, and her limbs felt warm and comfortable.
The stasis was unobstructed, which meant that Sister Cuihua's illness was cured. Lu Fan took his hand back and said, "That's it. I will treat you once a week from now on. After three times, the root will be removed. You will never do it again."
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"What's the cause?" Yang Cuihua asked in confusion.
"The yin and yang are not in harmony, it's just that the time has been too long..."
At this point, Lu Fan hurriedly stopped, feeling that something was wrong, saying this in front of the widow.
Sure enough, Yang Cuihua got strong strength from nowhere and pulled him over.
"No, Sister Cuihua can't... please let me go quickly." Lu Fan panicked and wanted to break away, but he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of hurting Sister Cuihua. He was very anxious and didn't know what to do.
It's good.
At the critical moment, he heard a sound coming from outside and hurriedly said: "Someone jumped over the wall and came in. Let go quickly. It will be bad if someone sees you."
Yang Cuihua obviously didn't believe it, thinking it was Lu Fan's little trick again, and snorted: "You dare to lie to me, you brat. I'll let you play it this afternoon. You can't run away this time."
Suddenly, the door of the room was kicked open, causing her to scream. She quickly let go of Lu Fan and sat up quickly.
Two men broke in. They had tattoos on their arms, and they didn't look like good people.