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"Besides..."

Zhou Liguang suddenly stopped speaking. He slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on his legs.

He suddenly gave a self-deprecating tug at the corners of his chapped lips, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace, his voice hoarse and heartbreaking.

"Dad, Mom... let me try anything, even if it's a last resort. Anyway, my legs can't get any worse than they are now... right?"

"My son."

Upon hearing these words, Liu Hongmei's mental defenses crumbled instantly.

She covered her mouth, trying her best not to burst into tears, but the tears flowed out like a flood.

Her blurred gaze was fixed on her son's increasingly sunken cheeks and his old military uniform, which looked empty and flimsy because of his thinness.

Liu Hongmei felt as if a rusty, dull knife was slowly grinding away at her flesh, cutting into her heart!

This pain has been present ever since the day her son was injured, following her like a shadow, and occasionally it suddenly worsens in the middle of the night, causing her excruciating pain.

More often than not, it's a deep-seated, helpless numbness!

"Treat her! Old Zhou! We have to treat her!" Liu Hongmei suddenly turned around, grabbed Zhou Zejun's arm, her nails digging into her husband's flesh, and cried hysterically, "As long as Li Guang is willing, we'll ask that girl to come! There's one important possibility, we must try!"

Her Li Guang was clearly a great hero who stood tall and protected his country. He should never have withered away in a wheelchair like a lump of mud, waiting to die!

Liu Hongmei forcefully wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand. Her eyes, which were originally filled with despair, were now ignited with a fierce fire of determination, her gaze so firm that it was frightening.

She gritted her teeth, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her bones, "I'll beg her, I'll kowtow to her, I'll kneel before her! As long as that girl can really cure Li Guang, I'm willing to do anything!"

That night, no one slept in the Zhou family's two-story house.

Zhou Liguang lay quietly on the bed. The early autumn moonlight pierced through the gap in the curtains, like a cold, sharp knife, slashing diagonally at his numb legs.

Whether it was psychological or the dampness of the night, those two broken legs, which had long been condemned to death, seemed to be throbbing with a dull ache in the bone crevices again.

His brows furrowed tightly. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and tried to concentrate all his thoughts on his toes, attempting to move them.

...still no response.

Like two heavy, dead, rotten pieces of wood.

Zhou Liguang slammed his fist on the bed in frustration, his chest heaving violently. In the darkness, his sharp, hawk-like eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

Even if there's only a one percent or one thousand chance, he'll definitely try!

If Zhou Liguang has to live the rest of his life like a cripple, needing help even to turn over, then he would rather die under that girl's scalpel!

……

Early the next morning.

Having not slept a wink all night, Liu Hongmei had deep bruises under her eyes, but she still splashed cold water on her face and tidied herself up.

When she arrived at the pharmacy, Liu Hongmei stopped, took a deep breath of the cold morning air to calm her wildly beating heart, and then stepped into the store.

"Qiao, Xin Xin..."

Behind the counter, Qiao Xinxin, wearing a white coat, was standing on tiptoe, neatly placing the last box of cough syrup on the glass shelf.

Hearing someone call her name, her soft, sweet voice answered crisply, "Coming, coming, just a moment."

Turning around, I saw Liu Hongmei standing three meters away from the counter.

Seeing her hesitant expression and bloodshot eyes, Qiao Xinxin's clear almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, and she understood—the Zhou family had made their decision.

"Aunt Liu!" Qiao Xinxin took two steps to greet her, her smile sweet and natural, as if she hadn't said those shocking words yesterday.

Upon hearing this warm greeting, Liu Hongmei's tense shoulders relaxed abruptly, her expression softened slightly, but her eyes involuntarily reddened.

She hurried forward, lowered her voice, and said with pleading and solemnity, "Xin Xin, our whole family... has thought it through! We're begging you to go and see Li Guang's leg! If you can cure him, you'll be a great benefactor to our Zhou family. Whatever you want, your aunt and Uncle Zhou will sell everything we own to give you!"

"When is a convenient time for you? Auntie won't let you be late for work!"

