Inside the Xie family's steam room, preparations had been completed.
Xie Yuchang lay on a special energy stone bed, while Nan Huang was in the process of inserting acupuncture needles into him.
She held a silver needle in her hand, lightly pricking, twisting, and gently vibrating it.
Wanyu watched Nan Huang's skilled techniques with astonishment. "Mom, what's going on?" Xie Ziran asked.
Wanyu shook her head and replied, "Over the years, in order to treat your father, I've learned a lot about medical practices. The long illness has made me quite knowledgeable. Even in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, I've learned a lot."
Xie Ziran, watching Nan Huang's fluid movements, asked, "Mom, is there something wrong with Nan Huang's technique?"
"No, there's nothing wrong," Wanyu replied. "If you understand traditional Chinese medicine, you'll know that there's a lost acupuncture technique called 'Nine Dragons Burning the Mountain.' I found it mentioned in ancient texts, and it's said to be able to use a single powerful needle strike to open up the lower body's sensory function in disabled individuals. This powerful technique is called 'Nine Dragons Burning the Mountain.' During that time, I went to great lengths to search for this technique all over the country but was told it had long been lost. I never expected... I truly never expected..."
Wanyu was overwhelmed with emotion and held Xie Ziran's hand. "Your father finally has hope. Real hope."
Nan Huang continued to insert needles, and Xie Yuchang's face turned red with intense sensations.
"Uncle, if it becomes too much to bear, please let me know," Nan Huang advised.
Xie Yuchang clenched a piece of cloth in his mouth, his face contorted in pain, but he shook his head.
He could feel it, the rush of energy flowing down his body, and he even felt some sensation returning to his legs.
As long as he could stand again, what was a little pain worth?
The whole family watched Xie Yuchang nervously. Suddenly, he raised his head.
Nan Huang quickly removed the nine needles from his body and checked his condition.
"How is he?" Wanyu had full confidence in Nan Huang by now, but she was still anxious. "Nan Huang, how is your uncle?"
"It went very smoothly," Nan Huang replied, lifting her bright eyes. She was filled with joy as she looked at Xie Yuchang. "Uncle, it went very smoothly!"
Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchang closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wanyu was overjoyed and grasped Nan Huang's hand. "Is it true? Is it really healed?"
Nan Huang replied, "When your uncle wakes up tomorrow, he should be able to wiggle his toes and feel pain. However, since he has been bedridden for so long, he still needs some time to regain his muscle strength in his legs."
"I understand that. I really do." Tears welled up in Wanyu's eyes. "I'm just so overwhelmed. I'm sorry for being so emotional."
Xie Ziran still had some doubts. He hadn't seen his father move his legs, so he remained skeptical.
He held Wanyu's hand and said, "Mom, Nan Huang must be tired. Let her rest."
"Of course, of course." Wanyu immediately agreed. "Nan Huang, you should go rest in your room."
Nan Huang returned to her bedroom, took a shower, and lay down on her bed.
She took out her phone and stared at a particular phone number.
Mr. Rong.
Rong Feng.
The man who had caused her heartache and guilt for over a decade.
She felt genuine anger now.
How could he have the audacity to contact her now?
As she was about to delete his contact from her phone, she heard some commotion outside the villa. She pulled back the curtains and saw the housekeepers and servants heading towards the guest hall.
"Are there important guests at home? The atmosphere seems quite grand." Nan Huang muttered to herself, "Are they significant guests?"
Curiosity piqued, she put on her pink plush slippers and descended the stairs.
She passed through the garden and reached the guest hall, where she saw a very familiar figure - Mr. Rong, dressed in a suit, engaging in a lively conversation with Xie Tang.
"..."
Yang Bo immediately noticed Nan Huang's arrival and waved at her, calling out, "Miss!"
Then, Nan Huang noticed the pile of luxurious gifts beside them.
Rong Feng had clearly seen Nan Huang approaching, but he didn't lift his head. He continued talking and smiling with Xie Tang, saying, "I've learned about the difficulties facing the Xie family. Rong Corporation can help the Xie family overcome these challenges."
Xie Tang looked surprised. "Is Mr. Rong willing to help?"
"Of course," Rong Feng replied. "The Xie family has the potential to rise again. All Rong Corporation needs to do is provide some assistance. We can cooperate, and this will benefit both the Xie and Rong families."
Xie Tang hesitated. "What exactly is Mr. Rong proposing?"
Rong Feng said firmly, "Rong Corporation will assist the Xie family in securing the West City Hydropower Project."
Nan Huang stared at Rong Feng, her eyes locked onto him for a long moment. Rong Feng felt her gaze but didn't lift his head. He kept talking to Xie Tang.
At this point, Xie Tang, who had been hesitant, finally made up his mind. "The Xie family has no reason to refuse. Since Mr. Rong is willing to help, we accept."
Nan Huang continued to scrutinize Rong Feng, who lowered his head in guilt.
Nan Huang then turned her gaze to Xie Tang. "Grandpa, this is...?"
Xie Tang considered for a moment and said, "Since this is something you approve of, then it's settled."
Nan Huang stared at Rong Feng for a while longer. "Grandpa, you know what Mr. Rong is offering is significant. What's the real reason behind his willingness to help?"
Rong Feng was apologetic and lowered his head even further.
Nan Huang turned to Xie Tang again. "Grandpa, Rong Feng is now my boyfriend. Whatever he gives that you don't object to, you can accept."
(End of this chapter)
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