Chapter 42

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As people uploaded the videos they had taken to the internet, the sound of sirens could be heard from a distance. A boy around twelve or thirteen years old glanced at Heifeng.

"Quick, your master is fine, you can't let them catch you."

Heifeng, growling lowly, looked up at the boy, then looked down at Zhao Xinyu. He growled again, moved his body, and darted out of the gate, quickly disappearing from sight.

That night, Zhao Xinyu, who had been unconscious, woke up. He saw Han Li, Han Tianlang, and the others, and then he thought of something.

"Han Li, where are Heifeng and the others?"

"The villagers said Heifeng ran into Cailiang Mountain."

Zhao Xinyu let out a long breath. "What about those people?"

"They were all arrested. According to eyewitnesses, they were all idle troublemakers from the city who wanted to extort money using their status as city management officers. Now, the internet is overwhelmingly supporting you. By the way, more people are praising Heifeng, saying he is smarter than a human. You told him not to hurt anyone, so he used his body to knock them out."

"Who is that fat guy?"

"That guy is indeed from an animal protection organization, but he is just a regular employee with no law enforcement authority. What they did has been uploaded to the internet. He extorted 300,000 yuan, and even if he isn't sentenced, he will definitely lose his job."

Three days later, the police issued a statement. Those people were all criminally detained, and Zhao Xinyu was the victim. The detained people were responsible for all medical expenses, and Heifeng, who did not bite anyone, would not be taken away.

Zhao Xinyu, with a thick bandage wrapped around his head, returned to the courtyard. Compared to before, the courtyard no longer had Heifeng running around, no Jinhen or Jinyu, and there were few people at the gate.

"Zhao Xinyu, you did a great job, we support you." Zhao Xinyu saw a boy around twelve or thirteen years old, but the one speaking was not standing; he was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a woman in her thirties.

The moment Zhao Xinyu saw the boy, he remembered a video he had seen. In the video, a boy's voice told Heizi to run. Now, hearing that voice again, he immediately knew that this boy was the one who had told Heifeng to run that day.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly and looked at the boy. "Thank you. Do you want to come in and sit down?"

"Yes," the boy said without hesitation, a hint of excitement in his voice. After speaking, he turned to the woman, "Mom, I want to go into the courtyard and take a look."

The woman looked at Zhao Xinyu and said politely, "Thank you."

With the envious gazes of many people, the woman pushed the boy into the courtyard. Seeing the vegetables that everyone envied up close, the boy was excited and kept exclaiming, and the camera in his hand kept flashing.

Under the grape arbor, Zhao Xinyu placed the sliced watermelon, cantaloupe, and grapes on the table and gave a piece of watermelon to the boy and the woman.

The two took a bite, and their eyes widened, clearly they had never tasted such delicious watermelon.

"Zhao Xinyu, do you know that you are now an internet celebrity? The vegetables and fruits you grow have a unique taste, and you even have a dog as smart as Heifeng."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and gently patted the boy's head. "I don't know your name yet."

Jiang Pengxin, that's my mom, Qu Qianfan.

Zhao Xinyu nodded and picked up the grapes to give to Qu Qianfan and Jiang Pengxin. Of course, the two were as surprised as when they ate the watermelon. They knew the things in the courtyard tasted great, but since the watermelon and grapes were not for sale, they had no way to taste them.

Unlike Jiang Pengxin, although the watermelon, grapes, and cantaloupe tasted extremely delicious, Qu Qianfan only ate a little, looking at Jiang Pengxin with loving eyes as he ate the melon.

"Sister, Peng, this is...?"

At Zhao Xinyu's question, Qu Qianfan's expression instantly darkened, her gaze falling on Jiang Pengxin for a long time.

When Peng was ten, he was in a car accident on his way home from school. The perpetrator fled, and he has been unable to stand since then. For the past three years, my husband and I have taken him to hospitals of all sizes. Every hospital said that Peng has fully recovered, but he cannot stand because of nerve damage. To make him stand again, a miracle would have to happen.

