Chapter 10

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"I haven't visited Grandpa Li for a long time either, so I'll go with you."

Tang Lelè didn't let Wang Cheng off easily, quickly adding, "You haven't had breakfast yet. There's an old-established breakfast shop opposite Grandpa Li's place. Let me treat you to breakfast?"

Wang Cheng gave a wry smile at Tang Lelè, who was sticking to him like glue: "Alright, Sister Lelè, let's go see Grandpa Li together. I'll help persuade him to see your grandfather. Breakfast will be the reward."

The breakfast shop opposite Renhe Hall was no ordinary place. Like Renhe Hall, it was a century-old establishment famous for its mung bean and osmanthus cake, a specialty of Jiangzhou. Many tourists visiting Jiangzhou would come here to have a taste and take some away.

Tang Lelè's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and she said with a grin, "Okay, you've agreed to this. If Grandpa Li can't help, you'll have to step in. The reward, as you said, is a breakfast."

Wang Yuan yuan blinked her big eyes, which seemed to speak, looking at Tang Lelè as if criticizing her for being shameless.

Tang Lelè ignored Wang Yuan yuan's gaze: "Yuan yuan, do you want to eat the mung bean cake from Osmanthus Fang?"

"I don't want to eat it. I'll eat what my brother makes."

Wang Yuan yuan replied.

Wang Cheng patted the little girl's head, thinking to himself, "You finally said something honest." "Sister Lelè, let's do this. If Grandpa Li agrees, I'll go with him. If I can help, I will. If I can't, don't blame me."

Tang Lelè breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting this boy to agree. The boys at school would come running like obedient dogs at her beck and call, but this boy required some strategy. If he really went to Fuling University, she would have to make him pay, to show him the charm of a simple girl, or rather, herself.

"Alright, it's a deal."

Afraid Wang Cheng would change his mind, Tang Lelè quickly confirmed it.

Wang Cheng didn't know he was on her mind. If he did, he would be quite depressed. Women's thoughts are hard to guess. Even though he was helping, he was still on her mind.

The three ran along, and the two beauties naturally attracted many gazes. Wang Cheng, usually unremarkable, also drew attention.

Arriving at the ancient street, after two intersections, the drivers waiting for the green light stared straight at them. If Wang Cheng and the others hadn't walked fast, it might have caused a traffic accident.

Unable to bear the pressure of the many gazes, Wang Cheng pulled Wang Yuan yuan and quickened their pace. Soon, they reached the ancient street, where the tall archway and ancient buildings contrasted sharply with the outside city. People coming to the ancient street would automatically park their cars at the entrance to preserve the ancient atmosphere.

Arriving at Renhe Hall, which had just opened, the staff were still cleaning the hall. Wang Cheng greeted Feng Xihé, who was organizing the herbs.

"Good morning, Uncle Feng."

"Xiao Cheng is here again? The teacher just got up and is practicing his boxing. Go in."

Feng Xihé, wearing glasses, glanced at Wang Cheng and paused on Tang Lelè: "Lelè is here too?"

Tang Lelè smiled: "Good morning, Uncle Feng. I came to see Grandpa Li. I have something to ask him for help."

Feng Xihé's tone changed, and his expression became serious: "Why didn't your father come?"

Tang Lelè's face fell slightly: "My father went to the capital."

Feng Xihé nodded in understanding: "Go ahead." He then turned to continue organizing the herbs, ignoring Tang Lelè.

Wang Cheng looked at Tang Lelè curiously, knowing she hadn't told him everything and that she was quite familiar with Grandpa Li. However, he didn't ask more, pulling Wang Yuan yuan and leading Tang Lelè to the backyard, where Grandpa Li was practicing Tai Chi in his white Tang suit.

Jiangzhou had a Tai Chi hall with nearly a century of history, said to be passed down from Yang Luchan's descendants, practicing authentic Yang-style Tai Chi. Wang Cheng had worked there for three years, helping out on weekends and learning from the masters. He was quite familiar with Yang-style Tai Chi.

Grandpa Li's Tai Chi, Wang Cheng noticed, was not Yang-style but more like the Northern Zhou-style.

The three arrived, and Grandpa Li continued his slow and steady practice. Wang Cheng and the others didn't interrupt, standing quietly to the side. Wang Yuan yuan looked around out of boredom, while Tang Lelè had a serious expression, deep in thought.

Wang Cheng, familiar with Tai Chi, had practiced it for some time, finding it very beneficial for cultivating one's temperament. His calm demeanor was largely due to practicing Tai Chi. As a child, he was also impulsive, but now he appeared very composed and knew how to control his emotions.

Grandpa Li's Tai Chi practice involved gathering a flow of energy within his body, which needed to be completed in one breath for the energy to flow smoothly. Interrupting it would disrupt the flow, making it suitable for the elderly.

The set of Tai Chi took about ten minutes to complete. Grandpa Li finished, stood up, and took a long breath, his eyes clear and his spirit high.

Clap, clap, clap...

Wang Cheng lightly clapped his hands: "Great! Grandpa Li has truly mastered the essence of Tai Chi, but it's a pity he started practicing late."

Grandpa Li waved his hand: "I'm old. I used to be against martial arts, so I didn't practice when I was young. Later, when my body started to fail, I became interested, but it was already too late. Now I can only practice the forms to keep my blood flowing and my bones flexible. I can't endure much more."

