Chapter 97: Chapter 94 Qigong Massage Method
Huo Sining hadn’t expected Huang Chengyi’s mood to change so swiftly; she had only tentatively broached the subject, yet the old man’s smile had vanished completely. Hearing Huang Chengyi speak so pessimistically, Huo Sining felt both anxious and frustrated. She wanted to say something more but was blocked by Huang Jialin.
Although Huang Chengyi appeared kind, his illnesses had tormented him for half of his life. The very topic of treatment that Huo Sining had brought up touched upon his greatest vulnerability; any mention of his illness would irritate him.
Huang Hongying, also worried that Huo Sining might feel embarrassed, hastily smoothed things over, “Dad, Sining is just trying to be kind. I see you seem a bit tired; why not let her give you a massage? Even if it doesn’t cure the illness, it could at least relieve some fatigue.”
Huang Chengyi didn’t mince words with others, but he had a soft spot for his youngest daughter, Huang Hongying. Hearing her speak, he puffed up his beard and glared somewhat unhappily, but eventually, he didn’t meet her eyes and bowed his head without speaking.
Huang Hongying found his obstinate attitude amusing and quickly gestured with her eyes for Huo Sining to step forward. Huo Sining smiled gratefully at Huang Hongying, then pursed her lips and approached Huang Chengyi.
Having been paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair for decades, Huang Chengyi’s legs had atrophied into skin and bone with veins protruding. Seeing such frail legs, Huo Sining’s expression turned from casual to solemn.
She had treated angelfish, dolphins, and pythons, and had even tended to gunshot wounds for Gu Xu, but she had never dealt with a condition like the old gentleman’s, characterized by nerve paralysis and muscle atrophy.
Looking at the elderly man whose spirits had faded with age, Huo Sining silently made up her mind. She was determined to find a way to cure the old man’s physical ailments. That was the only thing she could do for him now. She hoped to fulfill this sole wish of the old man: to stand on his own two feet and walk again, to face life with a healthy and positive attitude.
With that in mind, Huo Sining’s gaze grew serious. She placed her hands on the old man’s knees, summoning her utmost caution and full concentration as she started to massage his legs, feigning the motions of kneading his acupoints.
During this process, she quietly channeled strands of Spiritual Energy as fine as silk to the center of her palms.
The old man’s legs were so emaciated it made it easier for Huo Sining to locate his pulse, clear and visible under the shrunken skin.
The elder was very weak, and Huo Sining worried that too much Spiritual Energy might overstimulate his heart and throw off the balance in his body, so she only allowed a bit of the energy to seep into his flesh, following the winding pulse upward.
Soon, the Spiritual Energy encountered resistance at the waist, where the pathways suddenly became blocked and fragmented.
It seemed this was the crux of the problem; neuronal breakage and damage were causing the paralysis of his lower body.
Huo Sining furrowed her brow, focusing intently as she directed the Spiritual Energy toward one of the neurons, quickly clearing the congested blood vessels and gradually aiding the healing of the severed neurons.
This was just one attempt by Huo Sining, and she wasn’t sure if she could fully heal the old man, but now it seemed that theoretically, as long as she could repair all the fractured blood vessels and neurons in his lower body, it was possible for the old man to stand again.
However, Huo Sining was also aware of the enormous workload involved. Just healing that one neuron had taken a full half-hour, and even she, who rarely sweated, had begun to perspire despite her cautious use of Spiritual Energy.
But knowing that the old man’s ailment was treatable, Huo Sining’s expression finally eased.
The Spiritual Energy glowed green. Huo Sining dared not release too much, and the thin wisps emerging from her palm were indeed inconspicuous, going unnoticed by others.
But Huang Chengyi, as the experiencer of the Spiritual Energy, was astonished and his eyes widened.
Although the amount of Spiritual Energy Huo Sining infused into his body wasn’t much, as someone experiencing the Spiritual Energy, when it burst through the obstruction and reached his waist, he could feel a cool energy rampaging around his waist and hip bones, both tingling and itchy.
However, Huang Chengyi didn’t feel uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, he was extremely excited. For so many years, he had seen countless doctors, both traditional Chinese and Western, each claiming to be the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, but not a single one could offer an effective remedy for his condition.
At first, Huang Chengyi didn’t believe a word Huo Sining said about Qigong Massage, dismissing it as a trick similar to those of charlatans and quacks found in the marketplace. But he could never have imagined that this deceptive trick would actually make him feel his lower body again!
Huang Chengyi’s entire body stiffened, and he suddenly grabbed Huo Sining’s arm, shocked and somewhat in disbelief, his voice hoarsely calling out, “Girl…”
Seeing Huang Chengyi’s excited and intense reaction, several onlookers who didn’t know what had happened rushed over anxiously and asked, “Are you alright? What’s the matter?!”
Huang Chengyi pushed the others away with one hand but stubbornly held onto Huo Sining’s hand without wanting to let go, his grip tight and strong.
Huo Sining knew the old man was anxious and uneasy, so even though her wrist hurt from being held, she didn’t pull her arm away from him.
“Girl, just now… your granduncle seemed to feel something, right?” Huang Chengyi’s lips trembled, his eyes fixed intently on Huo Sining as if he were terrified that what just happened was nothing but a dream, and he was eager to hear a confirmation from Huo Sining’s own mouth.
Huo Sining pursed her lips, her eyes carrying a hint of a smile, “Uncle, don’t get too excited, what just happened was real, it wasn’t your imagination.”
The others beside them were stunned upon hearing this, Huang Hongying and a few others exchanged glances, puzzled, not understanding what had just happened that made the old master so agitated.
Huang Chengyi’s eyes instantly teared up, but his hands still held tightly onto Huo Sining’s arm, “Girl, you… give your granduncle a straight answer, can your damned massage cure my ailment?”
The old man looked at her full of hope, his gaze anxious, as if no one else around him mattered, his attention solely on Huo Sining’s eyes.
Huo Sining’s heart couldn’t bear to let the old man suffer any longer, and she nodded with a smile, “It will heal, rest assured, I can cure your illness!”
No sooner had Huo Sining finished speaking than the old man’s eyes brimmed with tears, while a look of disbelief also appeared in the others’ eyes.
Huang Chengxin was completely stunned, his gaze sharper than ever, seemingly afraid that Huo Sining was lying just to comfort them. His voice shaking, he asked, “Huo girl, are you telling the truth?! Are you sure?”