Wearing a book at eighty, being pampered by a disabled boss

So Gu Jiaojiao asked repeatedly: "What do you feel? Do you feel anything in your legs? What kind of feeling does it feel?"

She can roughly judge the results through the treatment methods and time in her previous life.

But she still mixed some spiritual spring water with the medicine, so she really didn't know what stage of recovery Mu Ziquan's legs had entered.

Mu Ziquan's voice was filled with uncontrollable choking: "It hurts, the soles of my feet hurt, and there is soreness and swelling. My calves are also a little swollen, and they are a little numb at the same time."

"This means that you can practice walking tomorrow, and if you stick to it for another two months, you will be able to walk almost normally."

"Auntie, am I... standing by myself, or am I relying on them to support me?" Mu Ziquan asked uncertainly.

This was the first time in more than three years that he felt that his legs were still his own.

Having had his legs disabled for more than three years, he had already accepted his fate and felt that even if he did not die, he would be destined to be in a wheelchair.

He could never go back to the high-spirited days of the past, even though Gu Jiaojiao had promised that he could return to normal.

But he has never had much hope, but at this moment, he is full of infinite hope for the future.

"Mu Shan, Mu Wu, you can try to let go slowly." Gu Jiaojiao continued to order.

Mu Shan and Mu Wu were two rough men after all, and they also listened to Gu Jiaojiao's words.

So as soon as she finished speaking, the two people let go at the same time. Fortunately, Mu Ziquan had feeling in his legs and was able to balance his body so as not to fall.

The two rough men also said with a smile: "Auntie, you see, the young master is standing by himself."

Gu Jiaojiao kicked Mu Ziquan without thinking, and quickly went up to support Mu Ziquan.

He lectured angrily: "I want you to let go slowly. Who told you to let go so quickly? What if you fall down?"

"Auntie, don't be angry. It's okay. I'm used to these idiots being so reckless, so I won't fall down."

Mu Ziquan smiled rarely. Although he was sweating profusely in pain, he was extremely happy inside.

While he was happy that he could stand up, he was also happy that Gu Jiaojiao was worried about him. Although it was out of kindness as a doctor, he felt as if he had eaten honey.

"Do you think your young master can stand up and don't need my aunt in the future, so you won't listen to me?"

"Auntie, we definitely don't mean this. We are used to speed in everything we do." Mushan explained calmly.

"As long as my aunt orders me, no matter how long it takes, I will always listen to you." Mu Wu said seriously.

"I will always listen to my aunt's words. If my legs were healthy, I would be willing to run for my aunt for the rest of my life."

Mu Ziquan subconsciously said that he would regret it for the rest of his life. Will his aunt hate him?

Gu Jiaojiao didn't notice any difference in her life, she chuckled and teased.

"Tsk, tsk, look at you. You are usually cold and not good at words. How can you flatter my aunt so smoothly?"

"I speak the truth, with the conscience of heaven and earth, I am not flattering you." Mu Ziquan said, patting his chest.

"That's it for today. Starting tomorrow, practice standing for four 10 minutes in the morning and evening.

Once your legs are completely under the command of your brain, you can start walking.

You have to remember that rehabilitation is a very hard process because the brain does not perceive pain in the legs that clearly.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to control. Every time I practice standing and moving, I have to experience great pain, but only a little progress.Sometimes it may even feel like there is no progress at all. The effort is huge but the progress is slow.

Some people may think it is a kind of torture. Sometimes people's mentality is the easiest to collapse. It depends on your willpower. "

Gu Jiaojiao distracted Mu Ziquan's attention by talking, so she supported him with one hand and let him stand independently for about 10 minutes.

"Hey, Mu Ziquan, can you stand now?" Li Xiaoliang asked loudly in surprise.

When he and his grandfather walked into Mu's house, they saw a person who was supposed to be in a wheelchair but was standing up now. He was so shocked that he couldn't control his emotions.

"It's not unusual to stand up. In a month or two, he will be able to walk normally." Gu Jiaojiao said nonchalantly.

"It's all a miracle doctor with superb medical skills. If my grandfather had met you earlier, he wouldn't have suffered so much."

"It's not too late now. As long as the money you give is enough, I guarantee that the medicine will cure the disease."

As she spoke, Gu Jiaojiao held the middle commander with her right thumb and waved it, looking like she was obsessed with money, which made Li Laole happy.

A smile flashed across his eyes. With such a pure love for money, he couldn't bear to feel bored.

Asking for money for medical treatment is just what he wants, but his favor is more valuable than money.

The miracle doctor is the adopted sister of Old Guy Han and the others. It is impossible that she does not know her status, but she chooses money!
What Mr. Li didn't know was that Gu Jiaojiao was on the front line when she rescued Mr. Han. Seeing that scene, how could she have the heart to ask for money for treatment!
Later, they became sworn brothers and sisters with him. Even now, Gu Jiaojiao feels that she has suffered a great loss.

When Mu Ziquan was treated, although Mr. Mu followed Mr. Han and called her sister, Gu Jiaojiao still asked for treatment fees.

So she didn't care how big or high Li Laoquan was, it was only natural to get money for medical treatment.

Mr. Li was well-informed, and when he saw Gu Jiaojiao's face, he said, "I get money for medical treatment, and I don't want to suffer any more losses."

He laughed out loud, "Haha, Jiaojiao, if you can get rid of all my diseases, tell me how much you want."

"Easy to say, easy to say. When the time comes, Mr. Li will just watch and give it. Let's get the acupuncture first." Gu Jiaojiao's eyebrows and eyes bloomed like flowers.

Mr. Li didn't show any pretense. He followed Mr. Mu into the guest room of Mu's house and took off his clothes and lay down.

"Oh, old boss, can you take off your clothes today?" Yesterday, he looked like a dead dog.

But the latter sentence, Mr. Mu only dared to say silently in his heart without saying it out loud.

"Hey, the miracle doctor's acupuncture skills are unmatched in the world. To be honest with you, old guy, I slept until dawn last night."

"So, your poison should be under control, so you looked sick when you first came in?"

Mr. Mu asked in a low voice. He guessed that Mr. Li didn't want others to know that his poison could be cured.

"I can't cause trouble to you and the miracle doctor. Next time the acupuncture will be done in a different place."

Gu Jiaojiao happened to hear Mr. Li's words when she came in. She handed the newly developed bottle of pills to Mr. Li.

He said in a calm voice: "Mr. Li, this is a new and improved drug that can detoxify your body. It is also more effective in treating heart disease than other drugs on the market."

Mr. Li stared at the medicine bottle in Gu Jiaojiao's hand and couldn't help but lick his lips, a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

"The antidote you... developed is successful? Can it be mass-produced?" Mr. Li's excited title changed.