Lili told the group about Pan Wei's situation and observed their reactions.

The Yang family did not react.

Lili couldn't help but feel a little disappointed; it seemed that the Yang family and the Pan family didn't have much of a relationship.

He did offer a couple of comments about Gu Ziyi.

"Judging from this, although the Crown Prince is young, he is quite insightful."

Lili blinked. Although Grandpa Yang's words were complimentary, he didn't show any expression.

For some reason, Lili seemed to see a fleeting look of disgust in Grandpa Yang's eyes.

But he shouldn't have met Gu Ziyi before, so why would he feel disgusted by him?

Or is it... that this aversion is directed at the royal family?

After finishing their meal, Lili couldn't wait to help Yang Ji sit down so that Doctor Sikong could examine his legs.

Yang Ji's hand stopped on his trouser leg, hesitating slightly.

Can his leg really be cured?

Over the years, Yang Ji has encountered enough setbacks to make his life miserable, and each time he has only been met with disappointment.

And his ugly legs... are the shadow of his life, the thing he least wants to expose to others.

He tries hard to act like a normal person in front of others, unwilling to show his scars.

Lili waited quietly for a moment, and seeing that Yang Ji was still hesitating, she grabbed the trouser leg and pulled it up.

Yang Ji: "!!!" I'm not ready yet!

"Oh, what's there to prepare for? Grandpa, just remember this: the bigger the fish, the bigger the bones; the bigger the bones, the less meat; the less meat, the smaller the bones; the smaller the bones, the smaller the fish; therefore, the bigger the fish, the smaller the fish."

Everyone: ?

Yang Ji: ?

What does this have to do with you pulling up my trouser leg?

Also, what's going on here? How can the bigger the fish, the smaller the fish?

Lili scratched her head: "Hehe. It means, Grandpa Doctor, please take a look at my grandpa!"

Everyone: ………

Physician Sikong placed Yang Ji's legs on a low stool and examined them carefully.

Everyone held their breath.

The divine physician Sikong examined the patient again and again, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently.

Finally, Yang Ji was asked to extend his hand so that his pulse could be taken.

Physician Sikong closed his eyes and carefully felt Yang Ji's pulse.

"You have some basic strength. This injury was caused by a stick, right? Fortunately, you have a good foundation, so it didn't damage your core. However, the injury is too severe, and treatment alone cannot heal it."

Guo asked, "Does Physician Sikong mean that there is truly a cure?"

The divine physician, Sikong, shook his head.

The Yang family's hearts sank to the bottom once again.

"What...what does this mean?!"

The divine physician Sikong said, "Your injury has been delayed for too long, more than twenty years. The fundamental problem has never been properly resolved, and it is almost impossible to cure it completely. However, I can help you recover up to 80%."

The Yang family's hearts were in their throats again. Old Master Yang asked, "You mean, it can't be completely cured, but there's an 80% chance of recovery... so you'll be almost the same as a normal person?"

The divine physician Sikong nodded: "Theoretically speaking, apart from not being able to practice martial arts, this leg has basically no impact on daily life."

Overjoyed, Guo burst into tears: "Really!"

She wiped away her tears and shook Yang Ji's arm again: "Husband, did you hear that? Physician Sikong said it's okay!"

Yang Ji was stunned; this was the first time in all these years that he had heard such a definite answer.

He could hardly believe it.

Although it cannot be fully recovered, what Doctor Sikong said makes sense. It has been more than 20 years since it was cured. If it can be recovered to 80%, it is only thanks to the mercy of God!

Yang Ji was almost impatient to experience what it felt like for a normal person to walk.

He hadn't experienced that in over twenty years.

Grandpa Yang and Grandma Yang looked at each other speechlessly, tears welling up in their eyes.

However, even the renowned physician Sikong was not entirely confident that he could recover to 80%.

This is related to the medication he needs for treatment.

If he has all the herbs he wants, he is 90% confident that he can restore him to 80% of his original health.

However, many of the herbs he needed were unavailable here, so he had to find herbs with similar effects to substitute for them.

Naturally, the effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

According to the renowned physician Sikong, the actual recovery rate may only be 70%.

But Yang Ji was already quite satisfied: "Seventy percent is better than this!"

The flesh on Yang Ji's legs was actually quite grotesque, a result of the blows he received from the sticks he had been beaten with years ago.

It was a bloody mess, and it took a full year for some flesh to gradually recover, but it could only remain in this state forever.

Grandpa Yang looked guilty again.

Lili touched the hideous scar on her leg and sighed softly, "Grandpa, it must have hurt a lot."

Yang Ji was taken aback, then gave a relieved smile: "So many years have passed, what's there to feel pain about now?"

Lili fell silent. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like here when Yang Ji was beaten.

It must be very brutal.

"That's alright. I happen to have prepared some scar-removing and beautifying ointments, which are very effective at removing scars," said Physician Sikong calmly.

Lili blinked: "Grandpa Sikong, do you need a beauty treatment too?"

Physician Sikong touched his nose and coughed awkwardly: "Who hasn't been young? Besides, this ointment was very popular with the noble ladies in the palace back then. Traveling around the world also requires money. How can I earn money if I don't sell some things?"

Lili burst out laughing.

The divine physician Sikong then got back to the point: "Let me make this clear first, your leg can be cured, but it's complicated and the treatment will take a very long time, so you can't rush it."

Yang Ji agreed without hesitation: "I've waited for over twenty years, what else can't I wait for?"

Madam Guo nodded and said, "Don't worry, Physician Sikong, just give me your instructions and I will take good care of him."

Doctor Sikong nodded and asked Shen Jiahao to bring over the bag he had brought.

Physician Sikong was unsure of the extent of Yang Ji's injuries, so he didn't bring many medicines with him on this trip, but instead brought some herbal medicines.

Physician Sikong carefully selected thirteen medicinal herbs from the bag, then mixed them together and divided them into nine equal portions.

"This, the red silk grass, needs to be pounded into a paste. This, needs to be dried in the sun." Physician Sikong instructed her one by one, and Madam Guo listened very attentively.

"There are nine portions here. Take them three times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening. Put them in hot water and bring them to a boil. Remember, it must be hot water. Boil the water first and then add the medicine, otherwise the efficacy will be halved. After simmering for an hour, soak a cloth in the water, then wrap the leg with the cloth and apply it as a hot compress for an hour. When the cloth gets cold, you need to reheat it, so it's best to keep the medicine simmering on the stove."

"Yes, I remember!" Yang Ji nodded.

"Apply the medicine for these three days first. This medicine can improve blood circulation. Your legs have been dormant for too long, so we need to get the blood flowing before we can proceed with the next treatment."