Xie Yan inserted the needles very quickly, and in no time the man's body was covered with dense silver needles, like a hedgehog.
After the last injection, Xie Yan sat wearily on the stool, putting his cold hands into his pockets. His body was practically frozen solid.
Looking at his comrade who was riddled with needles, Zhang Cehan fought back tears and asked with a smile, "Fourth Brother, how are you feeling?"
The man called Fourth Brother forced a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace.
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was very hoarse, and his laughter sounded like the voice of an old witch from a horror story, making people's hair stand on end.
The man stopped laughing the moment he heard his own voice, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face.
Seeing this, Zhang Cehan quickly turned to look at Xie Yan, his eyes filled with expectation and worry, and anxiously asked, "Can his illness still be cured?"
Xie Yan nodded seriously and said, "There is a 70% chance of a cure."
This person suffered from severe cold entering the body, which blocked the blood vessels, causing poor blood circulation and resulting in paralysis in bed.
Only by expelling the cold from the blood vessels can the cold from other parts of the body be expelled.
What Old Liang said earlier was right. If someone had been able to expel the cold energy from this person back then, everything would have been fine long ago. But it's not too late now, there's still time. As long as the cold energy is expelled from the body and the body is properly nourished, everything should be fine.
But one can never be too sure of the outcome. Xie Yan is always cautious in his work, so he didn't make any promises he couldn't keep.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cehan's eyes lit up with hope. He stared intently at Xie Yan, his voice trembling as he asked, "Really?!"
When Xie Yan heard the deep breath, he looked down and saw that the man on the bed, who had been lifeless and seemed to have bowed to fate, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes, as dazzling as stars.
On the other side, Zhang Cehan was also holding Xie Yan's hand tightly, as if afraid that Xie Yan would fly away at any moment.
Xie Yan was "burned" by the two people's burning and expectant gazes, and said helplessly, "Didn't Elder Liang say before that forcing out the cold air would cure it?"
Zhang Cehan's voice trembled with excitement as she gripped the man's arm tightly on the bed, shouting like a child, "Fourth Brother, did you hear that?"
"Did you hear that? You can be cured!"
The man's eyes instantly welled up with tears. He could hardly believe his ears; his lips trembled, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can...can I really be cured?"
My thoughts drifted back to when the accident first happened, when the hospital's advice was to amputate the limb.
The doctor mentioned that if the cold toxins in his legs could be expelled, there was still a chance of recovery. Back then, he was young, arrogant, and overconfident, firmly believing his legs would heal. He thought that even if he couldn't find a doctor who could expel the cold toxins, his family would definitely help.
However, reality delivered a resounding slap in the face, which was extremely ironic.
He searched everywhere but could not find the doctor. His condition gradually worsened, and he eventually became completely paralyzed in bed.
His family initially had high hopes that he could stand up again, but eventually gave up on him when they saw that he was completely disabled.
In just one year, he fell from the heights to the depths of despair, experiencing firsthand the coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world.
Just when he had given up hope and was ready to die, he suddenly heard the news that he could be cured. How could he believe it?
He even wondered if this was a hallucination he was having before he died.
Looking at the vulnerability and confusion in the man's eyes, Xie Yan couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. She nodded firmly again, "Yes, you can cure him, but only if you cooperate with my treatment."
Liu Zhiyao, as if grasping at the last straw, nodded hastily and said eagerly, "I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate, I'll do whatever you ask."
He's already in this state, what can't he cooperate with?
Xie Yan looked at the fragile yet strong man before him and sighed softly. He glanced around and could tell that although the man lived in a villa, his life was not going well.
The room reeked of an unpleasant odor, and the blankets and sheets were covered in stains. Moreover, despite their long stay, not a single person had come to visit them.
Everything and everything conveyed the same message to him: the man in bed was not doing well.
Seeing that it was almost time, Xie Yan skillfully began to remove the needles.
As the needles were pulled out one by one, the coldness in Liu Zhiyao's body seemed to find an outlet and was brought out with it, causing the temperature in the room to drop several degrees instantly.
After Xie Yan finished the acupuncture, she earnestly said to Liu Zhiyao, "You'd better change to a room with a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed). Lying on a heated kang after the acupuncture will be good for your recovery."
Liu Zhiyao nodded quickly, his eyes filled with determination, "Don't worry, I'll change rooms later."
"Alright, I'll come to check on you every two days from now on. The cold toxins in your body can't be eliminated in just one or two sessions, so I'll prescribe you a medicinal bath later."
"But not now, your body is severely depleted. From now on, you need to eat properly and make sure your body gets the nutrients it needs," Xie Yan patiently instructed.
Liu Zhiyao nodded without hesitation, "Okay." As long as he could get better, things like moving to a room with a kang (heated brick bed) and eating properly were nothing to him.
He had remained silent and allowed his family to treat him however they pleased because he felt he had no future and was indifferent to everything.
But things are different now. He sees hope. As long as he recovers, he will be in charge of the family from now on.
Judging from his attitude just now, Xie Yan understood that this person was not as pitiful and helpless as he appeared, and he was no longer worried about his situation.
After administering the acupuncture, Xie Yan immediately took his leave. He just wanted to get back to his wife as soon as possible. His wife had just arrived in Beijing and was unfamiliar with the city; she must feel insecure. He wanted to spend more time with her.
Zhang Cehan understood what Liu Zhiyao was going to do next, and asked before leaving, "Do you need my help?"
A hint of stubbornness flashed in Liu Zhiyao's eyes as he shook his head and said, "No need, I'm not as useless as you think."
Zhang Cehan smiled and nodded, "Okay, as long as you know what I mean."
As the two walked out of the Liu family's small building, Zhang Cehan explained to Xie Yan with a smile, "Don't let that kid's current appearance fool you, he's actually quite capable."
After all, he was the eldest grandson whom the Liu family had raised with all their might. If it weren't for what happened later and he was abandoned by his family, he wouldn't be in such a pitiful state.
This guy used to be incredibly successful!
Xie Yan nodded; he could also tell that the last person exuded a powerful aura.
Zhang Cehan drove Xie Yan to her doorstep. As soon as Xie Yan got out of the car, she heard a lively commotion coming from next door.
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