"Of course I remember!"

A look of pride appeared on Feng Guangrong's face.

However, upon considering his current situation, the pride that had just risen within him instantly turned into self-pity, "It's been so long, why are you bringing it up?"

"I have faith in your medical skills!"

Wang Qian truthfully replied, "My dad's leg was supposed to be amputated, but you saved it. Now he can walk, jump, and work. So no matter how much others don't believe you, I definitely believe you!"

"Such a thing is true?"

Gao Churou was also shocked and couldn't help but glance at Feng Guangrong again, "Is his medical skill really that good?"

Once the hospital confirms that amputation is necessary, the patient will basically spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair.

But in her memory, Wang Qian's father was no different from a normal person.

If Wang Qian wasn't lying, then Feng Guangrong's medical skills must be incredibly high, right?

Has she been wrong all along?

Was it Wang Qian and Feng Guangrong drinking together, with one of them taking a sip, just to fool her?

However, judging from their conversation, it doesn't seem like they're acting!

"Mr. Gao, please stop making fun of me!"

Feng Guangrong waved his hands repeatedly, "If my medical skills were that good, no one would be willing to come to me for treatment now."

“But wasn’t your reputation deliberately ruined?” Gao Churou said.

"The reason is no longer important!"

Feng Guangrong said self-deprecatingly, "Now everyone says I'm a quack doctor, a fraud. Your praise is no different from mockery to me."

"Sir, I didn't mean that, I just..."

Gao Churou wanted to explain, but for a moment she didn't know which words would be appropriate.

At this moment, Wang Qian said again, "Dr. Feng, I have a request!"

"Xiao Qian, if you really don't mind, please don't keep calling me 'Doctor'. Just call me 'Uncle Feng'."

Seeing Wang Qian's sincerity, Feng Guangrong said with a smile.

"Alright!"

Wang Qian did not resist and said, "Uncle Feng, I mentioned my father earlier because I wanted to ask you to take another look at him."

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Guangrong was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something and asked, "Is your dad's leg hurting again?"

"You know about this too?" Wang Qian asked, somewhat surprised.

As expected of a doctor, the other person guessed the illness almost perfectly before he even described it.

A while ago, he was in the potato and corn business, and his father helped him every day from dawn till dusk. His leg, which he had broken before, started hurting again.

If he hadn't seen his father, Wang Yuanguang, forcibly enduring the pain once in the factory, he wouldn't have known about this.

He had asked about this at the county hospital.

But the doctor there said he was talking nonsense.

Those doctors firmly believed that with a comminuted fracture, there was absolutely no way to save the leg except by amputation.

Since then, he has wanted to find some time to visit Feng Guangrong, but he has been too busy and has neglected this matter.

"Xiao Qian, do you really believe me?"

Feng Guangrong said with great interest, "You're a well-known rich man in our area now. Aren't you afraid people will gossip about you for asking me to treat your father?"

"Are you gossiping?"

Wang Qian's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a half-smile, "I'm just afraid people won't gossip."

"What's the meaning?"

Feng Guangrong and Gao Churou both looked puzzled.

Wang Qian turned to look at Feng Guangrong and said seriously, "Uncle Feng, I don't know if I can help you clear your name after Zhang Yunfu framed you, but I trust your medical skills. If possible, I would like to help you rebuild your reputation."

Feng Guangrong's body trembled, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the hope in his eyes was extinguished.

"Xiao Qian, I'm touched by your kind intentions, but you should know how everyone sees me now. Getting too close to me will only drag you down."

Upon hearing Feng Guangrong's words, Wang Qian's expression immediately became somewhat complicated.

Because even he had to admit that what Feng Guangrong said was true.

In their community, Feng Guangrong was a notorious quack and fraudster.

Anyone who gets too close to Feng Guangrong will be discriminated against, either because they think that person is crazy or because they are a fraud like Feng Guangrong.

His efforts to help Feng Guangrong rebuild his reputation were fraught with difficulties.

After much thought, he simply said, "Although I'm not absolutely certain, how will I know if it will work if I don't try?"

After a pause, he added, "Why don't you go straight to my house after you get back and help my dad take a look? We can talk about the rest later."

"If you really want me to help your dad get medical treatment, then come to my house first."

Feng Guangrong said, "I know your father's condition. I don't need to see him. I know what medicine to prescribe. Although no one has come to me for treatment for a long time, I still have a lot of medicine."

“Okay, then I’ll go to your house first.” Wang Qian readily agreed.

...

Half an hour later, Wang Qian drove Gao Churou's car to Feng Guangrong's house.

The house was very dilapidated, a wooden and tiled house, with holes everywhere, and several large holes in the roof. If it rained, it would definitely leak everywhere.

What saddened Wang Qian the most was that Feng Guangrong's kitchen was completely empty except for a few old bowls and chopsticks. There were no vegetables or fruits, and when he lifted the lid of the rice container, it was empty.

He couldn't imagine where the other person would find food after returning home if he hadn't come with Feng Guangrong to check on things.

Before returning from the county town, Feng Guangrong had already given him the only 1.5 yuan he had left.

I still owe him 50 cents.

"Xiao Qian, what are you doing?"

Seeing Wang Qian open the rice jar, Feng Guangrong hurriedly came over, snatched the lid, and hurriedly covered the rice jar with it. His old face was red as he said, "What are you looking at here for? Go sit over there!"

"good!"

Wang Qian didn't say anything, just responded and silently walked over and sat down.

Seeing this scene, Gao Churou felt inexplicably sad. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and her face was filled with sympathy and pity.

"Wait here, I'll prepare a dose of medicine and then we'll go."

Feng Guangrong gave a sullen smile and immediately went into the inner room.

After fiddling around for a while, he came out carrying a bag of Chinese medicine. "Let's go. Although the medicine is ready, I need to examine your father's leg myself and find out the specific situation before I can prescribe the correct dosage."

"Thank you for your help, Uncle Feng!"

Wang Qian nodded gratefully and gestured for Gao Churou to leave together.

"Uncle Feng, this is a small token of my appreciation, please accept it!"

After getting on the bus, Gao Churou took out a wad of cash from her bag and forcibly stuffed it into Feng Guangrong's hand.

It was all 100-yuan bills, about the thickness of a finger, and must have cost at least 5,000 yuan.

"Boss Gao, what are you doing?"

Feng Guangrong was instantly frightened. He stuffed the money back to Gao Churou while saying in a panic, "No, no, you mustn't do that."