Qingying's daily task is to take good care of Meng Zhao. Meng Zhao has difficulty walking and cannot go anywhere else. The two of them usually stay in the Meng Mansion.

In the past, Meng Zhao would start lunch

after reading the account book. After lunch, he would take a nap. After waking up, Qingying would push him to go out to the yard to relax.

Generally, there is nothing else important, and every day passes like this.

After lunch today, Qingying made the bedding and was preparing to serve Meng Zhao for a nap.

At this time, Mrs. Meng brought an old man with a white beard over. It is said that this is a miracle doctor with superb medical skills. There are many strange and difficult diseases in the world, and other doctors are helpless, but after his treatment, they are all cured in the end.

The old doctor sat on a stool in front of the bed, closed his eyes, stroked his beard, and took Meng Zhao's pulse.

After taking the pulse, he lifted Meng Zhao's trouser legs and gently pressed Meng Zhao's calves and knee joints with his fingers.

He asked, "Mr. Meng, can you use some strength in your lower limbs on a daily basis?"

"No, the part below the knee joint cannot move on its own, but the thigh and upper limbs can use some strength." Meng Zhao answered truthfully.

The old doctor stroked his beard and said slowly, "Your leg injury is quite serious. Fortunately, it is a new injury. If it is an old injury from ten or eight years ago, the hope of cure is slim. I have a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, which is specially used to treat paralysis of the legs. It needs to be boiled and drunk every day, combined with acupuncture on specific acupoints. If you persist for three or two months, it can be completely cured."

When Mrs. Meng heard that Meng Zhao's leg could be cured, she was very excited. She hurriedly asked, "Doctor, what medicinal materials do you need for your secret recipe? Tell me, I will... I will send someone to find you right away. If you can cure my son's leg disease, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

The old doctor stroked his beard and replied calmly, "Madam, don't worry. Please listen to me slowly. The herbs in my ancestral secret recipe are not difficult to find. They are available in ordinary pharmacies. It just requires a special ingredient - thousand-year-old tiger bones. The tiger bones are ground into powder and boiled for an hour before the secret recipe will take effect. This thousand-year-old tiger bone is quite rare. Madam, you may have to spend some time looking for it."

"Thousand-year-old tiger bones?" Madam Meng muttered to herself, "Could it be the bones of a tiger that has lived for a thousand years?"

"That's right."

Madam Meng didn't believe that such a thing really existed. She said, "Doctor, are you kidding me? How can there be a tiger that has lived for a thousand years in this world?"

The old doctor stood up, stroking his beard. He looked at Madam Meng and said, "There are indeed tigers that have lived for a thousand years in this world, and these thousand-year-old tiger bones really exist. Madam, please send more people to inquire about it. If you find a thousand-year-old tiger bone, then send someone to invite me to treat it."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he walked out the door without waiting for Madam Meng to stay, and left on his own.

Meng Zhao and Qingying, who were standing aside, were also a little skeptical after hearing about this special medicine.

A tiger that has lived for a thousand years must have become a spirit. Is there really such a weird thing in the world?

Meng Zhao asked Mrs. Meng, "Mother, where did you find this doctor? Is he some charlatan who cheats people out of their money?"

Mrs. Meng explained, "I hired some well-informed people to find this old doctor. He lives in a small village at the foot of the Darong Mountain. Because of his great medical skills, he has cured many rare and difficult diseases and lived to be a hundred years old. Therefore, the local people called him the Centenarian Miracle Doctor. I sent people to the village where he lives to inquire about him. Later, the rumors were true. His medical skills were indeed amazing. Villagers within a ten-mile radius came to him for treatment, and all of them were cured. "

Mrs. Meng patted the back of Meng Zhao's hand and comforted him: "Maybe there really are thousand-year-old tiger bones in this world. Don't worry, Zhao'er, mother will definitely find the medicine to cure your leg disease and let you stand up again."

Meng Zhao is now more open-minded. He is no longer as self-destructive as he was before. If he really can't cure it, he will accept the result calmly.

In the past, Meng Zhao felt like a useless person who could not do anything. This boring life didn't have much meaning.

Later, when he met Qingying, Meng Zhao found that his boring life was slowly changing.

His dead and empty heart was slowly filled with that thin but strong back.