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In a whitewashed ward at Donghua Hospital.
Youguang held her breath as she looked at the child on the hospital bed. He had bandages on multiple parts of his body and looked like a motionless mummy. He was awake.
The child’s dark eyes were open, staring numbly at the snow-white ceiling above him.
Outside the ward ca Liu Susu’s plaintive cries and Xie Haitang’s gentle comforting voice.
After a long ti, she said shakily:
"Wangyue, Sister is here to see you."
"Sorry I’m late."
She reached out, wanting to touch his head, but only dared to stop just above his head. She was afraid to touch him. He was covered in wounds.
At her words, the child on the bed finally stirred.
Slowly, and gradually, he turned his head towards her. There was finally so life in his eyes, but it was a deep, desperate sadness. It was so intense that it surged towards her like a dark cloud that would not disperse.
"It hurts, doesn’t it? I know. Little Wangyue must be in a lot of pain."
Her voice was soft and filled with love. It was like a soft veil brushing against the child’s heart that had beco frozen since the accident.
After a long ti, Shi Wangyue spoke.
"Sister, those doctors said I would never be able to walk again."
The little child didn’t cry after being injected with the anesthetic. Neither did he cry during the surgery. But after saying those words, the tears instantly gushed out, falling like beads from a broken string, instantly wetting the bedsheets.
However, his weak voice was clear and didn’t sound like he was crying.
"... Little Wangyue." The tears in Youguang’s eyes blurred her vision.
"Sister, that bad man..." The child trembled. Fear was emanating from his eyes and body. "He was going to stab Shi Tongyang with a knife, not . He cut because his sister suddenly called brother."
Youguang stopped breathing.
She did not expect to hear the real reason why the child in front of her was injured.
"None of them believed . They said it wasn’t like that, insisting it was my bad luck that the bad guys took a knife to ."
"Sister, is it really because I’m unlucky? But I clearly didn’t rember wrongly. That bad guy asked who Shi Jinrong’s son was before he took . Isn’t Shi Jinrong my second uncle?"
Youguang felt a little suffocated. Her chest hurt even more from the lack of oxygen.
If so...
She finally understood why the Big Boss had treated the Shi family that way in her previous life.
"Wangyue has a good mory. I know it. I know it. They don’t believe you. But I believe you."
"Grandpa gave Dad five per cent of the company’s shares. Mom said that these shares will be mine in the future. She even asked not to talk about this anymore..."
"Mom said these shares are worth a lot of money. Although I won’t be able to walk in the future, it doesn’t matter. I will have a lot of money. Not being able to walk will not affect my life." The child choked back his tears.
Youguang saw that the child’s pale face was finally looking more expressive. She could see confusion, fear, and helplessness. But in the end, those expressions all turned into a gloomy dead silence.
"Sister, I like money, but I like my legs better."
"... "
Youguang finally lost control and cried.
From her previous life to this one, she had never felt the weight of such overwhelming grief.
Her heart felt so cold. It was as if she was soaking in cold seawater and surrounded by great white sharks baring their sharp teeth. She felt imnsely cold and desperate.
In her previous life, when people talked about the disability of Big Boss, they would just casually talk about it without ntioning details.
It had never been revealed with such clarity and depth.
By that ti, he had already achieved success.
No one would pity him for the injuries he had suffered in the past. No one would think to pity him. He was too powerful. It was as if he could do anything.
No one could pity an omnipotent man.
For such people, scars were just dallions of their success. They didn’t need anyone to take pity on them.
But at this mont, she was reborn to face the injuries that the Big Boss had suffered and witness his pain.
Only then did she realize that if pain did not befall on one self, one would never be able to truly empathize.
As long as he was human, whether strong or weak, if he was still mortal, he would hurt when injured. He would also know to cry, grieve, fear and despair.
After a good cry, Youguang began to think about what she needed to do and what she could do for him now.
"You’ll recover. You will be able to walk again."
"Really?"
The kid’s dark eyes finally sparkled. Not so brightly, but bright enough to sustain him for the rest of his life.
At this mont, Youguang felt extrely fortunate that the person in front of her was still a six-year-old child. His trust in the world had not been completely shattered by reality.
"Yes, Little Wangyue knows right? My grandfather and uncles are very good doctors. I’ll make them work very hard to cure you."
And .
Youguang made a quiet promise to herself.
It wasn’t that she was arrogant. In the field of dicine, she was indeed talented.
In her previous life, although she was still very young when she died, her dical skills were indeed better than many doctors. She was even better than her grandfather, who was known as the "Holy Doctor of the Nation."
She had resolved many cases that even her Grandpa had difficulties fixing.
... .
The first thing she did after visiting the child was to look for her grandfather, Xia Rong, so that he could treat the child. The second thing she did was to ask him to teach her acupuncture. At the sa ti, she asked him to order a set of golden needles for her.
"I can order gold needles for you, but I can’t teach you acupuncture yet."
For the first ti, Xia Rong refused his granddaughter’s request.
In the past year or so, he had been teaching his granddaughter dical skills. The more he taught her, the more shocked he beca.
This child was really talented in Chinese dicine. Everything he taught her, she could pick them up in an instant.
Regarding this, he really hoped to teach this prodigy quickly. However, because the child was still young, he was not in a hurry to teach her everything all at once.
The teaching speed had always been maintained at a certain level. Of course, it was still shocking compared to the usual teaching progress.
He’d taught her Chinese dicine and how to read the pulse, but he hadn’t taught her acupuncture.
The child was still too young. Her hands were small and did not have enough strength.
Acupuncture could not be done without strength.
Moreover, if a Chinese doctor wanted to learn acupuncture, he had to start by finding acupuncture points on his body.
Only by pricking himself would he be able to better experience the effects of acupuncture. Without doing this he would not know the effects and sensation of various acupuncture thods on a person’s body.
For responsible Chinese dicine practitioners, they would only perform acupuncture on their patients after they had mastered the techniques on themselves.
One had to put thousands of needles on himself before graduating as a full-fledged physician. He could not bear to let her suffer like this.
This child had just made a trip to the hospital and ca back in a hurry, requesting to learn acupuncture from him.
Is this a joke?
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