Seeing his wife, who was ready to explode at any moment, and his daughter, who cried until her eyes turned red at the slightest provocation, a hint of disdain flickered in Mr. Sheng’s eyes.

Ever since they had acknowledged Sheng Xinglian as their daughter, the household had not known a single day of peace. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have preferred not to recognize her as his daughter.

But these words, he would never dare to say out loud. The elegant wife he once knew no longer existed—she would tear him apart if he did! The daughter was his own flesh and blood, and if he wanted peace in the household, he would have to be ruthless toward Jiaojiao.

Exhausted, Mr. Sheng said, “All of you, stop blaming Jiaojiao. Tomorrow, I will publish a notice in the newspaper clarifying that the Sheng family has no further connection with Gu Jiaojiao.”

Mrs. Sheng: …

Her heart ached slightly, but as she looked at her tearful biological daughter in front of her, she suppressed that pang of pain and remained silent.

As the eldest son, Sheng Shijing said, “Since Dad has made the decision, I have no objections.”

The second son, Sheng Shiwen, raised both his hands and feet in agreement: “It should have been done long ago. I have no objections either.”

The third son put down his chopsticks and said weakly, “I have no objections either.”

In his heart, he had plenty of objections. Jiaojiao had already been married off, and they weren’t even allowing her to visit. What difference did it make whether they clarified things or not?

Sheng Xinglian was ecstatic inside, but she feigned reluctance and said, “Dad, Sister is already in such a terrible situation. Isn’t this too cruel?”

Mr. Sheng closed his eyes, not wanting to speak, but then he heard his wife roar furiously, “Xingxing, you’re just too kind. She’s not even part of our family. She enjoyed the best food and care in our household for eighteen years. What more could she possibly want?”

Gu Jiaojiao was unaware that she had been completely abandoned by the Sheng family. At that moment, she was speaking to the Su family.

“Dad, Mom, could you please boil two buckets of hot water for me and Su Shuoci? After we bathe, I’ll examine him. His legs should be treatable—it’s just a matter of time.”

Gu Jiaojiao’s smile was particularly infectious, like a sunflower blooming under the sun.

It dispelled the gloom and frustration in the Su household, instantly brightening the atmosphere.

“Jiaojiao, are you serious? When will Shuoci be able to stand up?” Mrs. Su asked eagerly, her eyes filled with hope.

“I can’t say for sure yet. I’ll need to examine him first before I can give a definite answer.”

Although Gu Jiaojiao was one hundred percent confident that she could cure Su Shuoci’s legs, doctors never made absolute promises.

From taking his pulse earlier, she knew that the meridians below Su Shuoci’s waist were blocked, and the nerves in his legs had been damaged due to medication.

A complete recovery wasn’t impossible, but it would be a bit complicated. Even if the nerves in his legs were necrotic, they could be reconnected using deer tendons and treated with a tendon-repairing ointment, allowing him to recover fully.

If the nerves weren’t necrotic, the treatment would be easier. However, she would need to use medical equipment to confirm the specifics.

“Then I’ll go boil water for your baths. As long as it can be cured, time isn’t an issue,” Mr. Su said, his voice filled with excitement. After speaking, he hurried toward the kitchen.

“Hey, Gu Jiaojiao, you’ve really come to my Su family to show off, haven’t you? Spouting nonsense to my parents again. Since when did a sickly person like you know how to cure illnesses?”

Su Qinchun, wearing open-toed sandals, kicked the corner of the table with a loud thud.

Then, with an “Ouch,” Su Qinchun grabbed her foot and plopped down on the floor.

“Chunni, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Su stood up in a panic. Her son was already disabled; if something happened to her youngest daughter, she didn’t want to live anymore.

Seeing blood seeping from Su Qinchun’s toe, Gu Jiaojiao didn’t have the heart to be angry with her. She immediately went over to help her take off her sandal.

She didn’t mind the dirt—not because she wanted to curry favor with Su Qinchun, but because of her instinct as a doctor.

In her previous life, she had treated many patients in a single day, and some were far dirtier than Su Qinchun was now.

“I’ll go find a spider web to put on it,” Mrs. Su said, about to head to the kitchen.

“No, the wound must be cleaned first, and then antibiotic ointment should be applied. Otherwise, there’s a risk of tetanus,” Gu Jiaojiao stopped Mrs. Su.

“What do you know?” Su Qinchun, sweating from the pain, pushed her away.

“Jiaojiao is your sister-in-law, Su Qinchun. Where are your manners?” Su Shuoci warned in a low voice.

His voice, deep and magnetic, softened as he said, “Jiaojiao, you don’t know where the ointment is. Let me take you back to the room to get it.”

Su Shuoci was worried that his wife, in her haste, might produce antibiotic ointment out of thin air in front of his mother and sister.

Gu Jiaojiao also took the opportunity to push the wheelchair away. Naturally, she wouldn’t take things out of her space in public.

This man really underestimated her.

“Do you even know where the ointment is?” Gu Jiaojiao whispered teasingly once they were back in the room.

“Can your stone produce ointment?” Su Shuoci asked uncertainly.

“No.”

“Then why did you say we need to apply ointment?”

“Because we do need to apply ointment. Did I say something wrong?”

“Jiaojiao isn’t wrong. There’s regular wound medicine in that cabinet,” Su Shuoci pointed to the dresser in the room.

“For a small cut like hers, regular antibiotic ointment will do.” The ointment in my space is just ordinary ointment, too.

But she didn’t say the last part out loud. Did the man think she really had a god giving her things?

She took the ointment and went back out, hearing Mrs. Su scolding her daughter. Gu Jiaojiao handed the ointment and a small bottle of saline solution to Mrs. Su.

She guided Mrs. Su to clean the wound, apply the ointment, and wrap it with gauze.

As Su Shuoci wheeled himself out, he noticed his wife holding a few extra items.

His eyes burned with intensity, and his heart surged with hope. Perhaps there really was a chance for his legs to recover.

That old man—no, that old immortal—had said that as long as his wife was the owner of the stone, she could pull him out of the abyss.

The more Su Shuoci revered that immortal now, the more he would despise that old man in the future.

Turns out, he was just a mortal after all, and a rather ordinary one at that…

After the couple had each taken a bath, Su Shuoci, feeling hopeful about standing again, was in a particularly good mood.

“Jiaojiao, if you’re tired, go to sleep first. Tomorrow, we’ll take a stroll around the compound and bring back some food.”

“Don’t you want to know how long it will take for your legs to recover?”

“I do, but you’re tired. Rest first. I’ve been injured for a year; one more day won’t make a difference.”

Gu Jiaojiao thought the man was remarkably composed, but she was eager to know.

So, she locked the room door and took out the 75cm large-bore 3.0T MRI from her space.

This was far superior to a CT scan. CT scans involved ionizing radiation, which could cause some radiation damage.

On the other hand, there was no conclusive research indicating that the magnetic fields of an MRI caused harm to the human body.

Additionally, MRI images had higher soft tissue resolution.

In displaying the central nervous system and joint structures, as well as detecting abnormalities, MRI was significantly better than CT.

Su Shuoci had undergone an ultrasound before, but he had never seen an MRI. “What is this?”

By now, he could calmly accept that his wife could produce miraculous items out of thin air.

“It’s a more advanced medical device than an ultrasound,” Gu Jiaojiao said, her tone serious as she worked.

After the scan, the results were quite different from what Gu Jiaojiao had deduced from taking his pulse. Part of the nerves in Su Shuoci’s legs had already necrotized.