Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 278: Go with the Flow

Uncle Lu’s perpetually furrowed brow finally relaxed, and he burst into hearty laughter, wiping away tears, unsure if they were from excitement or joy.

"This is killing me! Chen Baichuan actually got knocked out by you. It’s so funny, it makes my stomach hurt from laughing."

The Lu siblings were dumbstruck. Ever since their father got injured, they hadn’t seen him laugh for over a year, let alone laugh so loudly.

Lu Zhigang calmed down after a while, looking ashamed, and hugged Xu Xiangbei, saying, "Young brother, I’m truly ashamed. You’ve shown me how superficial I am. I’ve always heard that there’s always someone better, but I kept being stubborn. If you can heal my legs, my life will be yours from now on."

The most difficult illness to cure in this world is the illness of the heart, because it can’t be treated with medicine; a heart ailment requires a remedy for the heart.

If Lu Zhigang couldn’t have a more open mindset, even if his leg meridians were unblocked today, it wouldn’t do much good.

Since Lu Zhigang was already able to open up and willing to cooperate with the treatment, Xu Xiangbei intended to press on and take it a step further.

"Uncle Lu, I assure you, not only can I heal your legs, but I can also double the power of your Lu Family Fist. If you diligently practice according to my method, in less than half a year, you can defeat Chen Baichuan."

Lu Zhigang was so excited that his lips trembled, his voice quivering: "Really, young brother? I...I can’t kneel to you, Daan, Xiaomei, kneel for me to thank our benefactor."

"That won’t do."

This time, Xu Xiangbei was clever, quickly channeling inner strength into his hands, grabbing the arms of Lu Daan and Lu Xiaomei. No matter how hard the siblings tried, they couldn’t break free from Xu Xiangbei’s grip, let alone kneel.

"If you insist on kneeling, I won’t help treat your father’s legs."

Lu Xiaomei believed him and, with pitiful eyes, quickly waved her hands: "We won’t kneel, Dr. Xu, please don’t get angry."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, seeing that Lu Xiaomei was a straightforward girl, easy to appease. With a slightly intimidating tone, he said, "I’m not angry. You and Lu Daan go outside first. I’m going to administer the needles. The process will be painful, and Uncle Lu might scream a bit, so don’t come in and disturb me. Otherwise, it could affect my needling, and it’s very dangerous. Understood?"

The siblings exchanged a look and nodded knowingly.

Then Xu Xiangbei said to Lu Zhigang: "Uncle Lu, you must hold on. The needles I’m using are not ordinary. They condense qi into the needles. You need to cooperate with me, guide my needle insertion, and channel the inner strength into your body. Don’t try to resist, let everything happen naturally."

Needling Lu Zhigang was completely different from treating ordinary people because Lu Zhigang had his own inner strength.

If not explained clearly and he wasn’t guided, his own true qi would resist Xu Xiangbei’s inner strength, not only failing to achieve a therapeutic effect, but potentially causing inner conflict.

After all, Lu Zhigang was a martial artist. When Xu Xiangbei administered the needle, despite the intense pain, he gritted his teeth without screaming once, and cooperatively guided Xu Xiangbei’s reverse-needle inner strength to unblock his meridians.

About half an hour later, Xu Xiangbei withdrew, his back soaked with sweat, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that despite the significant loss of inner strength in the treatment, each time it was exhausted, it would grow. He wouldn’t have known otherwise, and now he was shocked.

Lu Zhigang, on the other hand, was sweating as if he were floating in water, his clothes and bedding soaked, and although he looked pale and endured the pain, his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He lightly lifted his leg and felt a slight pain, which was due to muscle atrophy after not walking for over half a year.

He tried harder, lifting his legs off the bed and moving them to the floor. Once he could move, he started laughing heartily, a thunderous laugh that made the small house hum.

"Dr. Xu, you truly are a divine doctor; my legs can move again."

Outside, the two siblings rushed in, hugging their father, experiencing both sorrow and joy.

Lu Xiaomei rubbed away tears at the corner of her eyes, speaking in a buzzing voice, "I thought, Dad, you’d scream in pain. How come I’ve never heard you scream, and now your legs are fine?"

"Your father—am I someone who screams in pain? Silly child."

Seeing his sister in tears, Lu Daan reproached, "Sister, why are you crying? Dad didn’t die, so why are you crying?"

"I’ve hardly cried since I was young. The last time was when my Ah Huang died. Now I’m so happy, yet here I am crying again."

Making this tomboy cry was no small feat. Xu Xiangbei became interested in Ah Huang’s death, asking curiously, "Who is Ah Huang? Your friend?"

"Ah Huang was our big yellow dog."

Seeing the family laughing and crying together, Xu Xiangbei shook his head with sympathy and walked out of the room, leaving them with a moment to themselves.

He took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and puffed, gazing at the tall buildings of Earth Sea in the distance, standing majestically like giants, disdainfully glaring at the narrow alley.

A short, young man in a yellow jersey from the Brazilian team, with a pair of stinky shoes slung over his shoulder, hummed a tune as he approached.

He looked at Xu Xiangbei standing at the doorway with a puzzled expression: "Who are you, standing at my door?"

The short young man looked a lot like Lu Daan, so even though Xu Xiangbei was meeting him for the first time, he easily guessed his identity: the soccer-playing Lu Daquan.

"I’m a friend of Lu Daan’s. You must be Lu Daquan, right?"

Lu Daquan’s hostile eyes softened: "Ah, a friend of Daan’s. I thought you were here to cause trouble for me."

Xu Xiangbei laughed; it seemed Lu Daquan was a troublemaker, or else why would a stranger be mistaken for someone coming to make trouble?

"Daan, what are you doing?"

Supported by his children, Lu Zhigang, trembling, got off the bed and walked into the narrow corridor, almost bumping into the hurried Lu Daquan.

"Uncle, you’re up!"

Lu Daquan first greeted simply, then suddenly realized his uncle, bedridden for months due to a back injury, was now up.

He was overjoyed, almost pulling his still unsteady uncle off his feet.

Laughing, he said, "Uncle, you’re healed! It’s a miracle. Perhaps my prayer to Bodhisattva Guanyin for you yesterday worked its magic."

Lu Zhigang struggled to stabilize his wobbly body, pushed his nephew Lu Daquan away, and gave him a slap on the head: "Brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Dr. Xu healed me, not your little prayer. Move aside and don’t mess around. I need to go for a walk. Half a year in bed, I’m almost forgetting how to walk."