"Grandpa Li, with your benevolent heart, disliking lethal techniques is normal. If you were like Old Yang from the Tai Chi hall, I would be surprised, hehe."

Wang Cheng also laughed. Old Yang from the Tai Chi hall was a legendary figure in Jiangzhou, having experienced World War II, the civil war, and the war with the United States. He had fought in countless battles. During his three years at the Tai Chi hall, Wang Cheng only saw Old Yang three times: once practicing, once walking, and once diagnosing him. Over time, Old Yang's killing aura had subsided, but Wang Cheng could still keenly sense the bloodthirsty tiger in the old man's heart, ready to tear everything apart if unleashed.

Old Yang was dangerous, Wang Cheng thought, a different kind of person from Grandpa Li.

Tang Lelè tried to speak several times, but Grandpa Li ignored her, leaving her standing awkwardly.

"Xiao Cheng, come here, let me check your pulse again."

Grandpa Li sat down and beckoned Wang Cheng: "Old Yang is not worth mentioning. What about this Tang family girl? Did the stubborn old man send her?"

Wang Cheng walked over, extending his arm, and turned to look at Tang Lelè, thinking about which influential Tang family in Jiangzhou it could be. From Grandpa Li's tone, Tang Lelè's family was clearly not ordinary.

Tang Qiangmin!

The Deputy Secretary of Jiangzhou City!

This name flashed in Wang Cheng's mind.

Tang Lelè smiled obediently and said, "Grandpa Li, it wasn't my grandfather who sent me. It was Xiao Cheng who asked me to come."

Grandpa Li looked at Wang Cheng, who smiled wryly, knowing he had taken on a troublesome task, but didn't realize how big a trouble it was. "I met Sister Lelè on the way here. She asked me to help her grandfather, who has hemiplegia due to a stroke. I suggested she come to ask you, and then she came."

"You were always mischievous as a child. Now you're still scheming. You can't bully Xiao Cheng."

Grandpa Li held Wang Cheng's wrist, checking his pulse, and looked at Tang Lelè: "Your grandfather's condition is difficult. I've heard about it. Even if I go, there's not much I can do."

He had heard about it but hadn't gone, indicating that the Tang family hadn't invited him or that there was something unknown between him and the "stubborn old man."

As he spoke, Grandpa Li glanced at Wang Cheng, seemingly guessing if he had any solutions.

Wang Cheng quickly shook his head: "Grandpa Li, don't look at me. I can't do anything about that brain condition. Just check if my pulse is really better."

In the morning, Wang Cheng had checked his own pulse, confirming it had returned to normal and was even stronger than yesterday. During his run, he maintained the ninth level of breathing without any decline, keeping his internal energy in a high state of activity. Even walking to the ancient street, he felt no discomfort, a feat even ordinary martial artists couldn't achieve. Maintaining such a high state of energy for a long time would be too much for the internal organs to handle, so martial artists usually only did it during combat to maximize their power.

But Wang Cheng's face was not flushed, and he wasn't out of breath, indicating his body was stronger than most martial artists, with abundant energy and active organs.

His congenital heart disease was truly cured.

Grandpa Li carefully checked his pulse, looked at Wang Cheng's face, which was clear and energetic, with a steady breath, and nodded, smiling: "It's really fine. It seems even the heavens don't want to see a genius die young. Your pulse is even better than yesterday. Xiao Cheng, you're really fine. I heard your school grades aren't good. Have you considered my suggestion from yesterday?"

Wang Yuan yuan, hearing Grandpa Li confirm her brother's condition was truly cured, smiled, tightly gripping his fingers and glaring at Tang Lelè.

Tang Lelè, surprised by Wang Yuan yuan's glare, didn't pay much attention, focusing instead on what Grandpa Li said. She quickly asked, "Grandpa Li, you mean Xiao Cheng's condition is cured? His congenital heart disease is cured?"

Tang Lelè was truly shocked. This wasn't a joke. Congenital heart disease being cured? Apart from a heart transplant, there were no other methods, and even a transplant could go wrong, possibly leading to an earlier death. Even if successful, it would still have hidden risks, preventing a normal life.

She had always regretted Wang Cheng's condition, asking her teachers and classmates in Donghai City if it could be treated, but the answer was always no. If it was mild, one could live longer, and if the body was strong, one could live a normal life for fifty to sixty years.

But if the heart started to weaken early, living for thirty years was already good.

Now, hearing Grandpa Li say Wang Cheng's condition was cured, how could she not be surprised?

"Xiao Cheng, your condition is really cured? Was it cured by Grandpa Li?"

Tang Lelè immediately thought of Grandpa Li, a renowned national-level doctor in traditional Chinese medicine.

She knew she couldn't get Grandpa Li to come, so she asked Wang Cheng to help her grandfather, knowing her grandfather wouldn't want Grandpa Li to treat him.

Grandpa Li quickly shook his head: "Not me. I've been looking for a solution for a long time but couldn't find one. It was Xiao Cheng who cured himself."

Tang Lelè's eyes sparkled, staring at Wang Cheng as if she wanted to eat him: "Xiao Cheng, you really cured your own congenital heart disease? You must help me cure my grandfather. I'll do anything for you."

"Hmph, my brother doesn't want you."

Wang Yuan yuan huffed, glaring at Tang Lelè.

Tang Lelè immediately realized her words were inappropriate, coughing awkwardly, her face turning red, feeling quite depressed. She hadn't expected to say such a thing.

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