Ye Qiu’s single word, “Yes,” sent a shock through the God of War.
“Ye Qiu, what did you just say? Say it again.”
Even though the God of War had weathered countless storms as the commander of the Underworld Palace, his emotions were visibly stirred at this moment.
After all, he had been confined to a wheelchair for decades and had long given up hope of ever walking again. Yet, Ye Qiu’s words reignited a glimmer of hope.
Ye Qiu looked at the God of War and said earnestly, “Sir, I can treat your leg condition.”
Instantly, the God of War’s breathing became slightly labored. “Ye Qiu, are you just saying this to make me happy? Are you lying to me?”
“Sir, I am a doctor. A doctor’s fundamental duty is to be honest with their patients,” Ye Qiu reiterated. “I can treat your legs.”
Tang Fei was also overjoyed and urged, “Ye Qiu, if you can treat it, then hurry up and start the treatment.”
Ye Qiu said, “Although I can treat it, there’s a ‘but’…”
“But what?” the God of War asked anxiously.
“But I can’t guarantee that you’ll be cured immediately,” Ye Qiu said. “I can only try.”
“Try! Try right now!”
The God of War was eager. He had been in a wheelchair for decades and had dreamed of standing up again.
This feeling was akin to a man who had been single for thirty years, yearning to finally get married.
Ye Qiu nodded, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and then grasped the God of War’s right leg, beginning to massage it.
After ten minutes, Ye Qiu asked, “Sir, do you feel anything?”
“No,” the God of War shook his head.
Ye Qiu remained calm and then grabbed the God of War’s left leg, applying pressure as he massaged it. After a few minutes, he asked again, “Do you feel anything now?”
The God of War shook his head again. “Still nothing.”
Ye Qiu explained, “Your legs were severely injured, and later you developed ALS, which caused nerve damage and muscle atrophy. Over time, you lost sensation.”
“I just massaged both of your legs, and the results show that massage alone is ineffective.”
The God of War said, “In the beginning, I had military doctors massage my legs daily. It felt quite comfortable, but gradually, I lost sensation, so I stopped bothering them.”
“Actually, you should have continued with the daily massages. While it wouldn’t have allowed you to stand, massage promotes blood circulation, improves damaged nerves, and could even restore some sensation.”
“But it’s too late for that now.”
Ye Qiu took out a golden needle and instructed, “Tang Fei, get me some medical cotton swabs.”
“Wait a moment,” Tang Fei said, running out of the room. He returned two minutes later with a box of cotton swabs and handed them to Ye Qiu. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu nodded, then added, “Also, get me some disinfectant alcohol.”
Tang Fei grumbled, “Why didn’t you say that earlier? I could have brought the alcohol and cotton swabs together. Now you’re making me run twice.”
Ye Qiu grinned. “I just wanted to experience what it’s like to boss around the Chief of Staff of the Underworld Palace.”
You jerk!
Tang Fei glared at Ye Qiu and asked, “Do you need anything else? Say it all at once.”
Ye Qiu smiled. “Nothing else for now.”
Tang Fei quickly left the room and returned shortly with the disinfectant alcohol.
“Long Ye, don’t just stand there. Help me sterilize the golden needles,” Ye Qiu assigned another task to Long Ye.
Soon, the golden needles were sterilized.
Ye Qiu held a five-inch-long golden needle between his fingers and inserted it into the God of War’s right knee. “Sir, do you feel anything now?”
“No.”
Ye Qiu removed the needle and took another five-inch-long golden needle, inserting it into the same spot. “How about now?”
“Still nothing.”
Ye Qiu’s expression grew serious. The God of War’s condition was more severe than he had anticipated.
He removed the needle from the God of War’s right knee and replaced it with a seven-inch-long golden needle, thinner than a strand of hair.
Ye Qiu swiftly inserted the needle into the God of War’s right knee, targeting the exact same spot as before.
“Sir, do you feel anything now?” Ye Qiu asked again.
The God of War shook his head. After three needle insertions, he still felt nothing—not even the pain of the needle piercing his skin. “Ye Qiu, don’t waste your effort…”
Before the God of War could finish, Ye Qiu suddenly bent his right index finger and flicked the end of the golden needle.
“Buzz!”
The needle vibrated rapidly, emitting a humming sound.
“How about now?” Ye Qiu asked again.
“Still nothing… Wait!” The God of War suddenly exclaimed, “I feel something.”
“What do you feel?”
“It’s like a warm current flowing through, warm and comfortable,” the God of War said.
Ye Qiu finally smiled.
His biggest concern had been that the nerves in the God of War’s legs were completely dead, which would have made treatment nearly impossible.
After several attempts, the God of War’s legs finally showed sensation, indicating that the nerves were damaged but not entirely dead.
This meant there was a significant chance of recovery.
Ye Qiu took another seven-inch-long golden needle and inserted it into the God of War’s left knee using the same technique. He flicked the needle, and it hummed.
“Do you feel anything?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Yes,” the God of War said. “But it’s different from the right leg. The right leg has a warm current, while this leg has a cold sensation, very cold.”
Ye Qiu smiled. “I now have a fifty percent certainty that I can cure you.”
“Really?” The God of War’s eyes lit up.
Ye Qiu smiled but didn’t answer. He then took two more golden needles and inserted them into the Yongquan acupoints on the soles of the God of War’s feet.
Strangely, the needle on the left foot went in smoothly, but the one on the right foot only penetrated about a centimeter before hitting something.
Ye Qiu lowered his head and activated his “Heavenly Eye.” Instantly, his vision penetrated the God of War’s foot, and he saw a shrapnel embedded in the Yongquan acupoint.
It appeared the shrapnel had been there for a long time, fused with the flesh.
Ye Qiu withdrew the needle from the right foot’s Yongquan acupoint and asked, “Sir, do you feel anything in your left foot?”
“Yes, a cold sensation,” the God of War said.
“Good,” Ye Qiu said. “Now I have a seventy percent certainty of curing you. As for getting you to stand, I am one hundred percent confident.”
Hearing this, the God of War was overjoyed.
Ye Qiu continued, “The treatment will take a few days, but I have urgent matters to attend to right now. Sir, once I’ve handled those, I’ll return to treat you. Is that acceptable?”
“Of course,” the God of War said. “Ye Qiu, the matter you need to handle—is it about Bai Bing’s marriage?”
“Yes,” Ye Qiu admitted.
The God of War’s expression immediately turned serious. “Tang Fei, Long Ye, both of you step out. I need to speak with Ye Qiu alone.”
“Remember, no one is to come near this room.”
“Anyone who disobeys will be dealt with on the spot!”
