Yang Jie noticed Jian Ai’s gaze and said calmly, “It’s been over two years. My injuries were very severe at that time, and the doctor said that there was no possibility of recovery.”
Li Mobai’s expression was gloomy. When he thought of the situation, he couldn’t help but clench his fists.
Jian Ai did not plan to pursue the details. Although Yang Jie’s reaction seemed to have accepted reality, this was not a reason for her to expose someone’s scar.
She immediately looked up at Chi Yang with a questioning look in her eyes.
Chi Yang understood Jian Ai’s meaning and immediately smiled and nodded.
Such a limp was easy for Lord Xiao Zhen.
Jian Ai thought so too. After all, Xiao Zhen even cured her mother’s cancer.
“Whether or not you believe it, I can treat your leg,” Jian Ai looked at Yang Jie and said with certainty and without hesitation.
Yang Jie was stunned. This girl said in the yard that she could treat his leg, but he thought she had said it in a moment of desperation to enter the martial arts school.
Now that they had reached a consensus and they both successfully entered the martial arts school, it was obvious that Jian Ai was not joking now that she said it again.
Yang Jie hesitated, not knowing how to respond to Jian Ai or if he should believe her.
Jian Ai knew it wouldn’t be convincing for a girl like her to say this. She blurted, “Don’t misunderstand. I won’t be treating you. It’s someone else.”
“If you can treat my father’s leg, I’ll agree to any condition.”
Before Yang Jie could say anything, a deep and powerful voice suddenly came from outside the main hall.
Everyone looked over and saw a tall and burly man quickly enter the main hall.
The man was about twenty-one years old. His name was Yang Xiaowen, and he was Yang Jie’s only son and the eldest senior brother of Longxing Martial Arts School.
Yang Xiaowen was tall. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and slightly tanned skin. His muscles were bulging, and he had the aura of a powerful man. He was worlds apart from his father, Yang Jie.
“Eldest Senior Brother, you’re back!”
When Li Mobai saw the person, he hurried forward. “Our martial arts school has two new disciples. It’s them!”
As he spoke, Li Mobai’s gaze landed on Jian Ai and Si Yuehan.
Yang Jie immediately introduced, “This is my son, Yang Xiaowen. He’s also your Eldest Senior Brother!”
When Jian Ai and Si Yuehan heard this, they stood up and nodded. Si Yuehan didn’t say much, so Jian Ai took the initiative to call out, “Eldest Senior Brother!”
Yang Xiaowen nodded slightly, but he was thinking about what he had heard outside the door. He couldn’t wait to ask, “Do you really have a way to treat my father’s leg?”
Jian Ai smiled and said confidently, “I have a way.”
Yang Xiaowen was delighted and said agitatedly, “As long as you can treat my father’s leg, I’ll agree to any condition.”
As a son, his father was naturally the most important.
As a martial artist, a pair of well-built legs was the same.
pared to Yang Xiaowen’s agitated reaction, Yang Jie was much calmer. Not that he did not believe Jian Ai’s words, but this leg had already been sentenced to death by the best doctor in China. He no longer held any hope.
Jian Ai explained nothing else. She knew that Master Yang was worried, so it was better to see for himself than to say anything else.
She only knew that the next time she came over, she would bring the person who would treat his leg along.
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