Although we have been helping him with rehabilitation, his muscles have continued to atrophy. Experts say that if an effective treatment is not found within five years, even if his nerves recover in the future, he will have no chance of standing up.

"Mom, it's fine this way. You don't have to run around anymore. In the past few years, you've lost your jobs, sold your house and car, and my dad is still working on a construction site for me. I don't want to see it anymore."

Qu Qianfan touched Jiang Pengxin's head. "Silly child, you are our hope. If there is even a glimmer of hope, we won't give up. A few days ago, we heard that there is a miraculous doctor in Shandong Province. When your father gets paid next month, we will take you there."

"Peng, I have studied traditional Chinese medicine for a few days. Let me take a look at you."

Zhao Xinyu's words made Qu Qianfan and her son pause. "You studied traditional Chinese medicine?" Qu Qianfan asked with a hint of surprise.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled. "I graduated from Pengcheng Traditional Chinese Medicine University. Maybe because my grades weren't good enough, no hospital wanted me, so I had no choice but to grow vegetables and raise fish."

Qu Qianfan's eyes flickered. "Peng, let Uncle take your pulse."

Jiang Pengxin obediently placed his hand on the table. Zhao Xinyu took a tissue to wipe his hand, took a deep breath, and placed one finger on Jiang Pengxin's wrist.

Qu Qianfan's gaze tightened. Over the past three years, she had seen countless doctors, both Western and Chinese, and their diagnoses had always disappointed her. In fact, she and her husband had already felt a bit hopeless, but for the sake of their child's recovery, they would still take him out whenever they had money.

Seeing Zhao Xinyu's unique pulse-taking technique, Qu Qianfan, who had already felt hopeless, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope.

After about ten minutes, Zhao Xinyu withdrew his finger. He squatted down and began to massage Jiang Pengxin's legs, asking some seemingly ordinary questions.

"Zhao Xinyu, don't look anymore. Every doctor does this. I can recite their questions without you asking."

"Peng, how can you be so impolite? Call him Uncle."

Jiang Pengxin stuck out his tongue and made a face at Zhao Xinyu.

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly. "Wait a moment."

A moment later, Zhao Xinyu came back with a box of silver needles. "Peng, I will give you an acupuncture treatment. Tell me if you feel any reaction."

In just a few breaths, Jiang Pengxin had over fifty silver needles inserted into his leg. As a breeze blew, Zhao Xinyu quickly tapped the end of each needle, and the needles instantly hummed.

The next moment, Jiang Pengxin's body trembled. "It's so cool, Mom, this leg...?"

At his words, a layer of mist suddenly welled up in Qu Qianfan's eyes. After three years of constant running around, Jiang Pengxin had never felt anything like this before. Even with acupuncture or a knife, he had never felt anything, but today his leg had a sensation, which made her unable to hold back.

When the silver needles stopped trembling, Zhao Xinyu quickly tapped the needle ends again. As the needles hummed once more, Jiang Pengxin shouted again.

"It's hot, so hot."

This time, Qu Qianfan could no longer hold back and burst into tears. The three years of pent-up frustration were finally released at this moment.

Hearing his mother cry, Jiang Pengxin reached out to hold her hand and turned to look at Zhao Xinyu. "Uncle, do I have any hope?"

"Yes, but the chances are not very high."

As he spoke, he turned to Qu Qianfan. "Sister, I am trying to treat him, but I cannot guarantee a complete recovery."

"What are the chances?"

"Less than forty percent."

"We don't have much money. Give us a rough estimate, and we will find a way."

"No need. I have the Chinese medicine here. By the way, what does your husband do?"

"He used to be an accountant in a group, but now he does odd jobs."

"Here's what I suggest. Let him come and help me at the farm and the vegetable garden. I will deduct my treatment fees, and I will give each of you 3,000 yuan per month. When I finish treating Peng, you can leave whenever you want."

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