"My legs moved! My legs moved! My legs really moved!"
To lift one’s legs is an ordinary task for most people, but at that mont, Chen Ming, sitting in the wheelchair, found he could move his legs and imdiately shouted out with excitent, seeming sowhat out of control emotionally.
"Second Young Master! This is wonderful! This is wonderful!"
The elderly butler, dressed in a black and white uniform, was equally moved at the sight, and Wang Zhifan could even see tears streaming down the old man’s face before Chen Ming, who was in the wheelchair.
"Everyone, calm down! The effects of this elixir should not stop here! Wait a bit longer! Don’t move your legs recklessly! You might strain the muscles!"
Among the three present, Wang Zhifan was the calst. He had long predicted the effects of the Celestial Essence Elixir, so when he saw signs that his predictions were becoming reality, he imdiately cautioned them not to be overly excited to prevent anything bad from happening in their mont of joy.
"Fan! Really! The dicine just now really worked! I can now feel my body below my chest!"
In the wheelchair, Chen Ming, though advised by Wang Zhifan, couldn’t calm down because he was so overjoyed. For soone who had been paraplegic and in a wheelchair for years, being able to sense and control the long-lost parts of his body was an imnse happiness!
"Take it easy! Don’t move recklessly! You can move however you want once your body fully recovers!"
Wang Zhifan, seeing the wheelchair-bound youth being a bit disobedient, imdiately exerted a little control over him, preventing him from recklessly using his newly reconnected limbs and causing unnecessary harm.
He did this not because he was very knowledgeable about dicine, but because he understood the principle of ’use it or lose it.’ Since Chen Ming’s lower body had been numb like a piece of wood for years, it was crucial to proceed slowly with rehabilitation and recovery now that there’s so initial improvent.
"Okay, Fan! No need to hold down like this! I’ve cald down! I’ll definitely take it slow!"
The wheelchair-bound youth, controlled by Wang Zhifan, soon called out sowhat helplessly.
Wang Zhifan, seeing that his emotions were not as abnormally excited as before, released him from his control, and after a short while, he said:
"Hmm, go slow now, take it as slow as possible, and try to stand up from the wheelchair."
He proposed this to understand the extent of the healing effect brought to Chen Ming by a single Celestial Essence Elixir. If Chen Ming could stand up now, or even get halfway up, it would be considered a dical miracle, and he wouldn’t need to increase the dication dose.
"I... I’ll try!"
Hearing Wang Zhifan say this, Chen Ming, who had just been relieved from control and was gradually calming down, was instantly excited again. But then he rembered Wang Zhifan’s advice, took a deep breath to calm his turbulent emotions, and began to slowly attempt to manipulate his legs and waist, trying to stand up from the wheelchair.
This action would be done in the blink of an eye for an ordinary person, but for Chen Ming, who had been paraplegic for years, it was incredibly difficult. He had to muster courage to even attempt this move, trying to recall distant mories of standing up from a chair while working hard to activate long-unused muscles in his legs and waist, endeavoring to achieve what could be compared to a dream for a paraplegic person.
Wang Zhifan and the old butler positioned themselves at front and back during this period, ready to ensure his safety and prevent him from falling from the wheelchair midway.
After a whole three minutes, when Chen Ming slowly and steadily supported himself up, using his hands to grip the wheelchair’s side handles for aid, successfully standing up with his own strength, tears began to stream down from his already tear-stained eyes, flowing like a burst dam as he cried out:
"I stood up... I stood up... I stood up..."
He repeated the sa sentence over and over, his voice not very loud, but the complex emotions contained within—the release from years of pent-up pain and tornt—made it difficult for those listening not to be moved.
"Mr. Butler, Ah Ming should still rest more for now. The dicine I gave him should have even more effects, so when you have ti, perhaps go to the hospital and check. Maybe the situation with leukemia might also see improvent."
At that mont, Wang Zhifan did not disrupt Chen Ming, who was engulfed in imnse happiness, and instead chose to speak with the weeping old butler beside him. He could see that the butler cared deeply for Chen Ming, so offering him so advice seed appropriate.
"Thank you, sir! We will never forget the help you’ve given Second Young Master! I’ll imdiately inform the Master and Madam, and they will..."
The old butler’s words were cut off by Wang Zhifan with a wave of his hand; he opened his mouth and said:
"There’s no rush, old butler, let’s talk about these things tomorrow... Once Ah Ming’s dication effects fully manifest, and his hospital examination results are confird, we can discuss other matters. Oh, I still have many things to deal with today, so please take care of Ah Ming for ."
Confirming that the Celestial Essence Elixir was effective for the paraplegic and leukemia-afflicted wheelchair-bound youth, Ah Ming, Wang Zhifan decisively took his leave from the mansion.
On one hand, he accomplished his purpose and wasn’t really going to stay and observe Chen Ming dically; on the other, he truly was quite busy at present, with a lot of things awaiting his attention.
Soon after, amidst thanks from the old butler and Chen Ming, Wang Zhifan left the wealthy neighborhood and returned to a large flat, rented residence just a few streets away, contemplating his next moves.
"The Celestial Essence Elixir seems to have a strong healing ability, allowing a paraplegic that modern dicine has no answer for to stand up within minutes... It’s probably going to have so effect on leukemia as well... Given this, raising a bit more money seems perfectly reasonable since the Chen Group has plenty of it..."
Frankly speaking, Wang Zhifan had chosen to forcefully administer the Celestial Essence Elixir to Chen Ming with a clear purpose of making money, a large amount of it. He didn’t see anything wrong with this behavior; exchanges of interests are always a normal thing.
"I can’t completely count on the Chen Family pouring gold coins... Let see if there’re any prices worth considering on the forum. If I can sell all the stuff I have, it might just be possible to amass millions, and by then, my villa will be secured."
What Wang Zhifan was most concerned about at the ti was buying his place to house the Profound Mysterious Secret Mansion, as this extraordinary-grade magical abode is crucial to his following cultivation plans, and it should not be taken lightly or delayed.
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