He didn’t mishear, did he?
The girl was talking about curing legs, right?
Jin Cengran was completely stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Could an inherited leg disease be cured?
After all, his leg disease was familial, and while not everyone in the family had it, the inheritance rate was not small.
Especially among the direct lineage, the inheritance rate was very high.
Within the direct lineage of the Jin Family for the past three generations, six had suffered from the leg disease: his grandfather, his father, his aunt, his younger uncle, himself, and his aunt’s second son.
In the entire direct lineage, there were only nine people alive with the Jin Family blood, and only three of them were normal, showing that the disease incidence was indeed high.
The complications of the leg disease varied among individuals; for him, his father, and his aunt, it was severe enough to require wheelchairs.
His grandfather and his younger uncle had a slight limp, and his younger cousin would sometimes appear normal but then be unable to walk.
This leg ailment had troubled the Jin Family for a long time, reportedly starting five hundred years ago, with each generation having a very high incidence.
When the leg disease first appeared, the ancestors of the Jin Family sought divine healers far and wide, and to this day, they had invited many divine healers, but still, no one had been able to cure it.
Jin Cengran’s leg disease began when he was sixteen, and since then, he had been in a wheelchair for a decade.
At first, he indeed could not accept the fact that he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, but gradually, Jin Cengran came to terms with reality.
From then on, Jin Cengran prepared himself to spend his days in the company of a wheelchair.
But now, what was he hearing?
The girl in front of him...she said she was going to cure his legs?
Looking at the girl in front of him, who spoke with a languid expression and an airy tone, Jin Cengran felt somewhat ambivalent.
If it were someone else, he would undoubtedly have cursed them for not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth.
Su Yunling was also slightly stunned, looking at Gu Zhiqi, who had unfolded his acupuncture package on the coffee table, and asked, "You’re going to treat the legs too?"
Su Yunling was aware of Jin Cengran’s familial leg disease and that no one had been able to cure it for many years.
But now, this child was...
After spreading out the acupuncture kit, Gu Zhiqi took out a pair of disposable sterile gloves and a small porcelain bottle from his bracelet.
Hearing Su Yunling’s question, Gu Zhiqi paused while unscrewing the cap of the small porcelain bottle, looking at Su Yunling in confusion, "When you asked me to check on him, didn’t that include his legs?"
If the legs were not to be treated, the pill prescription would have to be rewritten.
The pill prescription he had prepared this time was not only for healing internal injuries and restoring the foundation; it also included the treatment for his legs.
After a two-second silence, Su Yunling looked at Gu Zhiqi and said, "If it can be treated, naturally it’s included, but can you really cure it?"
"Certainly." Gu Zhiqi nodded.
As he spoke, he unscrewed the small porcelain bottle and placed it on the coffee table.
Observing Gu Zhiqi’s nonchalant demeanor, Su Yunling fell silent.
It seemed that she might have underestimated this child’s medical skills.
"Can you...really cure it?" Jin Cengran finally came back to his senses, his hands tightly gripping the wheelchair armrests, a slow-burning heat gently spreading in the depths of his eyes.
"Yes," Gu Zhiqi replied while focusing on putting on the sterile gloves.
As Jin Cengran listened to Gu Zhiqi’s response, his grip on the wheelchair suddenly tightened, and then his eyes were fixed directly on Gu Zhiqi.
"Is it...really possible?" Jin Cengran murmured to himself, looking down while sitting in the wheelchair.