At the beginning, everyone simply treated it as a bit of fun and didn’t take it too seriously. However, what they didn’t expect was that Chu Wuping was truly cured by Ji Yang.
Eyes turned in Chu Wuping’s direction one pair after another.
"Old Chu, are you really cured?" asked a classmate who had a pretty good relationship with Chu Wuping. He was aware of Chu Wuping’s condition—that his chronic cold leg would render him incapacitated whenever the wind blew or the rain fell, frequently interfering with his work. If his leg didn’t recover, he was considering retirement, and now it was said to be cured.
At this moment, Chu Wuping was visibly thrilled. He could feel that the leg, which had been terribly painful prior to treatment, genuinely had no issues now. Not only that, but his whole body felt incredibly comfortable, a sensation he hadn’t experienced for many years.
"Old Zheng, really, I’m cured. I know my own condition. Just a moment ago, I was in excruciating pain, and now I’m truly fine, not the slightest bit of pain," he said.
With that, he looked towards Ji Yang and said, "Ji, no words needed, I, Old Chu, owe you one. If you ever need anything, just tell me. I might not have much, but I still have some clout in the Ministry of Water Resources."
Ji Yang smiled and said, "As long as big brother is fine, that proves I wasn’t bragging, right?"
Chu Wuping addressed the crowd, "It’s not just me bragging, but Ji here has medical skills that many doctors can’t match. Old Zheng knows my situation. I’ve seen so many doctors for this leg, even some well-known ones, but none could heal me. Who would’ve thought Ji would cure me with just a drink and a silver needle!"
That classmate named Zheng Chonglin nodded and said, "What Old Chu said is true. His leg always acts up with the changing weather, and he said it was hurting a lot just before he came today. But Ji really cured him. Oh right, Ji, my back isn’t so great either, could you take a look?"
The latter sentence was directed at Ji Yang.
Then a classmate joked, "That’s because you have a weak kidney!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
"What’s wrong with a weak kidney? Who among you isn’t weak? Don’t tell me you can still go three hundred rounds?"
Zheng Chonglin, who could take a joke, shouted back at the crowd.
The mood suddenly turned awkward, and everyone started to feel a bit embarrassed. At their age, they weren’t really up to it anymore. When they were young, they didn’t have the opportunity, and now that they were older and opportunities abounded, unfortunately, their manhood wasn’t up to the task.
At this point, Ji Yang laughed and said, "That’s why I soaked a bottle of medicinal wine for health care a moment ago. If you’re not afraid, everyone can have a drink. I guarantee you’ll feel warm all over afterward."
This time, the skepticism had lessened.
Ji Fengcheng laughed and said, "I worked so hard, and then Old Chu went first. Now I need to have a drink and see for myself." As he spoke, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.
Seeing him drink, everyone found paper cups, poured wine, and started to savor it earnestly.
They had all tried fine wines before, but this time they drank with earnest interest.
After a little while, Ji Fengcheng praised, "I have to say, this wine is really good. After drinking it, the whole body feels warm."
Zheng Chonglin, after some time, also praised, "My waist feels warm too, and it’s actually very comfortable."
"It’s not just that, why do I feel like I could get back on the horse for a big battle?"
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Ji Yang said, "If you drink a small glass of this wine every day, you’ll feel quite energetic, and most importantly, it doesn’t damage your body like pills do. It’s a health-promoting wine."
"Such a good wine indeed!"
Some people didn’t speak, but they could feel the changes in their bodies. Even one or two who hadn’t been up to it for years felt a stirring after drinking the wine, to their sheer amazement. Their gaze towards the bottles of wine changed completely.
One of the classmates named Guo Dahe asked, "Ji, I have this insomnia problem that many people haven’t been able to cure. Could you help me treat it?"
Ji Yang said, "I’m not sure, but shall I give it a try?"
Guo Dahe quickly came forward.
When Ji Yang laid his hand on the other person’s head and looked inside, he said, "You’ve had a severe head injury, haven’t you?"
"That’s actually true. I was in a car accident once. I didn’t die, but I did have a severe head injury. How could you tell?"
Everyone was equally amazed, wondering how Ji Yang could even diagnose such a condition.
Ji Yang said, "After your injury, some nerves fused together. You just need to separate them. It would be difficult for other doctors, but I can use medicinal wine with silver needles to help dissolve them."
"Great, please treat me," Guo Dahe said, excited at the prospect of Ji Yang helping him with his problem.
Ji Yang once again mixed the medicinal wine.
This time, everyone felt less hesitant and began sharing their own ailments.
As they had reached their forties and fifties, everyone had their share of physical issues, which they now discussed without any reservations.
Ji Yang, seeing there were plenty of medicinal herbs, prepared a bottle of wine for each person.
Ji Fengcheng smiled and said, "It’s lucky we managed to get enough herbs, or we might not have had enough to go around."
Everyone laughed again.