Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

Chapter 19 How about it, good grandson, stand up and walk?
The cook didn't think there was anything wrong at all, put his hands on his chest very piously, bent to face Wen Yang, and said frankly, "This morning, the old man ordered that when we meet Miss Wen in the future, we must call her 'Mrs. Feng', otherwise We will cancel our year-end bonus."

For the year-end award, he called "Mrs. Feng" sincerely.

Besides, the job of a chef is to prepare delicious food for the host, so what does it matter who the hostess is?

The money is in place.

After the cook finished speaking, the old man smiled and looked at Feng Lingche, "Little Che, start a family first and then start a business. My little benefactor has a beautiful waist... Ah, beauty is a big thing, you should cherish it, don't miss it."

Feng Lingche nodded when he heard the words, and seemed to be in a good mood. He usually skipped breakfast, but this time, for the first time, he picked up the toast that Wen Yang picked just now, and said something, I don't know if he was praising the bread, or he agreed with the old man's words answer, "Not bad."

Although Wen Yang's face turned red when he was called 'Mrs. Feng', remembering that he was going to marry Feng Lingche after all, he buried his head and ate quietly without speaking.

After dinner, the old man suggested, "Good grandson, since my little benefactor promised to help you heal your leg, why don't you let her see it now?"

In fact, he who said this was selfish.

The sooner Feng Lingche is restored to health, the sooner he can embrace his great-grandson, hehe~
Wen Yang was very satisfied with this meal, and she was in a good mood. She wiped her mouth and responded to the old man with a smile, "Okay, the leg disease has been delayed for a long time, which is not good for recovery."

Just to see the specific symptoms, it is better to prepare medicinal materials in advance.

Wen Yang's thought was very simple, but to Feng Lingche's ears, it had another meaning.

... Was she so impatient to cure herself of her disability because she wanted to get rid of the poison as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible?
When Wen Yang approached Feng Lingche, he found that his face was gloomy again, his resentment was greater than that of Xie Jianxian, and when his dark eyes fell on her, he seemed to want to see through her from head to toe, he couldn't help but be inexplicable.

What's the matter? ?
Aren't you in a good mood just now?

She squatted in front of Feng Lingche, while lifting up his trousers, while taking care of the Buddha's emotions, she suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

But when he saw Feng Lingche's thin but not thick, powerful calf line, he suddenly gasped in surprise.

Generally, patients with long-term paralysis of the lower limbs will experience varying degrees of atrophy of the legs, or even oppressive ulcers. This Buddha's legs must be well maintained!

Through the cool white skin, a few protruding blue veins can be vaguely seen, with clear and beautiful curves.

Where does it look like a disabled person?
Resisting the urge to touch it, she tapped on an acupuncture point and raised her head, "Do you feel anything here?"

Feng Lingche lowered his eyelids, seeing her eyes staring at his legs, a trace of joy slowly smoothed his frowning brows, "No."

The little girl checked very carefully, and did not miss any acupoints, including pain, temperature, and touch and pressure.

Feng Lingche answered without hesitation, "No pain, no feeling, no feeling."

The questions Wen Yang asked were similar to those asked by the doctor during the physical examination in previous years. Every piece of information pointed to the same answer. Feng Lingche had heard it countless times, and his ability to accept it had already been honed to perfection.

But the old man became more and more chilled the more he heard it, and was afraid that Wen Yang would regretfully tell him that his legs were hopeless in the next second.

Just when everyone was giving up hope, Wen Yang suddenly withdrew his hands, stood up, his spiritual power surged, he took out sixteen medicinal talismans from his bosom, poured spiritual power into them, and quickly hit Feng Lingche's leg.

As the medicine talisman infused with spiritual power was attached to the leg, a slight tingling sensation started from the sole of the foot and spread along the meridians. Although the feeling was not too strong, Feng Lingche still felt it.

Sweat broke out on Wen Yang's forehead, but his hands didn't stop, urging his spiritual power to travel through every necrotic meridian and nerve in Feng Lingche's legs.

Wherever you swim, you will feel a tingling sensation, and some places will be swollen and sour.

During this period, no one dared to disturb Wen Yang's casting.

Even she herself did not sleep all night and spent most of her spiritual energy. Her body was almost overdrawn and she could hardly stand upright, but she still insisted on opening up every acupuncture point before stopping.

"How about now?" Wen Yang smiled, her whole body was as red as a ripe shrimp, but she was afraid that the table would be burnt and she would not be able to pay for it, so she did not dare to help it up.

Feng Lingche's expression was a bit complicated. This was the first time since he was 9 years old that he felt sensation in his legs again. Although he could not stand up yet, it was of great significance compared to before.

His eyes were fixed on Wen Yang's pale face like snow, and he felt an indescribable feeling. After an unknown amount of time, he stretched out his cold hand and held her burning hot palm.

Just like meeting for the first time.

Only this time, it was him who came to save her.

"...Thank you." Feng Lingche's voice was low, but Wen Yang could hear it clearly.

She enjoyed the comfort of the Xuanbinghan body repairing the meridians, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "It's too early to thank me, wait until you are completely cured, and then think about how to repay me!"

The old man was by the side and didn't know what happened. Seeing Wen Yang stop, he hurried over and asked, "How is it, my good grandson, stand up and walk?"

Feng Lingche: "..."

"I just have a little consciousness, but I can't stand up yet," Wen Yang explained, "However, the situation is relatively optimistic at present. Insuranceally speaking, it should be fully recovered within three months."

It is also thanks to Feng Lingche's rehabilitation treatment for so many years that he can greatly reduce the recovery time.

"Three months!!!" The old man thought he was deaf, "Old man, am I right? Are you sure it's three months?!"

Not three years?Not 30 years?
The cook next to him pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes, old man, you heard that right, it's three months."

"Fuxing! Come here, carve a stone statue for the little benefactor! I want to hang it at the entrance of the villa, old man!" The old man shouted outside the door.

Wen Yang: "???"

I thought the old man was joking, but I didn't realize it. Within 2 minutes, the maid really came in with the architect and sculptor...

The corners of Feng Lingche's lips curled slightly, ignoring the old man's crazy behavior.

Said to Wen Yang, "I'm going to work."

Just as he was about to let go, Wen Yang tightened his grip and asked Feng Lingche for his opinion, "Can I take your car and go out together? Some medicinal materials cannot be bought, and you need to go to a special place to purchase them."

Naturally, Feng Lingche would not refuse this reason.

So the two left the villa while the old man was excitedly discussing how to make the statue bigger and better.

……

Wind Group.

Lin Yan was holding a large stack of documents in her hand, and was about to go to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he ran into Jiang Ci head-on.

(End of this chapter)