The traditional Chinese medicine doctor tentatively pressed on Chen Huai'an's leg muscles, "Does it hurt here?"
"It doesn't hurt," Shen Huai'an answered truthfully.
The old Chinese medicine doctor intensified his efforts and asked again, "How about this?"
Shen Huai'an remained calm and said indifferently, "It doesn't hurt at all."
The old Chinese medicine doctor took out his acupuncture kit. He opened the kit and found a whole set of needles inside. He took out a thin, long needle and inserted it into Shen Huai'an's calf. His technique was so fast that Shen Huai'an didn't even have time to react.
"It's okay, there's definitely hope for your leg. Although you don't feel much sensation normally, I believe that with a few more acupuncture sessions and some massage, it should get much better."
The old Chinese medicine doctor frowned, took a needle, and precisely inserted it into Shen Huai'an's leg. He kept twisting the needle back and forth, and Shen Huai'an felt the pain.
But he could only pretend nothing was wrong and endure it. He gritted his teeth and looked up at Qin Zhihao, who had a sly smile on his face.
This bastard is clearly here to mess with him.
Lin Wanxing couldn't help but frown as he watched his second brother's leg being covered in needles; even he felt a pang of pain just looking at it.
"Second brother, does it hurt?"
He asked Shen Huai'an with concern, "That old Chinese medicine doctor didn't just put the needle in and call it a day. He twisted the needle repeatedly, and it was terrifying to watch. I really don't know if it hurts."
Shen Huai'an was in so much pain he could hardly bear it, but he glanced at Lin Wanxing and then smiled calmly, saying, "It doesn't hurt at all, Xingxing, don't worry."
Qin Zhihao looked at the old Chinese medicine doctor's technique, took a step back, and looked on with disbelief. "I heard that this kind of technique of repeatedly twisting the needle back and forth is actually very painful. Doesn't this hurt you?"
"If all else fails, sir, why don't you try using a needle knife on my friend? I've heard it's effective..." Qin Zhihao said, fanning the flames from the side. He just wanted to take this opportunity to mess with Shen Huai'an.
The pain of needle knife therapy is unbearable for most people; it must feel incredibly intense. Qin Zhihao glanced at Xiao Xingxing, who was standing around Shen Huai'an looking like she was about to cry, and felt sorry for her.
Chen Er deceived her so much, he should have just stopped while he was ahead. Her leg had healed after all these years, why did he have to deceive the innocent Xingxing?
Shen Huai'an gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and clenched his fists, saying, "It's okay, I don't need acupuncture on my leg."
Lin Wanxing only hoped that her second brother's leg would get better. No matter what, as long as her second brother's leg got better, that would be enough. That way, her second brother would no longer be ridiculed. It was enough that he, the little fool, was ridiculed. Her second brother was a prodigy, a business legend, and he should not be mocked by others.
Lin Wanxing looked at the beads of sweat on Shen Huai'an's forehead and asked...
"Second brother, why are you sweating on your forehead?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Shen Huai'an raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He smiled and appeared perfectly normal, which secretly pleased Qin Zhihao.
Shen Er, I never thought you'd fall into my hands one day.
Qin Zhihao almost burst out laughing. No matter how painful it was, he had to endure it. Poor Shen Er.
"Maybe your second brother is just hot. The weather's been acting strange lately, going from hot to cold all the time. Look how hot he is. Go wipe his sweat off." Qin Zhihao said gloatingly.
Lin Wanxing took it seriously and immediately took out a tissue to wipe the sweat off Chen Er's face.
Finally, the old Chinese medicine doctor put away his needles. "This leg of his, I think..."
The old Chinese medicine doctor hesitated, probably sensing something was amiss. Lin Wanxing grew anxious, fearing it meant something bad.
"Can my second brother's leg be cured?" Lin Wanxing asked impatiently.
The old Chinese medicine doctor nodded, "It can be cured, only his leg."
"Sir, are you alright?" Shen Huai'an interrupted the old Chinese medicine doctor in time. He looked up at Lin Wanxing. The patient's leg was obviously fine, but the boy next to him didn't seem to know that his leg was healed.
Moreover, when they arrived, the old Chinese medicine doctor saw that he was limping and using a cane, walking with great difficulty. His injured leg seemed unable to exert any force.
The old Chinese medicine doctor asked, "Who is he to you?"
Shen Huai'an replied, "My love."
"Your husband's leg will definitely get better. Just give him regular massages or let him exercise. You don't need to worry so much."
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor did not explicitly say that Shen Huai'an's leg was healed, because Qin Zhihao had told him about the patient's problem before he came. His leg was almost healed, but the car accident caused him a little psychological trauma, so he always thought that his leg was not healed.
Even traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are helpless in this situation; you'd need to see a psychologist.
Qin Zhihao had instructed us not to directly reveal this matter, as it would upset the patient.
After the old Chinese medicine doctor finished administering acupuncture, Shen Huai'an breathed a sigh of relief. The old doctor didn't expose him, and at the same time, he was finally free from all this suffering.
"Second brother, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?" Lin Wanxing squatted down and carefully straightened his pants. He looked up and asked with expectant eyes.
Seeing how much Xingxing cared about him, Shen Huai'an felt it was all worthwhile; he absolutely couldn't let more people know about his leg.
"It's okay, Xingxing, I'm fine." Shen Huai'an helped Xingxing stand up little by little.
The Shen family is so quiet; they must be brewing something big.
Last time, Shim Taemin made it so obvious, but I managed to dodge it. I wonder what tricks he'll have up his sleeve next time.
He pretended to be lame so that Shen Taimin and the old lady would lower their guard.
Before leaving, the old Chinese medicine doctor instructed Shen Huai'an to exercise more in his spare time and to get massages regularly.
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