"3! Dad, you're so stupid."
In less than two seconds, Zhou Li could accurately answer the question.
Zhou Budo was shocked. Previously, Zhou Li's 1+2 equaled 5!
"Su Yang, you, how did you do it?"
Zhou Budo's voice trembled slightly, as if he had seen a possibility.
Su Yang remained silent, continuing to apply silver needles to Zhou Li.
Zhou Budo dared not say anything more and instead complained about Ding Bowen.
"Ding Bowen claims to be a descendant of a divine doctor, yet he took two years of dawdling and couldn't cure Li'er's problem. I'm truly curious how you managed it."
Su Yang smiled, "Director, you're so humorous. Do I have to beat drums and announce to the whole world that I'm the greatest divine doctor under heaven?"
Su Yang gently patted Zhou Li's head, collected the silver needles, and turned to leave.
He left as if nothing had happened, his merits hidden!
Zhou Budo was full of doubts. After thinking for a moment, he decided to keep it from Ding Bowen for now and see if Su Yang could completely cure him.
The next morning.
Ding Family Villa.
Zhou Budo maintained his habit of sleeping and waking early for morning exercises, slowly walking back and forth with a stone dumbbell weighing about thirty catties.
"Cough, cough..."
Zhou Budo's chest felt a sharp pain, making it difficult to breathe, and his muscles were stiff and sore. "Someone, quickly invite Divine Doctor Ding!"
"Yes!"
Zhou Budo's old illness recurred. He leaned on a chair and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
At this time, Ding Bowen was in his room, thinking about how to deal with Su Yang and win back the goddess Yang Mange.
"Divine Doctor Ding, Director's old illness has relapsed, quickly come with me!"
"Go to hell!"
Ding Bowen cursed inwardly. He had initially thought that saving Zhou Budo would give him a trump card.
However, Zhou Budo hadn't gotten rid of Su Yang, and instead, the foolish Zhou Li recognized his love rival Su Yang as his boss and even bit his finger.
Now that Zhou Budo's old illness had recurred, it was time to give him a hint.
"Don't you see my hand is injured?"
"There's medicine in the pharmacy, get it yourself!"
Saying this, Ding Bowen pretended to be severely injured and slumped on the table, feigning sleep.
Zhou Budo waited for a long time. His subordinate returned, "Director, Divine Doctor Ding said he was bitten by the young master and hasn't recovered, so he can't get up. He told you to get some painkillers from the pharmacy yourself."
"This... this scoundrel!"
He's even throwing a tantrum!
Zhou Budo had no choice but to grit his teeth. With the help of his subordinates, he went to the Ding family's reserve pharmacy.
The servants followed the prescription, skillfully selecting over a dozen types of Western medicine pills.
Zhou Budo's face was contorted in pain. There were pills filling a rice bowl, as if he were eating medicine for every meal.
Helplessly, to survive, he still swallowed the pills with water.
Half an hour later.
Zhou Budo's muscles were no longer so tense, but there was still a dull ache.
It felt as if ants were biting him all over.
"You can all go. I want to be alone!"
"Yes!"
Zhou Budo didn't want anyone to see his disheveled state. After dismissing his servants, he leisurely strolled in the backyard.
In his mind, he recalled the scene of Su Yang treating Zhou Li last night.
With just a few simple silver needles, Zhou Li's eyes became bright, and his mind became much sharper.
Zhou Budo hesitated, wondering if he should secretly find Su Yang to try.
Just then, Zhou Li ran over with a distressed face.
"Dad, can we go out?"
"Go where?"
"Dad, I don't want to live here. Those uncles and aunts are very fierce. I want to find my boss. He's the only one who's good to Li'er!"
Zhou Budo fell into thought. He had come to Songhai three days in advance, firstly out of caution to prevent assassination.
Secondly, Ding Bowen had strongly invited him, saying that if Zhou Budo's old illness relapsed, he could provide quick treatment.
That's why Zhou Budo was willing to stay at Ding Bowen's villa at first.
Hearing his son Zhou Li say he wanted to find Su Yang, he decided to move out and, at the same time, see if Su Yang could completely cure him.
"Okay, Dad will take you to find your boss!"
"Yay yay yay, Dad is the best!"
Zhou Li happily rushed outside, having no fondness for this place at all.
...
Long Pan No. 1.
After several experiments, Su Yang became even more proficient with the Tai Xuan Life Continuation Needles.
In the living room, Jiang Wanying sat in a wheelchair, gazing at the world outside with longing in her eyes.
—These quack doctors took so much money and still couldn't cure this girl. Today, I'll try acupuncture on her.
"Little Wanying, come here!"
Su Yang beckoned, and Jiang Wanying dazedly pushed her wheelchair over.
"Brother Yang, is there anything you need me to do?"
"Yes, lift your skirt."
"Ah... this, I, I'm not mentally prepared yet, I'm afraid..."
Jiang Wanying blushed with embarrassment, stammering, her hands clutching her skirt.
Earlier, Jiang Hei had privately told her that if Su Yang needed it, she should comply.
The Jiang family's current dignity, wealth, and everything else were all given by Su Yang. The siblings had to repay his kindness.
"What are you thinking? I'm trying acupuncture therapy on you to see if you can stand up again."
Su Yang flicked her bright forehead with his finger. He didn't know what this girl was thinking; it was strange.
"Oh, okay..."
Jiang Hei lowered her head shyly and lifted her skirt.
Su Yang preheated the silver needles and then slowly inserted them into her knee, continuing to insert a few more needles upwards.
"Mmm, it feels a bit hot and itchy!"
Jiang Wanying exclaimed, her hands involuntarily grabbing Su Yang, who was squatting on the ground.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Su Yang was concentrating on giving injections... acupuncture and was startled by the sudden sound, almost pricking Jiang Wanying's small hand.
"Boss, it's me!"
It turned out to be that foolish boy Zhou Li.
Zhou Chengcheng had gone to the company to handle business, and only the two of them were at home. Su Yang hurried to open the door.
At first glance, Zhou Budo had also come, with a group of bodyguards behind him.
"Director, are you here to ransack the house?"
"Mr. Su, you jest. Li'er wanted to find you."
"Boss, I want to eat pastries!"
"Okay, I'll get them for you."
Su Yang took Zhou Li into the kitchen. Zhou Budo signaled his bodyguards to guard the door while he surveyed the villa.
Luxurious!
Spacious!
Seeing guests arrive, Jiang Wanying subconsciously tidied her skirt and stood up.
Zhou Budo looked at Jiang Wanying, first stunned, then shocked.
It wasn't Jiang Wanying's beauty, but that she was in a wheelchair.
Can leg disabilities be cured too?
To what extent had Su Yang's medical skills reached?
Wouldn't that mean his son and he also had hope?
Jiang Wanying was also surprised. She tried to take a few steps. Although she walked very slowly, she was very happy.
"I, I can stand..."
Seeing her so happy, Zhou Budo felt envious.
"Little Wanying, your legs have just recovered, so you shouldn't move for too long."
Su Yang said lightly, as if everything was under his control, and he didn't seem surprised.
Zhou Li ate pastries, "Boss, can you give me a few more needles? I slept much more comfortably last night..."
"Eat your pastries first, Boss will prepare."
Su Yang smiled and patted Zhou Li's head.
Zhou Budo remained silent. After what happened last night, he didn't dare to speak carelessly.
This Su Yang was unyielding. It was already good that he was willing to treat Zhou Li.
After the silver needles were disinfected and preheated, Su Yang slowly inserted them into Zhou Li's head.
"Mmm, it's so comfortable, just like basking in the sun in winter, warm and cozy..."