Chapter 43

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"Alright, alright, I'll call him right away."

About forty minutes later, a middle-aged man who looked quite dejected hurried into the courtyard. Upon seeing his excited wife, he asked with a hint of joy.

"Where is the miraculous doctor you mentioned?"

"That's him."

Qu Qianfan pointed at Zhao Xinyu. The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt in his eyes. In his mind, a miraculous doctor should be an old man with white hair. Zhao Xinyu was only in his twenties; how could he possibly be a miraculous doctor?

"How much will it cost to treat my son?" He spoke without any courtesy, not believing in his heart.

"Jiang Fei, what are you talking about? Zhao Xinyu has been very considerate. To make it easier for us to take care of our son, he has arranged for us to work at his farm and pickle factory. Besides treating our son, he also gives us each 3,000 yuan a month as salary."

Jiang Fei was stunned. He looked at Zhao Xinyu with a hint of doubt, and Zhao Xinyu smiled and nodded. "I can't guarantee that Xiaopeng will be completely cured, but if you work for me, you can at least take care of him. If there's no improvement here, you can still take him elsewhere to earn money for his treatment."

Understanding Zhao Xinyu's meaning, Jiang Fei nodded with gratitude. "Thank you." At that moment, Jiang Fei suddenly felt an urge to cry.

"By the way, what exactly is wrong with Xiaopeng? All the hospitals say he has recovered, but he still...?"

"In traditional Chinese medicine, Xiaopeng's meridians are damaged. I want to treat him for a while. If it works, there's a good chance he can stand up again."

"What do you need? I'll go prepare it right away." This made Jiang Fei even more excited, but he forgot that he didn't have much money on him.

"I have the herbal medicine here. You just need to buy a large wooden tub. I remember there's one for sale nearby."

When Jiang Fei returned with the wooden tub, Zhao Xinyu had already prepared the herbal medicine. He asked Jiang Fei to set up the tub and fill it halfway with water. Then he lit a fire under the tub. Once the tub started steaming, Zhao Xinyu poured the herbal medicine into it.

As the strong medicinal smell filled the air, the liquid in the tub began to boil. "Brother Jiang, put Xiaopeng in the tub."

Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan were both shocked. They looked at the boiling tub and then at Zhao Xinyu. Putting their son in there might not cure his legs but could cook him alive.

Zhao Xinyu laughed and put his hand into the boiling liquid. "It's about the same temperature as bathwater, no problem."

Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan hesitantly tried it themselves. As Zhao Xinyu said, the temperature of the liquid was similar to bathwater. They then placed Xiaopeng in the tub.

"Cold, it feels like ice." Less than three minutes after being placed in the tub, Xiaopeng shouted, which made Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan tear up with joy.

"Brother Jiang, twenty minutes. Soak in the herbal liquid for twenty minutes every day. If Xiaopeng feels heat in his legs, I'll change the prescription. Once he can feel both cold and heat, he will be completely cured."

Hearing this, Jiang Fei knelt down in front of Zhao Xinyu. ...

Before he could say anything, Zhao Xinyu quickly helped him up. "Brother Jiang, what are you doing? If it weren't for Xiaopeng, Heifeng would have been taken away by them. We are destined to meet."

"Uncle, where is Heifeng? Why can't I see him?"

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and pointed to the distant Cailiang Mountain. "Heifeng should be in Cailiang Mountain. He might come back in a few days."

At that moment, a loud bird call echoed, and Zhao Xinyu smiled. "Jinheng and Jin Yu are back. Heizi should be coming soon too."

Just as Zhao Xinyu finished speaking, a low growl came from outside the courtyard, and a large figure rushed in—it was Heifeng, whom they had just mentioned.

Heifeng was slightly taken aback upon seeing Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan in the courtyard, but when he saw Xiaopeng in the tub, his eyes instantly showed kindness, and his massive body moved to the tub.

Although Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan were afraid, they instinctively shielded Xiaopeng, clearly worried that Heifeng might hurt him.

Heifeng turned to look at Zhao Xinyu, his eyes filled with a questioning look.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled. "Brother Jiang, Xiaopeng helped Heifeng. Heifeng won't hurt him."

Recalling the video his wife had shown him, Jiang Fei hesitated and stepped aside. He saw Heifeng approach the tub, look at Xiaopeng, and growl softly at him.

Xiaopeng giggled and reached out to touch Heifeng, but Heifeng dodged and licked his hand. This put Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan at ease, but they were deeply moved.

They knew that their son had only shouted once, but this intelligent dog had remembered him. The rumors were true; this dog's intelligence was comparable to a human's.

The return of Heifeng, Jinheng, and Jin Yu, and everything that happened in the courtyard, was uploaded to the internet by people outside the courtyard. While people were excited, they also had a question: Is Zhao Xinyu really just a doctor?

As people discussed, the courtyard returned to calm, but Zhao Xinyu had a sense of foreboding, feeling that a bigger conspiracy might be waiting for him.

In a luxuriously decorated office, a middle-aged man with a potbelly was pacing back and forth, his face full of fear. If Zhao Xinyu were in the office, he would immediately recognize this man as the one who led the so-called animal organization to the courtyard that day.

He no longer had the arrogance of that day. Not only had he failed to accomplish his task, but he had also lost his job and was now being investigated by more people.

As the door opened, a young man in his mid-twenties entered. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were full of frivolity.

The young man's face turned pale upon seeing the middle-aged man. Without a word, he slapped the middle-aged man hard.

The middle-aged man staggered back a few steps, holding his swollen face and said softly, "Young Master Hu, I...?"

"Ma Shangxing, you're really a waste. You couldn't even handle such a simple task. Why did you bring a few city management officers instead of people from the animal organization? Now everyone is paying attention to that pair of dragons. How can I get them? Do you know that because of your stupidity, I lost over three million yuan?"

"Young Master Hu, I'll try again and get that pair of dragons. By the way, the dog there is also extraordinary."

The young man snorted. "What can you do? I know about this. Now many people are paying attention to this. We need a foolproof plan. Send someone to keep an eye on them. If that dog leaves the courtyard, find a way to bring it back."

...

"Zhao Xinyu, are you okay? I was out for a few days," Du Mengnan rushed over, her face full of guilt.

"I'm fine, just a few scratches."

"Who is this?" Under the grape arbor, Du Mengnan saw Jiang Pengxin.

"This is Jiang Pengxin. He can't stand up due to a car accident. I've been treating him these past few days."

"You...?" Du Mengnan was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with surprise. She knew Zhao Xinyu was a good doctor, but she didn't expect him to treat a patient who was paralyzed from a car accident.

"Do you have confidence?"

"Somewhat effective."

"Auntie, Uncle said I have an 80% chance of standing up again. You don't know what these past few years have been like...?"

Perhaps because his legs had a chance to recover, Jiang Pengxin, who was brought to the courtyard by his parents every day, started talking more. He shared his experiences over the past three years.

Hearing Jiang Pengxin's story, Du Mengnan was deeply moved. A child who all doctors had given up on, Zhao Xinyu dared to treat, and in just a few days, his legs had regained sensation. This showed that Zhao Xinyu's traditional Chinese medicine skills were truly extraordinary.

If Zhao Xinyu could really help Jiang Pengxin stand up again, it would be a miracle in medical history. Could this guy really be a poor boy from the countryside?

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