Uncle Lu’s perpetually furrowed brow finally relaxed, and he burst into hearty laughter, wiping away tears, unsure if they were from excitent or joy.
"This is killing ! Chen Baichuan actually got knocked out by you. It’s so funny, it makes my stomach hurt from laughing."
The Lu siblings were dumbstruck. Ever since their father got injured, they hadn’t seen him laugh for over a year, let alone laugh so loudly.
Lu Zhigang cald down after a while, looking ashad, and hugged Xu Xiangbei, saying, "Young brother, I’m truly ashad. You’ve shown how superficial I am. I’ve always heard that there’s always soone better, but I kept being stubborn. If you can heal my legs, my life will be yours from now on."
The most difficult illness to cure in this world is the illness of the heart, because it can’t be treated with dicine; a heart ailnt requires a redy for the heart.
If Lu Zhigang couldn’t have a more open mindset, even if his leg ridians were unblocked today, it wouldn’t do much good.
Since Lu Zhigang was already able to open up and willing to cooperate with the treatnt, Xu Xiangbei intended to press on and take it a step further.
"Uncle Lu, I assure you, not only can I heal your legs, but I can also double the power of your Lu Family Fist. If you diligently practice according to my thod, in less than half a year, you can defeat Chen Baichuan."
Lu Zhigang was so excited that his lips trembled, his voice quivering: "Really, young brother? I...I can’t kneel to you, Daan, Xiaoi, kneel for to thank our benefactor."
"That won’t do."
This ti, Xu Xiangbei was clever, quickly channeling inner strength into his hands, grabbing the arms of Lu Daan and Lu Xiaoi. No matter how hard the siblings tried, they couldn’t break free from Xu Xiangbei’s grip, let alone kneel.
"If you insist on kneeling, I won’t help treat your father’s legs."
Lu Xiaoi believed him and, with pitiful eyes, quickly waved her hands: "We won’t kneel, Dr. Xu, please don’t get angry."
Xu Xiangbei chuckled, seeing that Lu Xiaoi was a straightforward girl, easy to appease. With a slightly intimidating tone, he said, "I’m not angry. You and Lu Daan go outside first. I’m going to administer the needles. The process will be painful, and Uncle Lu might scream a bit, so don’t co in and disturb . Otherwise, it could affect my needling, and it’s very dangerous. Understood?"
The siblings exchanged a look and nodded knowingly.
Then Xu Xiangbei said to Lu Zhigang: "Uncle Lu, you must hold on. The needles I’m using are not ordinary. They condense qi into the needles. You need to cooperate with , guide my needle insertion, and channel the inner strength into your body. Don’t try to resist, let everything happen naturally."
Needling Lu Zhigang was completely different from treating ordinary people because Lu Zhigang had his own inner strength.
If not explained clearly and he wasn’t guided, his own true qi would resist Xu Xiangbei’s inner strength, not only failing to achieve a therapeutic effect, but potentially causing inner conflict.
After all, Lu Zhigang was a martial artist. When Xu Xiangbei administered the needle, despite the intense pain, he gritted his teeth without screaming once, and cooperatively guided Xu Xiangbei’s reverse-needle inner strength to unblock his ridians.
About half an hour later, Xu Xiangbei withdrew, his back soaked with sweat, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that despite the significant loss of inner strength in the treatnt, each ti it was exhausted, it would grow. He wouldn’t have known otherwise, and now he was shocked.
Lu Zhigang, on the other hand, was sweating as if he were floating in water, his clothes and bedding soaked, and although he looked pale and endured the pain, his eyes were exceptionally bright.
He lightly lifted his leg and felt a slight pain, which was due to muscle atrophy after not walking for over half a year.
He tried harder, lifting his legs off the bed and moving them to the floor. Once he could move, he started laughing heartily, a thunderous laugh that made the small house hum.
"Dr. Xu, you truly are a divine doctor; my legs can move again."
Outside, the two siblings rushed in, hugging their father, experiencing both sorrow and joy.
Lu Xiaoi rubbed away tears at the corner of her eyes, speaking in a buzzing voice, "I thought, Dad, you’d scream in pain. How co I’ve never heard you scream, and now your legs are fine?"
"Your father—am I soone who screams in pain? Silly child."
Seeing his sister in tears, Lu Daan reproached, "Sister, why are you crying? Dad didn’t die, so why are you crying?"
"I’ve hardly cried since I was young. The last ti was when my Ah Huang died. Now I’m so happy, yet here I am crying again."
Making this tomboy cry was no small feat. Xu Xiangbei beca interested in Ah Huang’s death, asking curiously, "Who is Ah Huang? Your friend?"
"Ah Huang was our big yellow dog."
Seeing the family laughing and crying together, Xu Xiangbei shook his head with sympathy and walked out of the room, leaving them with a mont to themselves.
He took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and puffed, gazing at the tall buildings of Earth Sea in the distance, standing majestically like giants, disdainfully glaring at the narrow alley.
A short, young man in a yellow jersey from the Brazilian team, with a pair of stinky shoes slung over his shoulder, humd a tune as he approached.
He looked at Xu Xiangbei standing at the doorway with a puzzled expression: "Who are you, standing at my door?"
The short young man looked a lot like Lu Daan, so even though Xu Xiangbei was eting him for the first ti, he easily guessed his identity: the soccer-playing Lu Daquan.
"I’m a friend of Lu Daan’s. You must be Lu Daquan, right?"
Lu Daquan’s hostile eyes softened: "Ah, a friend of Daan’s. I thought you were here to cause trouble for ."
Xu Xiangbei laughed; it seed Lu Daquan was a troublemaker, or else why would a stranger be mistaken for soone coming to make trouble?
"Daan, what are you doing?"
Supported by his children, Lu Zhigang, trembling, got off the bed and walked into the narrow corridor, almost bumping into the hurried Lu Daquan.
"Uncle, you’re up!"
Lu Daquan first greeted simply, then suddenly realized his uncle, bedridden for months due to a back injury, was now up.
He was overjoyed, almost pulling his still unsteady uncle off his feet.
Laughing, he said, "Uncle, you’re healed! It’s a miracle. Perhaps my prayer to Bodhisattva Guanyin for you yesterday worked its magic."
Lu Zhigang struggled to stabilize his wobbly body, pushed his nephew Lu Daquan away, and gave him a slap on the head: "Brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Dr. Xu healed , not your little prayer. Move aside and don’t ss around. I need to go for a walk. Half a year in bed, I’m almost forgetting how to walk."
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