Upon seeing Ling Zhenfei, He Yun merely greeted him, without saying much. Qiu Qing, meeting Ling Zhenfei again, showed a hint of guilt, clearly feeling remorseful about how Ling Zhenfei was driven away last time.

When Ling Zhenfei was chased away last time, Qiu Qing hadn't said a word. His attitude was extremely important; without expressing his position, he essentially acquiesced to treating Ling Zhenfei as a swindler and forced him out of the Qiu Family. Seeing Ling Zhenfei this time, he naturally felt very guilty.

Ling Zhenfei, on the other hand, didn't mind; being treated as a fraud wasn't new to him, but time would prove everything. Look, he had been invited back, which already spoke volumes.

First, Ling Zhenfei examined Qiu Qing's legs and found that after the last treatment, the tendons in Qiu Qing's legs had indeed recovered significantly, though not completely. After soaking in medicinal liquid, his legs were no longer as stiff and had become flexible—almost indistinguishable from those of a healthy person.

Ling Zhenfei took out his Silver Needle and began treating Qiu Qing with acupuncture. This session was different from the last; previously, Qiu Qing's legs had felt nothing, but this time it was different. Since his legs had regained sensation, he began to feel the pain of the needles.

After a round of treatment, Ling Zhenfei inserted dozens of Silver Needles into Qiu Qing's legs, targeting every acupoint. Once the needles were in place, Ling Zhenfei began channeling his Northern Spiritual Energy into them. It moved through Qiu Qing's legs, from top to bottom, piercing through his meridians in a few passes. Finally, Ling Zhenfei heaved a sigh of relief.

After collecting his Silver Needles, it was already noon. After a whole morning of treatment, Ling Zhenfei had completely repaired the meridians in Qiu Qing's legs. Although it had consumed quite a bit of his energy, curing Qiu Qing's legs was truly worth the effort.

"Divine Doctor Brother, how is it?" Qiu Qian had been waiting by the side. Seeing Ling Zhenfei finishing up, she asked eagerly in a low voice.

Ling Zhenfei nodded slightly, "It should be fine now. The meridians in the legs are completely unblocked. The rest is just a matter of recuperation time."

While speaking, Ling Zhenfei gently touched Qiu Qing's legs and began to move them slowly, "How does it feel? Do you feel anything?"

As his legs moved, the expression on Qiu Qing's face changed with the motion.

"I can feel it, I can truly feel that I can control my legs."

Qiu Qing shouted excitedly, tears falling down instantly. He had waited so long for this moment and it had finally come true. Although he couldn't yet get out of bed and walk, the sensations were very real. He hadn't felt this way in a very long time.

"Dad, are you really better?" Qiu Qian was naturally very happy, even seeming more pleased than Qiu Qing himself.

"Yes, it's the same feeling I had when my legs were good before; it can't be wrong. I've felt it many times in my dreams."

"Divine Doctor Brother, when can my dad start walking?"

"Even though Uncle Qiu's illness is cured, the newly repaired meridians are still delicate and require some more time to recover. Continue soaking in the medicinal liquid for some time, and I believe soon the legs will have strength."

"So does that mean my dad will be able to get out of bed and walk after some time?"

Ling Zhenfei shook his head, "Uncle Qiu hasn't been out of bed for many years. Even after some time and he can get out of bed, he probably needs to learn how to walk again."

"It doesn't matter. As long as the illness is cured, there won't be any problems."

"Mr. Qiu, you truly are the Divine Doctor, our entire family must properly thank you."

The speaker was He Yun, who hadn't spoken since the beginning, merely watching from the side with little change in her expression, maintaining her elegant demeanor. When she suddenly spoke now, it was polite and impeccably graceful.

"Yes, Mr. Qiu, our whole family thanks you," Qiu Qing added.

Due to being bedridden for a long time, Qiu Qing certainly wasn't as capable of handling matters as He Yun. It was hard to imagine how He Yun had managed during this lengthy period.

"Divine Doctor Brother, my grandfather has prepared a meal in the front courtyard and invites you over," said Qiu Qian.

Ling Zhenfei happened to have matters to discuss with Old Master Qiu and didn't decline, heading to the front courtyard with Qiu Qian.

"Qiu Qian, I have a doubt, and I'm not sure if I should ask."

"Divine Doctor Brother, what could you possibly have to ask that you can't ask me? Just say what's on your mind," Qiu Qian replied with a smiling face, clearly in a very good mood with Qiu Qing's illness cured.

"It's like this, why do I always feel that your mother, He Yun, doesn't seem very concerned about Uncle Qiu's illness? She also doesn't seem very happy that he's getting better. I just can't figure out why."

Ling Zhenfei thought it might be because Qiu Qing had been bedridden for so long that He Yun's feelings for her husband had diminished, hence her behavior. But this was just a speculation; out of curiosity, he wanted to ask Qiu Qian.

On hearing the question, Qiu Qian's excitement clearly diminished, and she said in a somewhat subdued voice, "Of course, she cares, but her focus is different from mine. I want to see my dad get better, but she doesn't want my dad to recover."

Ling Zhenfei was stunned by Qiu Qian's words, hardly believing his own ears.

At that moment, Qiu Qian leaned closer to Ling Zhenfei and whispered, "Divine Doctor Brother, I didn't want others to know about this, but since you've noticed, I will tell you—He Yun isn't my biological mother."

"What?" exclaimed Ling Zhenfei, taken aback.

He had been bewildered; both He Yun and Qiu Qian were exceptionally beautiful, and he had thought that Qiu Qian had inherited her looks from He Yun. It was shocking to learn that Qiu Qian wasn't He Yun's biological daughter; had someone else told him this, Ling Zhenfei would have surely not believed it.

"That's right, she's not my biological mother. My real mother passed away when I was very young. He Yun married my father afterwards. You mentioned she doesn't seem that concerned about my dad—it's only natural. My dad had a car accident not long after marrying her, and then he's been sick for ten years. After such a long time, how much affection could she have for my dad?"

Indeed, under such circumstances, how long could a woman's affection for a man last? That was truly hard to say.

"After my dad's car accident ten years ago, some of the family businesses that he was in charge of have been managed by He Yun. If my dad's legs were to heal, then our Qiu Family's business would likely be managed by him again. Both publicly and privately, He Yun wouldn't want my dad to recover so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Ling Zhenfei understood. The last sentence Qiu Qian said was the most important: it was all about interests, driven entirely by benefits. In ten years, He Yun ran a company, making many contributions, but the benefits she derived were even greater. Anyone who had managed a company for ten years would be unhappy to hand it over to someone else.

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