Chapter 501: Jing Yuanzhao’s Sharp Tongue

Chapter 501: Jing Yuanzhao's Sharp Tongue

A doctor was recommended by Zhang Nanshu's great-uncle.

The man was about fifty years old, with a dignified appearance and a long beard on his chin, giving him an aura of wisdom.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed like a capable physician.

"May I ask the doctor's name?" Yan Xin asked proactively.

"Lu Changhong."

"Thank you, Doctor." Yan Xin stepped aside.

Lu Changhong was a bone-setting specialist. He first helped Jing Yuanzhao sit up, examined his spine, and then checked his limbs.

"Is it due to an external injury or a brain injury?" he asked.

Yan Xin replied, "It was an external injury caused by explosives. He was in a coma for around four to five months. When he woke up, his legs had lost sensation. Recently, I've been giving him acupuncture, and he has a slight sense of cold and heat. That's all."

"I see that his tendons and bones are still active, but it seems the treatment was delayed. The liver controls the tendons, so we can use medication to strengthen the liver, supplemented by acupuncture," said Lu Changhong.

Yan Xin asked, "Where should the acupuncture be applied?"

"The Liver Meridian of Foot-Jueyin, which runs from the ankle up, passing one inch in front of the inner ankle," said Lu Changhong.

Yan Xin looked at him quietly. "Doctor, you're right, and it matches my diagnosis. Please try to help him."

Lu Changhong's diagnosis was affirmed, and his medical skills were recognized by Yan Xin. He appeared pleased and slightly smug.

Zhang Lingguang, Zhang Nanshu, and another fifty-year-old man accompanied them.

Seeing this, they had varied expressions.

"Nephew, am I not right? Doctor Lu is an expert in bone-setting," said the fifty-year-old man, who was Zhang Hai, the "good-for-nothing and greedy" great-uncle of Zhang Nanshu.

"Does he also understand internal medicine?" Zhang Lingguang asked.

Zhang Hai laughed. "Nephew, you're speaking like an outsider. Old doctors are general practitioners; they don't specialize."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Zhang Lingguang looked at him coldly, but his gaze lacked authority and had no deterrent effect.

Zhang Nanshu watched quietly.

"Once great-uncle dies, can we directly beat Zhang Hai to death? It was great-uncle who promoted my father, not him."

Yan Xin allowed Lu Changhong to begin treatment and asked the others to step out for a while.

"Doctor Lu, this is the Jing family's Great Young Marshal from Yicheng. If you can make him stand again, we will certainly offer generous rewards," Yan Xin said sincerely.

Lu Changhong's eyes flickered.

"It's my job to treat patients, Miss. No need to thank me. I will do my best," Lu Changhong said.

"I’m also in the medical field, and I really respect your opinions. His leg has to heal, so I appreciate your efforts." Yan Xin added.

Lu Changhong looked at her. "You’re studying medicine too? Who’s your mentor?"

"I come from a family of medicine, and my grandfather is Yan Wenliang." Yan Xin said.

Lu Changhong: "Not a local doctor, right?"

"From Yicheng City."

"Forgive me, Miss, for my lack of knowledge." Lu Changhong said.

Yan Xin cautiously asked him a few times. He wasn’t fully confident about Jing Yuanzhao’s leg, but he was willing to treat him over time for some benefits.

This acupuncture session lasted thirty minutes, after which Lu Changhong excused himself and left.

Zhang Lingguang saw off Lu and Zhang Hai, while Zhang Nanshu entered the bedroom.

"How is it?" she asked. "Any effect?"

Yan Xin: "He's a 'flashy miracle healer.'"

"What does that mean?"

"He’s quite the smooth talker. He speaks well during the diagnosis, but his needle technique isn’t proficient. In other words, he might be great at diagnosing, but with so many students, he doesn’t need to treat patients himself anymore, so his skills are a bit rusty." Yan Xin explained.

Zhang Nanshu: "I figured he was a fraud."

"Not quite." Yan Xin said, "But I’m curious about why he really came."

"Definitely for the benefits." Zhang Nanshu said.

Yan Xin: "What benefits?"

Zhang Nanshu shook her head. "In our family, even if you casually sweep the floor, money falls out. Since you don’t think much of his medical skills, we shouldn’t have agreed to let him treat Jing Yuanzhao. We should have just kicked him out."

Yan Xin: "We can still try his medical skills again; no need to rush."

Zhang Nanshu: "Is there still hope for this stubborn guy to walk again?"

"Yes."

Zhang Nanshu looked at Jing Yuanzhao, her eyes filled with concern. "That’s wonderful. Once you can stand, we’ll go horseback riding."

At night, with the windows and doors tightly closed, Bai Shuang was on watch in the backyard, while Song Yang was at the side entrance.

The whole courtyard was quiet as Jing Yuanzhao trained indoors.

Yan Xin watched his movements. The exercises didn’t look hard, but within minutes, he was drenched in sweat. No matter how hot the room was, it couldn’t be that intense.

"... Ah Zhao, really not tell Nan Shu? She’s very worried. Besides, she’s very sensible."

"Some things are only trump cards when they are top secret." Jing Yuanzhao said, "Don’t worry, Zhu Zhuer. Nan Shu has her own secrets she won’t share with either of us."

Yan Xin sighed.

"My legs are top secret. When I was in Edo, the Seventh Prince sent people to test my abilities several times, and I managed to get through it. I can't be careless now." Jing Yuanzhao added.

"You're right." She nodded.

Sweating heavily, Jing Yuanzhao casually chatted with her. "If you feel bad for her, help her vent some frustration."

Yan Xin nodded. "Okay."

Zhang Hai bringing the doctor here definitely had ulterior motives; Yan Xin could use this to her advantage.

The next morning, Yan Xin called Bai Shuang and gave her an assignment.

She briefly shared her plan with Bai Shuang, "Keep an eye on Zhang Xujiao and report back on all her movements."

Bai Shuang agreed.

Yan Xin thought it would take several days, but to her surprise, two days later, Bai Shuang had already figured everything out.

Over the past two days, Lu Changhong had been giving Jing Yuanzhao acupuncture sessions.

This technique, which promoted blood circulation and reduced swelling, acted as a form of relaxation for Jing Yuanzhao, who exercised every night.

However, its effects were limited to that. If his legs were truly disabled, Lu Changhong's "recovery" treatment would be completely ineffective.

Yan Xin often chatted casually with Lu Changhong during his acupuncture sessions.

In the conversations, she spoke highly of Yicheng’s prosperity, wealth, and stability.

On the fourth day, Yan Xin had a small golden bell hanging from her waist.

As soon as Lu Changhong entered, he caught sight of the golden bell, and his body trembled.

This time, accompanying him were Zhang Hai and Zhang Nanshu.

In front of everyone, Lu Changhong trembled briefly before regaining his composure.

"How are you feeling, nephew?" Zhang Hai, pretending to be an elder, asked Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Yuanzhao looked at him. "I'm disabled, not deaf. Why do I suddenly have another uncle?"

Zhang Hai's expression darkened.

Zhang Nanshu stifled her laughter.

"Your domineering young master has to respectfully call me Young Master Jing. Who are you to act all high and mighty in front of me?" Jing Yuanzhao asked.

Zhang Hai's face turned red and then pale. "Pretty arrogant, aren't we?"

"With a large family, you naturally have a big presence. This is a principle that Zhang Lingguang and Zhang Zhi don't understand, which has spoiled you to be so unaware of your own limits," Jing Yuanzhao coldly remarked.

Zhang Hai was so angry he was speechless, his neck stiff.

Zhang Nanshu was barely holding back her laughter, on the verge of cramping.