Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
$u Yayan raised an eyebrow and confirmed, “So, your choice is…”
“If we can, we hope the sooner the better.”
“Alright, let’s start tonight then. You guys can handle your accommodation yourselves.”
Jiang Chengwang exclaimed, “Tonight?”
$u Yayan turned to look at him. “Why? Do you think it’s too rushed? Then should we delay it for a few more days?”
“No, no, no…” Jiang Chengwang hurriedly waved his hand,” I’m just worried that you haven’t made sufficient preparations. ”
His sister’s lower body was paralyzed. Could she be treated just by touching it a few times?
“What preparations do I need? Don’t tell me that I need to bathe and change my clothes before treating your sister’s illness? Where are all these rules coming from?”
Jiang Chengwang , “…” What kind of twisted logic is this? She feels even more unreliable after saying this.
$u Yayan didn’t care what he was thinking, She yelled at the door, “Uncle Zhang, help me bring the box over.”
“Okay.”
Uncle Zhang moved quickly and brought the box down for her.
Not only was Su Yayan’s acupuncture kit in the small box, but there were also tools such as smoked moxa massage tools.
“Tam… alittle.”
“Don’t be afraid. This needle looks scary, but it won’t hurt when I put it in.”
Jiang Qingrun forced a smile, but she still felt a little anxious in her heart. She could only try to divert her attention. “Can my legs really be treated?”
“Did you see Chenhuan when his leg was injured?”
“No, but I’ve heard of him. He—”
“He was about the same as you before. Now what?”
“He has recovered.”
“Yes, he has recovered. If he can recover, why can’t you?”
Jiang Qingrun was stunned as tears welled up in her eyes. It had been a few years, and her grandfather had never given up on finding someone to treat her leg, But those people said that her leg couldn’t be treated, and everyone.
But now, they were telling her that if others in the same predicament as her could recover. So, why couldn’t she?
Jiang Qingrun rubbed her head against the pillow to hide her tears. “Thank you, thank you…”
“You’d better tell me that in a few months.”
“Alright!” She had waited for a few years, but it was only a few months now. She could wait and hope..
