Chapter 17 Treating Cui Ying’s Father

“Mom, where’s Dad?”
“Your dad’s been having heart trouble these past couple of days. He left work early and’s been lying at home. Ah, it’s an old problem.”
“Mom, I brought Le Yao here this time because of Dad’s illness. How about—”
“Alright, let’s go inside and see your dad.”

Wen Jun showed no resistance to the idea and led Ming Leyao inside. Once inside, she immediately explained Ming Leyao’s identity and how she saved Cui Ying to Cui Baoguo.

“My illness can’t be cured, so don’t trouble the young lady.”
“Dad, whether it can be cured isn’t up to you, but the miracle doctor. Since she’s here, you should let Le Yao take a look.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Cui Baoguo slowly got out of bed. Seeing the slight twitch on his cheek, Ming Leyao knew he must be in pain.
“Don’t move, just like this.”
“Ah? Okay.”

With a stern but pale face, Cui Baoguo felt it was really hard for him to get up and finally lay back down following Ming Leyao’s suggestion. Ming Leyao sat beside the bed without saying a word, placing her hand on Cui Baoguo’s wrist.

As time passed, Ming Leyao’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper. Wen Jun and Cui Ying tensed up watching her.

After removing her hand, Ming Leyao said directly,
“Grandpa Cui’s condition is quite complicated. Heart failure, blood clots in the vessels, insufficient blood supply — symptoms of heart failure. The situation is not optimistic.”
“Th-then… can it be cured?”
“It can be, but it’s complicated and won’t be cured overnight.”
“Then cure it, no matter how much it costs, we’re willing.”
“Yes, yes, Le Yao, don’t worry, just treat him boldly.”

“Mrs. Cui, Uncle Cui, it’s not about money; it’s about time. I still have things to do at the production team, so I can’t stay long in the city. Grandpa Cui’s illness requires me to personally prepare the medicine, so…”

Cui Ying understood Ming Leyao’s concern about teaching duties and hesitated for a few seconds before cautiously asking,
“Then… can my father stay at your place? Maybe treatment will be better if he’s nearby.”
“I don’t mind, but I’m worried Grandpa Cui won’t be used to it.”
“Young comrade, you underestimate me too much. I once gnawed on tree bark and lived in a cave dwelling. I’ve endured all kinds of hardship. Now I have a roof over my head — how could I not get used to it?”

Cui Baoguo knew his illness could be treated and was more proactive than his son and wife for the moment. His words said he didn’t mind, but it wasn’t that easy for him. Now there’s hope — who would want to live with constant pain and the worry that the next time they close their eyes, they won’t open them again?

“Yes, yes, Le Yao, you see? My dad agreed, so there shouldn’t be a problem, right?”
“That means no problem. I’ll explain the treatment process now.”

Ming Leyao explained her treatment plan step by step to the three of them, using simple and easy-to-understand terms. Fortunately, all three were educated and understood well.

“Then… Le Yao, let’s start the golden needle acupuncture treatment today. This will ease my dad’s pain a bit. Tomorrow he has a long trip, so it’ll help him be more comfortable.”
“Alright.”

Cui Ying’s words matched Ming Leyao’s plan perfectly. She took out an acupuncture kit from her army-green shoulder bag, unfolding it to reveal a row of golden needles of various lengths, shimmering faintly. These golden needles were found in the spatial study; she was certain they were not the ones her grandfather used but probably left by their ancestors.

She inserted the needles into several acupoints around the heart area, gently flicking them afterward, then gave Cui Baoguo a dark brown small pill. After he swallowed it, she flicked the needles a couple more times within minutes.

Cui Baoguo, who had been in severe heart pain, suddenly felt comfortable and even energized, thinking he could run three laps around the residential compound.
“Uh, feels so good…”
“Dad… you…”

Watching his father’s face change from pale to rosy, Cui Ying’s jaw dropped in shock.
“Old Cui, you…”
“Alright, I’m alright?”
“Really better?”

Wen Jun happily watched her old husband’s vitality return, joyfully approaching the bedside to touch his head and hands, unable to hide her delight.

“Grandpa Cui, this is just the beginning; it can’t get better this fast.”
“Young comrade, you’re really amazing. Just one acupuncture, and I feel like all my ailments are gone — absolutely incredible.”

Dinner was prepared by Wen Jun, who was in such a good mood she put all the best food on the table, even cracking over ten eggs to fry a large plate of green pepper scrambled eggs to nourish Cui Baoguo.

After dinner, Ming Leyao suggested leaving.
“Le Yao, just stay at our place. There’s an empty room that’s big enough.”
“Yeah, Le Yao, staying outside isn’t as safe as at home.”

Cui Ying nodded in agreement.
“Grandpa Cui, Grandma Cui, Uncle Cui, I’m staying at a nearby guesthouse. It’s more convenient and close to the Public Security Bureau, so safety isn’t a concern. I’m used to living alone anyway.”

Since Ming Leyao said that, the Cui family didn’t insist. Cui Ying was responsible for taking Ming Leyao to the guesthouse, paid for the room, and for the first time used his special privileges to ask the guesthouse staff to take good care of Ming Leyao.

Seeing Cui Ying’s work ID, the guesthouse staff nodded and promised to take good care of her. Cui Ying finally left feeling assured.

Maybe because of Cui Ying’s care, the room Ming Leyao stayed in had a private bathroom, and the staff even provided two extra kettles of hot water.

After a simple wash, Ming Leyao was quite tired from the day’s activities. But before resting, she set an alarm.

Finally in the city, she naturally planned to arrange some money-making.

At 1 a.m., when the alarm rang, Ming Leyao opened her eyes suddenly, turned off the alarm, rubbed her groggy head, and after a few minutes of lingering, got dressed in the dark, opened the window, measured distances and landing points, lightly opened the window, then jumped onto the windowsill of the first floor.

She landed in the alley behind the guesthouse, quickly changed her appearance, and under the cover of darkness, slipped through the streets of Nanxing City.

A black market, this kind of underground trading place, certainly wouldn’t be in the open. Based on this logic, Ming Leyao headed towards a remote area.

After circling for over an hour, she finally stopped in front of a small courtyard with faint light.

She confirmed this place because her keen senses picked up some low conversations inside. The talk was about a transaction.