"What should we do?" Xia Yue said with a worried heart: "The Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony is about to begin in one day. With you in this condition, how can you compete in martial arts with others?"
Xu Ming indifferently said: "If we can’t compete, then we won’t. Health is the most important. What we should be concerned about right now is not the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, but Ling Cheng’s injuries."
Ling Chen looked at his own legs, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes shining with a Mo Che-like glint.
"I must participate in this Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony."
"No way!" Qiu Yong imdiately refused: "How can you participate looking like this? Do you really want to end up with a lifelong disability?"
Ling Chen shook his head, with a determined tone: "Big brother, I know you are worried about my injuries. However, now that we’re here, we can’t just drop out halfway. That would only turn us into a laughing stock in the eyes of others." As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for others to respond, Ling Chen continued: "My current injury should be temporary, not yet severe enough to cause paralysis. Eight younger brother, go get a set of silver needles, I’ll try to stimulate my legs using the Acupuncture Technique."
"Alright." Wei Jiahao agreed, and imdiately set about doing as asked. Soon after, he brought over a set of silver needles to Ling Chen.
Half an hour passed.
Thud, thud, thud!
A clear knocking sounded.
The door opened, and Zhu Xiaozhu ca in carrying a dicine chest. Looking at Ling Chen who appeared in front of her, she asked, "Did I disturb your rest?"
Ling Chen smiled and replied: "I’ve been up for a while."
"How’s the recovery from your injury?" Zhu Xiaozhu’s bright, beautiful eyes were filled with concern.
"Much better." As he spoke, Ling Chen hopped around on the spot and said with a smile: "See, I told you, didn’t I? It’s all good after a night’s sleep."
Seeing his unruffled deanor, Zhu Xiaozhu was greatly relieved. She had been worried about Ling Chen’s injuries the prior night, and did not sleep well. As soon as it was light, she hurried over to find Ling Chen, wanting to know how he was.
"It’s good that you’re alright, let help you change the ointnt."
"No need to bother, I’ve already changed it." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yong’s voice ca from inside the room: "Ling Cheng, who’s there?"
Zhu Xiaozhu glanced at Ling Chen’s back, nodded lightly, and said: "Alright then, I won’t disturb you. You rest more and take care of your health."
"I will."
After sending Zhu Xiaozhu away, Ling Chen closed the door. As soon as he did, he leaned against the wall, his face twisted in pain, sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Ling Cheng!"
Yuan Yun and Xia Yue hurriedly ran over, supporting Ling Chen’s arms, easing the weight on his legs, and moved him back to lying down on the bed.
"What am I to do with you..." Seeing Ling Chen endure the tornt of pain, Xia Yue shook her head helplessly, admonishing: "You’ve obviously been seriously injured, yet you insist on putting up a front. Do you care that much about her feelings?"
"I owe her too much, I don’t want to make her worried." After a pause, Ling Chen changed the subject, smiled lopsidedly, and said: "Sister Five, didn’t you also see? After the acupuncture just now, my legs have gone back to normal. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m still waiting to properly take care of Yi Shuiyan."
Qiu Yong nodded and said: "Okay then, as long as you feel there’s no problem, that’s fine. I’ll have Sister Five stay and take care of you. If you need help with sothing, just give us a shout."
"You just lie there, I’ll go get you breakfast."
After speaking, Xia Yue left the room with Qiu Yong and others.
Once everyone had left, Ling Chen lay alone on the bed, the smile on his face gradually fading. He was very clear about his own condition. Last night’s accident clearly injured the nerves in his spine, otherwise he wouldn’t have experienced this kind of situation.
The reason he was able to regain sensation earlier was because he stimulated several unconventional points with the Acupuncture Technique, forcibly restoring his legs. However, doing so ca with severe consequences. If those points were stimulated for a long ti, it might very well lead to actual paralysis.
Two days...
Ling Chen muttered to himself, as long as he persisted for two more days, it would be fine once he finished handling the affairs.
At this mont.
Miss Zhu, carrying a dicine box, returned to the outside of her room.
Just as she was about to enter, suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded near her ears, approaching from afar. Zhu Xiaozhu turned her head to look, only to see a young man, handso and with an extraordinary temperant, walking towards her.
The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with handso features, eyebrows sharp as swords and eyes bright as stars, with a standard height of one ter seventy-eight, hair cut evenly across his forehead, wearing a sunny smile on his face, exuding an energetic aura.
"Xiaozhu."
The young man greeted Zhu Xiaozhu with a smile.
Zhu Xiaozhu responded politely, "Mr. Han, hello."
"Xiaozhu, there’s no need to be so formal, just call Han Yu, you don’t need to add ’Mr.’ in front," said Han Yu, glancing at the dicine box in Zhu Xiaozhu’s hands, he asked, "Where did you just go? I was looking for you to have breakfast together but you weren’t in your room."
"A friend got injured, I went to help take a look," Zhu Xiaozhu said indifferently.
"Your friend? Introduce soday."
"We’ll see if there’s a chance, Han..." Zhu Xiaozhu initially wanted to say Mr. Han, but after a mont’s thought, she instead said, "Han Yu, if there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my room."
"Don’t go!" Han Yu spoke up, "Xiaozhu, your Master introduced us, hoping we could get to know each other better. The weather is nice today, how about we take a walk on the deck?"
Zhu Xiaozhu hesitated for a mont then declined politely, "I’m sorry, I didn’t rest well last night and would like to catch up on so sleep. We can chat another ti."
Having said that, before Han Yu could respond, Zhu Xiaozhu had already pushed the door and entered her room.
Having been turned down by Zhu Xiaozhu, Han Yu appeared sowhat dejected.
Last night, through the introduction by Shi Su, when he first laid eyes on Zhu Xiaozhu, he was taken aback by her beauty. This woman, gentle as water, completely captivated him, rendering him helplessly smitten.
He made up his mind then and there that he had to win over this woman by any ans necessary.
As he watched the tightly closed door, Han Yu stood at the doorstep for a mont before he had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
Just then, a young man walked towards him in the corridor.
Seeing the other person, Han Yu’s gaze slightly narrowed, revealing a sharp edge.
"Yi Shuiyan, long ti no see."
"Han Yu, your room doesn’t seem to be on this floor."
"That’s none of your business."
Yi Shuiyan was indifferent to Han Yu’s tone, his eyes briefly swept over the room number beside Han Yu and the corner of his mouth imdiately curved into an amused smile.
"If I rember correctly, this room is occupied by Ms. Shi’s disciple, Miss Zhu. Do you have an interest in her?"
Han Yu responded unceremoniously, "That’s my business, mind your own."
"I didn’t an anything by it, just a word of caution. If you have designs on Miss Zhu, you’d better give up sooner rather than later to avoid bringing trouble upon yourself."
Hearing this, Han Yu imdiately asked, "What do you an?"
"Just now when I went out, I happened to see Miss Zhu enter a man’s room."
"A man?" Han Yu’s expression changed, his gaze turning cold in an instant, as he pressed, "Which man?"
User Comments
0 comments from readers