Chapter Nineteen: How about it, grandson, stand up and walk?
The cook didn't feel anything was wrong at all. He put his hands on his chest very reverently, bent down to face Wen Yang, and said straightforwardly, "This morning, the old man gave an order that when you see Miss Wen in the future, you must call her 'Mrs. Feng', otherwise
We will cancel our year-end bonus."
For the year-end bonus, he said "Mrs. Feng" sincerely.
Besides, as a chef, your duty is to prepare delicious meals for your master, so what does it matter who the hostess is?
As long as the money is in place.
After the cook finished speaking, the old man looked at Feng Lingche with a smile, "Xiao Che, get married first and then build a career. A small benefactor, everyone has a beautiful waist... Ah, beauty has great abilities. You must cherish it and don't miss it."
Feng Lingche nodded when he heard this. He seemed to be in a good mood. He usually skipped breakfast, but this time for the first time, he picked up the toast that Wen Yang picked just now and said something. I don't know if he was praising the bread or agreeing with the old man's words.
The answer was, "Not bad."
Although Wen Yang's face turned red when he was called "Mrs. Feng", he remembered that he would eventually marry Feng Lingche, so he lowered his head and ate quietly without talking.
After dinner, the old man suggested, "My dear grandson, since your little benefactor promised to help you heal your leg, why don't you let her take a look now?"
In fact, he had selfish motives when he said this.
The sooner Feng Lingche recovers from health, the sooner he can hold his great-grandson, hehe~
Wen Yang was very satisfied with the meal and was in a good mood. She wiped her mouth and responded to the old man with a smile, "Okay, the leg disease has been delayed for a long time, which is not good for recovery."
It's a good time to check the specific symptoms and prepare medicinal materials in advance.
Wen Yang thought it was very simple, but when Feng Lingche heard it, it had another meaning.
… Is she so impatient to cure her disability so that she can detoxify and leave as soon as possible?
When Wen Yang approached Feng Lingche, she found that his face turned gloomy again, and he was more resentful than the Evil Sword Immortal. When his dark eyes fell on her, he seemed to be looking through her from head to toe, and couldn't help but feel confused.
What's going on??
Weren't you in a good mood just now?
She squatted in front of Feng Lingche, lifting up his trousers while taking care of the Buddha's emotions, and suddenly she felt quite stressed.
But when he saw Feng Lingche's thin but powerful legs, he suddenly let out a strange sigh.
Generally, patients with long-term lower limb paralysis will have varying degrees of leg atrophy, or even compression ulcers. This Buddha’s legs must have been well maintained!
Through the cold white skin, you can still vaguely see a few protruding veins, with clear and graceful curves.
Where does it look like a disabled person should look like?
She resisted the urge to touch it, tapped a point, raised her head, and asked, "Do you feel anything here?"
Feng Lingche lowered his eyelids and saw her staring at his legs with bright eyes. A trace of pleasure slowly smoothed his frown, "No."
The little girl checked very carefully, not missing any acupoint, including the pain, temperature, and touch pressure sensations.
Feng Lingche took the trouble to answer, "No pain, no feeling, no consciousness."
The questions Wen Yang asked were similar to those asked by doctors during physical examinations in previous years. Every piece of information pointed to the same answer. Feng Lingche had heard it countless times, and his mental acceptance ability had long been honed to perfection.
But the old man became more and more chilled as he listened, fearing that Wen Yang would regretfully tell him that his legs were hopeless in the next second.
Just when everyone gave up hope, Wen Yang suddenly stopped and stood up. His spiritual power surged around his body. He took out sixteen medicinal talismans from his arms, poured his spiritual power into them, and quickly hit Feng Lingche's leg.
As the medicinal talisman infused with spiritual power was attached to the legs, starting from the soles of the feet, a very slight numbness spread along the meridians. Although the feeling was not too strong, Feng Lingche still felt it.
Sweat broke out on Wen Yang's forehead, but his hands did not stop, urging his spiritual power to roam through every necrotic meridians and nerves in Feng Lingche's legs.
Anywhere you travel will feel numb, and some places will feel swollen and sore.
During this period, no one dared to disturb Wen Yang from casting spells.
Even she herself had not slept all night, and had used up most of her spiritual energy. Her body was close to overdraft and she could hardly stand, but she still insisted on opening up every acupuncture point before stopping.
"How are you now?" Wen Yang smiled and frowned, and her whole body was as red as a ripe shrimp, but she was afraid that the table would be burned and she couldn't afford to pay for it, so she held on and did not dare to help.
Feng Lingche's expression was a little complicated. This was the first time since he was 9 years old that he felt sensation in his legs again. Although he couldn't stand up yet, compared to before, it was of great significance.
His eyes were fixed on Wen Yang's face as pale as snow, and he felt an incomprehensible mood. After an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his cold hand and grasped her hot palm.
Just like when we first met.
Only this time, it was him who came to save her.
"...Thank you." Feng Lingche's voice was low, but Wen Yang heard it clearly.
She enjoyed the comfort of Xuan Binghan's body repairing her meridians, and a faint smile appeared on her lips, "It's too early to thank me now. When you are completely cured, you can think about how to repay me!"
The old man didn't know what was going on at the side. When Wen Yang stopped his hand, he quickly walked over and asked, "How are you, dear grandson, stand up and walk around?"
Feng Lingche: "..."
"I just have some consciousness, but I can't stand up yet," Wen Yang explained. "But at present, the situation is relatively optimistic. According to insurance, he should be fully recovered within three months."
This is also thanks to Feng Lingche's years of rehabilitation treatment, which can greatly reduce the recovery time.
"Three months!!!" The old man thought he had lost his hearing. "Did I hear that right, old man? Are you sure it's three months?!"
Not three years? Not thirty years?
The cook next to him pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes, old man, you heard it right, it's three months."
"Lucky star! Come here, carve a stone statue for your little benefactor! Old man, I want to hang it at the door of the villa!" the old man shouted towards the door.
Wen Yang: "???"
I thought the old man was joking, but unexpectedly, within two minutes, the maid really came in with the architect and the sculptor...
Feng Lingche's lips curled up slightly, ignoring the old man's crazy behavior.
He said to Wen Yang, "I'm going to work."
Just as he was about to let go of his hand, Wen Yang tightened it and asked Feng Lingche for his opinion, "Can I take your car and go out together? Some medicinal materials cannot be purchased and need to be purchased from special places."
Naturally, Feng Lingche would not refuse this reason.
So the two of them left the villa with the old man excitedly discussing how to make the statue bigger and better.
…
Feng Family Group.
Lin Yan was holding a large pile of information in her hands and was about to go to the top floor.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he met Jiang Ci.