"Brother-in-law, I’ll just eat what you make; otherwise, if I eat what my sister makes, I’m really afraid I’ll get food poisoning!"
Ye Yashi pursed her lips as she spoke.
"Is it that bad? Aren’t there other dishes?"
Ye Yaxin, who felt insulted, picked up her chopsticks and tried a few more dishes, only to spit them out onto the dining table immediately, her face full of embarrassment.
Xiao Yifeng smiled, "You’ve never cooked before, so it’s inevitable that your first attempt isn’t quite successful. I’ll go and make some noodles for you!"
Twenty minutes later, Xiao Yifeng brought out three bowls of steaming beef noodles.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Ye Yashi took a whiff of the beef noodles and was immediately seduced by the fragrance. She eagerly picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
Xiao Yifeng placed another bowl in front of Ye Yaxin. Her eyes flickered as she began to eat, and she soon couldn’t stop.
Xiao Yifeng watched the two ladies enjoying their meal with a smile on his face, and the atmosphere became very harmonious.
Meanwhile, in Yanjing, in a high-class ward of a hospital reserved for government officials and military personnel, a large group of people had gathered.
The majority of them were top medical professors from China, all congregated there, frowning deeply as they looked at Yaan Wuheng lying in the hospital bed.
"Wuheng, don’t worry. With the three National Physicians here, you’ll definitely recover!"
Yaan Yanjun stood by the bed, comforting Yaan Wuheng.
Yaan Wuheng nodded. All his hopes now rested on the three National Physicians. If they couldn’t cure him, he would be completely finished.
At this moment, the door to the ward opened, and an elderly man with graying hair and a robust physique, dressed in a gray Chinese-style tunic, entered with steady and forceful steps.
His countenance was solemn, exuding authority, and his whole body radiated an intense aura of a superior, his tiger-like eyes fierce, enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine at just one glance.
However, this elder was filled with intense anger, his face dark and his eyes flickering with raging fire, and he was none other than Yaan Wuheng’s grandfather, Yaan Jianye, who once saved Elder Shen.
Accompanying Yaan Jianye was another elderly man in a white robe, his gray hair hanging long, with a long beard, and a benevolent appearance, holding a box in his hand.
"Dad, Physician Yun, you’ve arrived!"
Yaan Yanjun greeted the two men as they entered.
Yaan Wuheng, upon seeing Yaan Jianye, called out immediately.
"Wuheng, how are you feeling?"
Yaan Jianye, seeing the pitiful state of his grandson, had his eyes filled with sorrow and deep-seated anger.
"Damn it! Who did this? Who was so vicious as to hurt you ?"
Yaan Jianye roared with anger.
"Dad, please don’t get too agitated. Let’s have Physician Yun check Wuheng’s injuries first!"
Yaan Yanjun hurriedly interjected.
"Right, Physician Yun, please examine my grandson Wuheng quickly!"
Yaan Jianye came to his senses, and quickly addressed the bearded, benevolent-looking elder beside him, who was none other than Yun Xiu, the Pavilion Lord of Heavenly Medicine Pavilion and one of China’s three great National Physicians.
The three National Physicians represented the pinnacle of Chinese traditional medicine. They were regarded as the North Star in the medical community, commanding respect and admiration from all scholars of Chinese medicine.
Moreover, the title of National Physician was personally conferred by the top leader of China, signifying that their medical expertise had reached a towering level.
Having heard Yaan Jianye’s words, Yun Xiu nodded and walked to the sickbed, lifting the blanket from Yaan Wuheng’s body to carefully examine his injuries.
However, the more Yun Xiu inspected, the deeper his brow furrowed.
Seeing Yun Xiu’s knitted brows, both Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun began to feel increasingly anxious and nervous.
After a thorough examination, Yun Xiu stopped.
"National Physician, how is my son’s injury, can it be healed?"
Anxiously, Yaan Yanjun looked to Yun Xiu and hurriedly asked, while both Wuheng and Yaan Jianye turned their gazes toward him.
Yun Xiu first let out a soft sigh before saying, "Your young master’s limbs have all been crushed by a formidable external force; the bones have been shattered into pieces, and the cells and nerves of the limbs have suffered extensive damage. The assailant clearly intended to completely disable his limbs, the attack was utterly ruthless!"
Upon hearing Yun Xiu’s words, the faces of both Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun grew exceedingly grim and ugly.
"Is there a way to heal him, National Physician?"
Yaan Jianye asked in a grave tone, looking at Yun Xiu.
"Complete recovery is impossible, I can only rely on my specially-made medicinal solution and some precious herbs to help the crushed bones in his limbs heal again. Then, you’ll need to enlist Elder Hua to perform some acupuncture on him, stimulating the dead cells and nerves. By doing so, his limbs could regain the capacity to move."
Yun Xiu spoke indifferently.
"But what about my strength, will I be able to train and practice martial arts again?"
Yaan Wuheng suddenly asked.
"You should not even think about practicing martial arts anymore. Although your limbs will be able to move again, you certainly cannot compare to before. You won’t even manage running or jumping, and your hands will basically only be able to hold some light things. You cannot touch anything heavy or exert much force."
Yun Xiu looked at Yaan Wuheng and said.
"Then have I not become a useless person who can do nothing!"
Desperation and pain flashed in Yaan Wuheng’s eyes.
For someone who practices martial arts, becoming completely powerless is undoubtedly the most agonizing fate.
Yaan Wuheng grew up in the military and after more than a decade of grueling practice, he had achieved the peak of the Transformative Energy Stage. Among Yanjing’s younger generation, he was considered a top-notch expert.
Now, however, he had become a cripple overnight, which he found almost too much to bear, and it gave him a sense of collapse.
The faces of Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun, upon hearing Yun Xiu’s words, were just as ugly. Coming from a military family, Yaan Wuheng was the future heir of the Yaan Family.
If the future heir of the Yaan Family were to become a powerless cripple, it would surely be the laughingstock of Yanjing’s major families once the word got out.
Thinking of this, both father and son, Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun, bore an exceptionally somber look, with thick fury flashing in their eyes.
"National Physician, is there really no other method for my child to fully recover? As long as there’s a way, my Yaan Family is willing to pay any price."
Yaan Yanjun spoke with some reluctance.
"No, this is already the best outcome. Even if you brought Elder Hua and Elder Sunx here, the result would be the same, unless..."
Both Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun fixed their gaze on Yun Xiu, their eyes filled with a hint of hope.
"Unless you can get the Medicine King Valley of the Martial Arts World to personally take action, to refine an elixir that can reconstruct the skeleton. Perhaps in that way, your young master might have a chance to fully recover."
"How could that be possible?"
Hearing Yun Xiu’s words, Yaan Jianye and Yaan Yanjun once again sank into despair.