Xie Ling had a serious expression on her face, and she pricked Wei Xiuchu's legs with one silver needle after another, turning them into hedgehogs.
Wei Xiuchu had never seen this kind of treatment before and was a little curious.
Xie Ling said calmly: "Tell me if you feel anything."
Wei Xiuchu nodded.
The face behind the mask showed a lonely smile.
His legs probably won't feel anything anymore...
In the first few years after he became disabled, he tried almost everything, but nothing worked.
But seeing the boy's serious look, Wei Xiuchu didn't want to discourage him, so he said gently, "Okay."
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Xiuchu's legs were already covered with densely packed silver needles, glowing coldly in the sunlight.
A thin layer of sweat covered Xie Ling's forehead.
Acupuncture looks simple, but it is actually very difficult and requires a lot of effort.
It is necessary to accurately detect every nerve and acupoint, and the location should not be too deep or too shallow.
If the needle is inserted incorrectly, the originally sensitive nerves may be destroyed, and all the previous efforts will be wasted.
So Xie Ling was very careful. She first looked for the right position and the right depth before slowly going in.
The sun is setting.
Before I knew it, several hours had passed.
Xie Ling kept squatting on the ground, as if she didn't feel tired at all.
Wei Xiuchu felt a little embarrassed and patted Xie Ling on the shoulder. "Kid, how about trying again tomorrow? I'm afraid you'll be tired."
Xie Ling shook her head, frowned, and said coldly: "Don't bother me, I'm not tired."
Wei Xiuchu just shut up.
Another half hour passed.
The setting sun completely covered the entire courtyard.
The winter day was silent, with only the rustling of the dead branches overhead making an echo.
Xie Ling observed for a while and then dropped the needle.
Right at this moment.
Wei Xiuchu's eyes suddenly widened, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, "An Ning, An Ning... I feel it!"
Wei Xiuchu's legs have been without feeling for more than ten years.
That subtle pain was strange yet familiar, as if a thread was infinitely magnified, gradually spreading throughout his body and gathering in his heart, making his heart beat faster and faster, more and more violently.
He almost cried for joy.
"Really! I really feel it!"
Xie Ling also curved her eyes and said happily: "Okay, uncle, as long as you feel it, I can cure it."
Wei Xiuchu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Really?"
Xie Ling nodded.
His tone was serious, "Trust me. But this process may be a bit long, maybe two years, maybe three, four years, the key is recovery."
After Xie Ling finished speaking, she continued to prick her right leg.
The one I felt just now was my left leg.
It's much easier this time.
Based on the venous flow, Xie Ling easily found the nerve that was not completely necrotic.
The right leg is in much better condition than the left leg, and there are actually three nerves still intact.
As long as she has one, she can cure it.
What Xie Ling fears most is that everything will die.
After removing the needles one by one, Xie Ling was already sweating profusely.
When I looked up, I saw that Wei Xiuchu's eyes were deep, and I didn't know what he was thinking.
Xie Ling stretched out her hand and waved it, "Uncle, what's wrong? Are you too excited?"
Wei Xiuchu took a deep breath and said slowly: "I'm sorry, kid, I don't want to treat it."
Xie Ling's eyes widened. "Why? Are you afraid of bothering me? No need to bother. Your legs are also a good experiment for me. This is a win-win situation. You don't have to worry."
Wei Xiuchu shook his head, "No."
The tone was difficult, "It was me."
Xie Ling was puzzled.
Why would someone who has been disabled for more than ten years not want to stand up again?
Wei Xiuchu looked at the dead tree and smiled sadly, "My legs are broken, but at least I can comfort myself. Those years, I had no choice, so the pain would be much less.
But if my legs were healed and I became a normal person, how would I face the time I had wasted? My pain, regret, resentment, and hatred would be useless.
"Let this leg remain disabled. Even if the leg is disabled, my heart is still alive. If the leg is healed, then my heart will be dead."
Xie Ling didn't understand what the uncle said and didn't know what he had been through.
But she could guess that it must be very, very painful.
She murmured, "Perhaps you can try to change it? Your disabled legs are God's will, so isn't it God's will that I heal you? This is a chance God has given you to make up for the regrets of the past."
Wei Xiuchu was shocked by Xie Ling's words.
He murmured, "God's will?"
After a while, he smiled desperately again.
"Never mind. I don't have the courage."
Xie Ling sighed, "Uncle, think about it carefully. I'll give you three days."
"My Lord, My Lord!"
Just as Xie Ling finished speaking, an extremely anxious voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, and the door of Prince Yong's Mansion was knocked hard.
Wei Xiuchu had a bad feeling in his heart.
Xie Ling quickly ran forward and opened the door.
There was a guard standing outside the door. Without even looking at Xie Ling, he ran over in two steps, suddenly knelt on the ground, and spoke in a sad tone.
"Your Majesty, the princess is critically ill. The imperial physician said she can only survive until the evening hour at most. His Majesty has specially ordered me to come and announce her death!"
Wei Xiuchu felt as if the entire sky had collapsed and was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He didn't even notice his nails digging into his flesh.
It was not until Xie Ling saw the flowing blood and patted his body that he gradually came back to his senses.
The pair of eyes hidden behind the mask were frighteningly red, filled with murderous intent and rage.
The guards were shocked. For a moment, they seemed to see again His Royal Highness Prince Yong, who was once a powerful figure on the battlefield.
It’s just that the prince should be sad about the passing of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Why did he see a fleeting hint of murderous intent in the prince’s eyes?
Wei Xiuchu loosened his palm.
He thought that Linglong was his child after all, and he would not harm her.
But I didn’t expect…
Why had he misjudged a person for so many years?
Wei Xiuchu felt very heartbroken.
It was as if someone was holding him tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Xie Ling's voice was cold and clear, yet it had the power to soothe people.
"Your Highness, I will follow you into the palace. There is still half an incense stick of time until the evening hour. Maybe I can save her!"
Upon hearing this, the guard looked up in disbelief at the young man standing next to the prince.
Although his facial features are ordinary, his words are powerful and have an inexplicable convincing power.
Wei Xiuchu's voice was hoarse, "Okay. But you don't have to feel too burdened. The princess' illness has been going on for a long time and cannot be cured. I will escort you away safely."
Without further ado, the guards hurried to prepare the carriage, and the three of them rushed to the imperial city at lightning speed.
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