"That's wonderful, Yuan'er, you can feel your legs again!" The Duchess cried tears of joy.
Song Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, beads of sweat sliding down her forehead and soaking into her clothes.
Looking at the Duchess's smile, she unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.
As long as they are conscious, at least there is still hope.
She didn't want Ling Yuan, a hero who served his country and people, to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. He should be able to fight on the battlefield and realize his ambitions.
After Song Zhiyu finished inserting the last silver needle, she felt a shadow fall over her, and the beads of sweat on her forehead were gently wiped away with a handkerchief.
Zhou Xingzhi squatted down and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, his expression meticulous and attentive.
He was standing quite close, and Song Zhiyu could clearly smell the faint scent of cedar on him, as if she were being enveloped in his embrace.
She could clearly feel the man's warm breath spraying on her neck, which tickled her and made her involuntarily shrink her neck.
"Don't move, it'll be done soon." Zhou Xingzhi's expression was focused, his tone low and gentle, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a faint smile mixed in with the man's clear voice.
"Miss Song, I apologize for my rudeness just now." Before Song Zhiyu could instinctively step back, Zhou Xingzhi stood up first and handed her the handkerchief in his hand.
"It's nothing." Song Zhiyu took the handkerchief, shook her head gently, and the heat on her face subsided slightly. She knew that Zhou Xingzhi meant well and didn't think much of it.
The others were so caught up in the joy that Ling Yuan's legs were saved that they didn't notice the change in the atmosphere between the two.
At this moment, the Duchess also calmed down, held Song Zhiyu's hand tightly, and her eyes were filled with hope. "Zhiyu, Yuan'er has regained feeling in his legs. Does that mean he has hope of standing up again?"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Song Zhiyu, their eyes filled with anticipation, holding their breath as if her next words could determine their life or death.
"I am 60% confident that I can cure Young Master Ling's leg." To be precise, it is close to 70%.
After all, Ling Yuan's leg injury had lasted for three years, and the treatment was extremely difficult; the slightest mistake could have the opposite effect.
But since she had agreed to the Duchess's request, she would do her best, which was her most basic principle as a doctor.
"Even a 60% chance is good, as long as there is hope." The Duchess's eyes reddened with excitement, and for the first time, she, who was always dignified and generous, lost her composure.
She thought she would never see Yuan'er's leg heal and return to the battlefield.
But fate was kind to her in the end, bringing Song Zhiyu to her and rekindling her hope.
The Duchess's eyes were overflowing with affection, her gratitude beyond words. "Zhiyu, thank you. You are a benefactor to our Duke's Mansion."
"Madam, you can thank me after I've healed Young Master Ling's leg." Song Zhiyu smiled gently, genuinely happy for the Duchess.
Ling Yuan also showed a long-lost smile, "Miss Song, if you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
His promise was worth its weight in gold. Regardless of whether Song Zhiyu cured him or not, he would do his best to help her as long as she asked. He kept his word.
*
Songyun Temple.
Seeing Shen Jinshu sitting quietly on the canopy bed, still looking remorseful and guilty, Shen Muxun and the other two couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Shen Mingyi gently comforted her, "Shu'er, don't take Jinxiu's matter to heart, it wasn't your fault."
Shu'er was kind-hearted. He was afraid that his aunt's words would affect her, so he blamed himself for everything.
“Although I knew nothing about what Jinxiu did, Miss Chu was still hurt because of me, and it even implicated the Marquis’s mansion, my father and brothers. I hate myself.” Shen Jinshu lowered her eyes, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.
She raised her head, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. "Third Brother, I want to mend the relationship between the Marquis's Mansion and the Chu Family."
"Miss Chu is the only daughter of Grand Tutor Chu. The fact that she has become like this is all because of Jinxiu."
Although this matter has nothing to do with you, Grand Tutor Chu will certainly hold a grudge against the Marquis's mansion and make things difficult for my father. The relationship between the two families will likely not be so easily repaired.
Shen Mingyi shook his head. He knew that Shu'er was worried about them being retaliated against by Grand Tutor Chu, which was why she wanted to repair the relationship between the Marquis's Mansion and the Chu family. But how easy was that?
Shen Jinshu bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time before tentatively saying, "What if we could cure Miss Chu?"
"It's no use. Grand Tutor Chu has searched for all the famous doctors in the land, but none of them can cure Miss Chu's mental retardation. Even I have no solution." Shen Muxun directly rejected Shen Jinshu's idea. If it were curable, Miss Chu would have been cured long ago.
Shen Mingyi gave a mocking smile. "Miss Chu is indeed a breakthrough for us to repair the relationship between our two families, but what Second Brother said is not without reason. Where are we going to find someone with superb medical skills who is confident in curing Miss Chu?"
The three of them lowered their heads and pondered for a long time, but still had no clue.
Shen Jinshu lowered her eyes to hide the fleeting sarcasm in them, and slowly said, "What if Second Sister is willing to help? She can even cure the Eldest Princess's illness, so perhaps she can cure Miss Chu's too."
“Song Zhiyu? How could she possibly be willing to help the Marquis’s mansion?” Shen Yanxi sneered, raising his voice.
Whenever Song Zhiyu is mentioned, Shen Yanxi reacts very strongly, like a lion whose tail has been stepped on, his eyes blazing with fire.
Shen Mingyi pressed down on Shen Yanxi's shoulder, forcing him to calm down. "I think Shu'er's suggestion is good."
He suddenly changed the subject, "But we can't be the ones to tell Miss Chu that Song Zhiyu should treat her."
Seeing the three of them staring at him curiously, Shen Mingyi smiled slightly, his mind full of calculations. "Song Zhiyu is ostensibly a member of the Marquis's household. Let her treat Miss Chu. If she recovers, the Marquis's household will also share the credit, and the relationship between the two families can be repaired."
If the illness can't be cured, the fault doesn't lie with the Marquis's mansion. After all, it wasn't us who asked Song Zhiyu to go for treatment.
Shen Yanxi slammed his hand on the table and burst into laughter, “This is a great idea! Regardless of whether Song Zhiyu cures the person or not, the responsibility does not lie with the Marquis’s mansion.”
If she truly has the ability to cure the person, then naturally everyone will be happy. If she doesn't, then it's not our fault.
“But she might not do what we say.” Shen Muxun felt that this idea was not good and had a vague unease in his heart.
Putting aside the fact that doing this is tantamount to pushing Song Zhiyu into a fire pit, leaving her to bear the wrath of the Chu family alone.
More importantly, Song Zhiyu was never an obedient person to begin with, and her personality is now so different from before that they can no longer control her.
"Don't worry, Second Brother, I have my own way." Shen Mingyi smiled mysteriously, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
The ending has already been arranged for her; she has no choice but to agree.
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