In the consultation room, the elderly lady was still unaware that her great-grandson had been healed, and at that moment, she was on the verge of collapse.
"Is there really no other way? Why did Mr. Song say he could cure him? They say three cobblers with their wits combined are better than Zhuge Liang himself, yet you, more than a dozen top doctors, can’t think of anything other than amputation. It’s just a fracture, a fracture..."
Faced with the elderly lady’s questioning, the attending physician and the experts were at a loss for words, helpless.
The attending physician Xian Chen said, "Otherwise, Madam, why don’t you ask Mr. Song to take action?"
Actually, Xian Chen didn’t want to amputate the child’s limb either, especially since the child was no ordinary person. In the future, there was a royal succession waiting for him. If they proceeded with an amputation, they could not bear the thunderous fury of the child’s father...
How could the elderly lady not want that?
But the other party wanted to exploit the situation!
At that moment, a young, tender voice approached from afar.
The little fella, like a whirlwind, burst into the consultation room from outside: "Great-grandma, Great-grandma, this young master is all better! This young master doesn’t hurt anymore! HAHAHA..."
"My little treasure, are you really better?"
Seeing her great-grandson bouncing around alive and well, the elderly lady couldn’t believe her eyes, almost in a daze.
"Great-grandma, this young master doesn’t feel any pain at all now. The bad woman fixed me up. Dad was right, a child gets better with a spanking."
The little guy was quite full of himself!
The elderly lady cried tears of joy, asking the bodyguard who followed in: "What happened? Who healed my little treasure?"
The bodyguard shook his head and said, "Madam, the young master must have encountered a bone-setting expert. We didn’t see the person. After she healed the young master, she left. Based on the description, it was a young woman. It might have been... Song Pianlan?"
In A Country, there were few experts skilled in the already declining art of traditional medicine. Besides Mr. Song’s granddaughter Song Pianlan, who else could it be?
Yet the little fella hummed, "It wasn’t her!"
Surprised and curious, the attending physician Xian Chen asked, "If it wasn’t her, then how was he healed?"
The little guy bragged mischievously, clenched his little fist, and mimicked the bad woman’s action towards his leg’s fracture: "Just , she smacked me hard. Dad was right, a child needs to be spanked to become tougher."
Is it really that simple?
They had studied hard for decades, only to be outdone by someone else’s fist?
Xian Chen and the experts were all stunned; if it wasn’t someone from the Song Family taking action, they wouldn’t believe it even if they were killed!
The elderly lady didn’t believe it either.
But the little guy took out his phone, pointing to the matchmaking news on it, and showing Si Mingjing, who was being criticized by the whole internet: "Great-grandma, it was her!"
Xian Chen grabbed the phone. Staring at the girl in the photo, who was being criticized harshly online, he simply couldn’t believe it.
"Young master, you must be joking, right? As far as I know, this Si Mingjing just came from Prison Star. Do you know what kind of place Prison Star is? It’s where people sentenced to death on Earth are sent to fend for themselves, to become pioneers and guinea pigs for extraterrestrial survival. They don’t even have basic clinics, let alone a hospital. Where would she have learned such remarkable traditional medicine skills? Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?"
The little guy was certain: "She’s going to be this young master’s woman! How could this young master mistake his own woman?"
Startled, Xian Chen asked, "How did she become your woman?"
The little guy haughtily smirked, "Since a life-saving favor must be repaid by pledging oneself, of course, this young master must repay any debt of gratitude!"