Seeing Wang Yucui's sowhat strange expression, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but feel a sudden jolt in his heart, and his brows wrinkled slightly.
They were all neighbors, and he knew Wang Yucui wasn't a petty person; she usually treated him with respect. Why would she now say such unwelcoming words?
Could it be... that Li Erng's family encountered so kind of trouble?
"How can you speak this way? Zhenfei is like a brother, when did he beco an outsider?"
Li Erng was a rough man. Hearing his wife speak this way, he felt embarrassed in front of Ling Zhenfei. He imdiately scolded his wife in a stern voice, "Besides, your nephew's issue, it's not that I don't want to help, but we really can't. Look at our family now, we're so poor we're about to pawn our pants, where would we get the money to lend?"
"No money to lend, no money to lend, all you ever say is no money to lend."
Wang Yucui was usually gentle, but at this mont, feeling anger burning inside, she exploded like a burst balloon at Li Erng's words: "How do you know your brother isn't here to borrow money? If he ca to ask for money, would you lend it?"
"You!"
Li Erng's temper was bad to begin with. With his wife talking back to him, the fire in his heart flared up imdiately. He reached out his hand, ready to hit her.
"Brother ng Zi, don't get rough!"
Ling Zhenfei had listened for a mont and had figured out the crux of their argunt. It seed Wang Yucui thought he had co to borrow money from Li Erng.
"Sister Yucui, don't worry, I didn't co to borrow money from Brother ng Zi."
Pulling Li Erng aside, Ling Zhenfei smiled gently at Wang Yucui before asking Li Erng, "Brother ng Zi, is your family having so kind of difficulty?"
"This..." Li Erng, being a rough guy, turned red at the question from Ling Zhenfei and couldn't answer for a while.
Finally, he could only sigh and wave his hand: "Zhenfei, don't worry about for now, just tell what you ca to see about."
Seeing he couldn't get an answer from him, Ling Zhenfei turned to ask Wang Yucui, "Sister Yucui, tell , what exactly is going on that you ntioned earlier?"
"Ah, Brother Afei, don't bla for my poor attitude just now, it's just that... I've been overwheld lately!"
Seeing Ling Zhenfei's constant gentle deanor, Wang Yucui felt guilty about her attitude earlier and explained in a low voice: "My elder brother's child was recently diagnosed with leukemia and sent to the city hospital. Just the surgery costs over half a million. My brother's family has scrounged together, but they're still twenty thousand short. Unfortunately, our family is poor, and we really don't have the money."
That's what it was!
Ling Zhenfei finally understood. No wonder Li Erng and his wife were so down; they were worried about their nephew's treatnt!
"Yucui, this is a family matter, why are you talking about it outside?"
As Wang Yucui was speaking, Li Erng glared at her before turning to Ling Zhenfei and saying, "Zhenfei, don't mind her, won just talk too much. Let's talk about what you ca to see for today."
"Brother ng Zi, what I ca to see you for is not urgent."
Ling Zhenfei stopped Li Erng from speaking and solemnly said to the couple, "Brother ng Zi, Sister Yucui, this twenty thousand isn't a big deal; I can lend it to you."
"What, Zhenfei, you want to lend us money? Where do you get that kind of money?"
Hearing that Ling Zhenfei had offered to lend them money, both Li Erng and Wang Yucui were astonished, barely believing their ears.
"Brother ng Zi, don't ask where I got the money from, it's definitely not stolen or robbed."
Ling Zhenfei responded with a calm and composed expression, then worriedly asked Wang Yucui, "Sister Yucui, to treat leukemia with Western dicine, a stem cell transplant, or bone marrow transplant is needed. Have you found a matching donor?"
Upon confirming Ling Zhenfei's genuine intention to lend them money, Wang Yucui felt she was getting excited.
Now, hearing this, her elegant eyebrows furrowed, and she shook her head worriedly: "All the family mbers have been tested, but none match. The doctor said, even if we gather the fifty thousand for treatnt, we still can't perform the surgery without a match..."
Hearing this, Ling Zhenfei also furrowed his brows deeply and lowered his head as if he was in deep thought.
"Zhenfei..." Li Erng, a straightforward and loyal man, always regarded Ling Zhenfei as a brother and didn't want to make things difficult for him.
He was about to speak when he saw Ling Zhenfei suddenly raise his head and say, "Brother ng Zi, Sister Yucui, it's getting late, don't think too much tonight. Rest well.
Tomorrow morning, we'll go to the city hospital together. I have a way to cure your nephew's illness, and it won't cost you a single cent in dical fees!"
What, Ling Zhenfei said he could cure their nephew's illness?
Both Li Erng and Wang Yucui were stunned.
They had watched Ling Zhenfei grow up and didn't know he was skilled in dical arts!
Hearing him suddenly saying he could treat the illness was as absurd as a fantasy to Li Erng.
Besides, his nephew had leukemia! Ling Zhenfei not only claid he could cure it but also said it wouldn't cost a penny!
Was that even possible?
Though Li Erng found Ling Zhenfei's words unbelievable, he trusted his character, knowing he never lied, and had to harbor so doubts yet tentative belief.
The couple agreed to go with Ling Zhenfei to the city hospital the next morning.
After dinner, Ling Zhenfei returned ho, locked his door, and began to ditate, letting his Divine Sense enter the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow space.
The Marrow Space was full of spiritual energy. Since receiving the inheritance from the dical God, Ling Zhenfei had imrsed himself in the space to cultivate whenever he had free ti.
Although the cultivation ti was short, he could clearly feel his Inner Strength gradually increasing. Compared to the True Yuan he drew into his body through martial arts practice, it was much purer.
The reason Ling Zhenfei confidently promised to treat Li Erng's nephew's leukemia was because he had morized the "Immortal Herbs Farming and dical Classic."
The "Immortal Herbs Farming and dical Classic" was an unparalleled dical text containing nurous treatnts for severe illnesses. It detailed a thod for treating leukemia by using acupuncture along with traditional Chinese dicinal herbs, eliminating the need for stem cell transplants.
However, the classic set extrely high standards for the practitioner's acupuncture skills.
First, the doctor must master Inner Strength, and their Inner Strength must be profound enough to channel it into the needles to stimulate the patient's affected nerves.
To cure a leukemia patient, beyond requiring the doctor's substantial Inner Strength, another crucial factor was the necessity for an exceptionally calm mindset.
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