So Gu Jiaojiao asked repeatedly: "What did you feel? Did you feel anything in your legs? What kind of feeling was it?"

She was able to roughly judge the outcome based on the treatment methods and time in her previous life.

But she still mixed a little spiritual spring water into the medicine, so she really had no idea what stage of recovery Mu Ziquan's legs had entered.

Mu Ziquan's voice was filled with suppressed sobs: "It hurts, the soles of my feet hurt, and there's a sore feeling. My calves are also a little swollen, and at the same time, they're a little numb."

"This means that you can practice moving your feet tomorrow, and if you persist for another two months, you'll be able to walk almost normally."

"Auntie, am I... standing by myself, or am I relying on them for support?" Mu Ziquan asked uncertainly.

This was the first time in more than three years that he felt his legs were his own.

His legs have been disabled for more than three years, and he has long accepted his fate, feeling that even if he doesn't die, he is destined to be confined to a wheelchair.

He could never go back to the days of high spirits, even though Gu Jiaojiao had promised him that he could return to normal.

But he had never had much hope, but at this moment, he was full of infinite hope for the future.

"Mu Shan, Mu Wu, you can try to let go slowly." Gu Jiaojiao continued to give orders.

Mu Shan and Mu Wu are two rough men after all, and they especially listen to Gu Jiaojiao.

So as soon as she finished speaking, the two people let go at the same time. Fortunately, Mu Ziquan had feeling in his legs and was able to balance himself and not fall.

The two rough men even said with a smile: "Auntie, look, the young master is standing by himself."

Gu Jiaojiao kicked him without thinking and quickly went over to support Mu Ziquan.

He angrily lectured: "I told you to let go slowly. Who told you to let go so quickly? What if someone falls?"

"Don't be angry, auntie. It's okay. I'm used to these idiots being so reckless, so I won't fall."

Mu Ziquan rarely smiled. Although he was sweating profusely from the pain, he was extremely happy inside.

He was happy that he could stand up, and he was also happy that Gu Jiaojiao was worried about him. Although it was out of kindness as a doctor, he felt as happy as if he had eaten honey in his heart.

"Do you think your young master can stand up and no longer need my aunt, so he won't listen to me?"

"Aunt, we definitely don't mean that. Whatever we do, we are used to... speed." Mu Shan explained embarrassedly.

"As long as you order me around, no matter how long it takes, I will always listen to you." Mu Wu said seriously.

"I will always listen to my aunt. If I had both legs intact, I would be willing to run errands for her for the rest of my life."

Mu Ziquan said subconsciously, and he regretted it after saying it for the rest of his life. He wondered if his aunt would hate him.

Gu Jiaojiao didn't hear any difference in her life, she chuckled and teased.

"Tsk, tsk, look at you, you're usually so cold and inarticulate, but how come you're so smooth in flattering me?"

"I'm speaking the truth, I swear to God, I'm not flattering you." Mu Ziquan said, patting his chest.

“That’s all for today. Starting tomorrow, practice standing for forty minutes every morning and evening.

Once your legs are fully under the control of your brain, you can start walking.

You have to remember that rehabilitation is a very difficult process because the brain is not very sensitive to the pain in the legs.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to control. Every time I practice standing and moving, I have to go through great pain, but the progress is only a little bit.

Sometimes it even feels like there is no progress at all. The effort is huge, but the progress is very slow.

Some people may think it is a kind of torture. Sometimes people's mentality is most likely to collapse. It all depends on your willpower."

Gu Jiaojiao talked to distract Mu Ziquan. She supported him with one hand and let him stand independently for about twenty minutes.

"Oh, Mu Ziquan, you can even stand?" Li Xiaoliang asked loudly in surprise.

When he and his grandfather walked into the Mu family, he saw that the person who was supposed to be in a wheelchair was standing up. He was so shocked that he couldn't control his emotions.

"Standing up is not a big deal. In another month or two, he will be able to walk normally." Gu Jiaojiao said nonchalantly.

"You are a miracle doctor with superb medical skills. If my grandfather had met you earlier, he wouldn't have suffered so much."

"It's not too late now. As long as you pay me, I promise to cure my illness."

As Gu Jiaojiao spoke, she pinched her middle finger with her right thumb and waved it, looking like she was obsessed with money, which made Old Li laugh.

A smile flashed across his eyes. He didn't even feel the slightest bit annoyed by such pure love for money.

It suits him just fine to charge money for medical treatment. You have to know that his favors are more valuable than money.

The miracle doctor is the adopted sister of Old Man Han and his friends. It is impossible for her not to know her status, but she chooses money!

What Mr. Li didn't know was that Gu Jiaojiao was at the front line when she rescued Mr. Han. Seeing that scene, how could she bear to ask for money for treatment!

Later, they became sworn brothers and sisters. Until now, Gu Jiaojiao still feels that she has suffered a great loss.

When Mu Ziquan was taken to the hospital for treatment, although Mu Lao also followed Han Lao in calling her sister, Gu Jiaojiao still asked for the medical expenses.

So she didn't care how high Li Laoquan's status was. It was only natural to get money for treating illnesses.

Mr. Li is knowledgeable and experienced. Seeing Gu Jiaojiao's expression, which said, "I get paid for my treatment and I don't want to suffer any loss again," he said.

He laughed out loud, "Haha, Jiaojiao, if you can cure all my illnesses, how much do you want? Just tell me the number."

"Okay, okay. When the time comes, just let Mr. Li take care of it. Let's give you the acupuncture first." Gu Jiaojiao smiled as brightly as a blooming flower.

Mr. Li was not pretentious. He followed Mr. Mu into the guest room of the Mu family, took off his clothes and lay down.

"Oh, old leader, can you take off your clothes by yourself today?" He looked like a dead dog yesterday.

But Mr. Mu only dared to repeat the latter sentence in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud.

"Well, the miracle doctor's acupuncture skills are unmatched in the world. To be honest with you, old fellow, I slept through the night last night."

"So, your poison should be under control. Why did you look so sick when you just came in?"

Mr. Mu asked in a low voice. He guessed that Mr. Li didn't want others to know that his poison could be cured.

"I can't bring trouble to you and the miracle doctor. I'll have to change the place for acupuncture next time."

Gu Jiaojiao happened to hear what Mr. Li said when she came in. She handed a bottle of the latest pills to Mr. Li.

The voice said calmly, "Mr. Li, this is a new medicine that we've developed and improved. It can cure the poison in your body and is far more effective in treating heart disease than other drugs on the market."

Old Li stared at the medicine bottle in Gu Jiaojiao's hand, couldn't help licking his lips, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

"The antidote you developed was successful? Can it be mass-produced?" Mr. Li was so excited that he changed his address.