Qiao Xinxin wiped her hands with a clean cloth, thought for a moment, and then nodded decisively: "I have an hour and a half of lunch break today. Let's set it for noon. I'll go over first and get a feel for Comrade Zhou to see the situation."

"Oh! Great! That's fine! That's perfect!" Liu Hongmei nodded excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes. "When it's time, Auntie will come pick you up!"

"No need, Auntie," Qiao Xinxin waved her hand with a smile. "I can walk there myself after work. It's not far, so please don't bother coming back and forth."

Seeing that Qiao Xinxin was determined and had a strong sense of self, Liu Hongmei could no longer force her to dissuade her. She rushed home and told her husband and son the great news.

Upon hearing that Qiao Xinxin would be arriving at noon, how could the Zhou father and son remain seated?

Breakfast was laid out on the table, but no one could eat a single bite.

The usually composed Zhou Zejun paced back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back, his shoes making a creaking sound on the floor.

Zhou Liguang was unusually agitated, constantly pushing the wheels of his wheelchair around, making the elderly couple dizzy.

The wall clock ticks, "tick-tock, tick-tock..."

The hands moved slowly, and Zhou Liguang stared intently at the red second hand, feeling that never in his life had a day passed as agonizingly and endlessly as today!

"Ding-dong—!"

The doorbell rang sharply!

Zhou Zejun on the sofa suddenly straightened his back, and Zhou Liguang's fingers, which were pushing the wheelchair, suddenly stopped, and his knuckles turned white instantly.

The tension in the family of three was like a fully drawn bowstring, instantly taut!

"Coming, coming!" Liu Hongmei ran to open the door almost like she was sprinting 100 meters.

As soon as the door opened, standing outside was Qiao Xinxin, wearing a faded floral shirt and carrying a worn wooden medicine box.

The autumn sun shone on her fair and serene face. It was hard to associate her sweet and lovely face with the "miracle doctor who could bring the dead back to life."

"Quick, come in quickly..." Liu Hongmei hurriedly welcomed the person into the house.

Zhou Zejun sat on the sofa without moving, his sharp eyes, honed by battle, scrutinizing Qiao Xinxin from head to toe with undisguised scrutiny.

No matter how you look at it, she's just a delicate and frail little girl.

His heart was still filled with anxiety, like fifteen buckets hanging in the air.

But since he was an elder, he spoke politely: "Xin Xin is here. Have you had lunch? If not, I'll have your aunt go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of noodles."

"No need, thank you Uncle Zhou. I already had a bite at the state-run restaurant." Qiao Xinxin walked forward gracefully, placed the small first-aid kit steadily next to the coffee table, and shook her head with a smile to refuse.

She glanced around the room, where the atmosphere was so tense it felt almost frozen. A calmness beyond her years shone in her clear, dark eyes: "I'm here today mainly to examine Comrade Zhou Liguang's leg. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so let's skip the formalities and get started."

After saying that, she pulled over a round stool without any hesitation and sat down directly opposite Zhou Liguang's wheelchair.

Their eyes met.

Looking at the once-mighty special forces king, whose deep eyes now held a hint of curiosity and trepidation that even he himself was unaware of, Qiao Xinxin's lips curled into a reassuring smile.

"Comrade Zhou, don't be nervous. Extend your left hand first, and I'll take your pulse."

The voice was soft and sweet, yet it inexplicably carried a convincing power.

Zhou Liguang's Adam's apple bobbed, he nodded, silently rolled up his sleeves, and handed over his strong but somewhat pale wrist due to a long illness.

Qiao Xinxin lowered her eyes slightly, and her three slender, fair fingers accurately placed on his measuring tape.

With a slight sinking of the fingertips, I carefully felt the pulse.

A moment later, her delicate brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The pulse on the left cun position is deep, hesitant, and not smooth.

This is not only due to the complete destruction of the meridians in the legs, resulting in blood stasis and qi stagnation, but also because the injured person is depressed and the long-term illness has damaged their spirit!

To put it simply, his physical disability is one thing, but the "illness" in his heart is also draining him dry.

Qiao Xinxin withdrew her hand and ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Pull up your pants."