How could Luo Wenwen not be happy?
Because kidney transplants came with many issues, such as rejection, and even if successful, one could not live as long as a normal person, with a lifespan of only about a decade at best. If it failed, then there was no need to even mention it.
Luo Wenwen was happy, but her mother and second aunt were not, feeling rather disappointed. This was disappointment in Yang Feilong, as they did not believe he possessed such capabilities. When Yang Feilong spoke this way, they thought he was boasting, perhaps trying to deceive Luo Wenwen. Why deceive her? Likely because he had taken a liking to her. After all, Luo Wenwen was very beautiful, and as her relatives, they considered her to be of unparalleled beauty, which was why she had been pursued by so many people since middle school.
Yang Feilong naturally noticed that Luo Wenwen's mother and second aunt did not believe him. However, with a doctor's benevolent heart, he decided not to dwell on it. Moreover, Luo Wenwen was his sister's classmate and close friend. Although she had almost led his sister astray before, it was also his sister's responsibility. She had previously explained that she took up that job due to her mother's circumstances and didn't want Qingqing to do the same. But Qingqing begged her relentlessly, and only then did she agree. On the first day of work, Qingqing ruined her job. She could only blame herself, not resent her. Besides, Luo Wenwen was not working in that line of profession for herself, but to save her mother. Having learned all this, Yang Feilong felt some guilt towards Luo Wenwen. Therefore, even if Luo Wenwen's relatives doubted him, he would not have any other thoughts and would focus solely on curing Luo Wenwen's mother.
"Um, I asked the doctor before, and perhaps the kidney source will be available soon. Once the money is ready, it will be fine! No need to trouble you," Luo Wenwen's second aunt said with a smile to Yang Fei. After all, he was Luo Wenwen's classmate's brother, so she couldn't outright refuse, only politely decline. She absolutely did not believe that her sister could be cured without a kidney transplant. If the person could achieve that, they would have long ago become a renowned figure in the medical world! Furthermore, Yang Feilong was too young. Even if he studied medicine, he would only know superficial knowledge. Uremia was a severe illness. Pretending to understand and making things worse would likely only exacerbate the situation!
Yang Feilong smiled and said, "Auntie, you think I'm young and that I'm speaking boastfully, don't you?"
"This illness is not ordinary, and my sister cannot withstand further torment!" Luo Wenwen's second aunt sighed. She did not say it directly, but her meaning was clear: his so-called ability to cure her sister was just a pretense that would torment her.
"Auntie, have you felt chest tightness and shortness of breath for a long time recently? And do you habitually experience absentmindedness? Sometimes even a headache, as if being pricked by needles?" Yang Feilong suddenly asked.
As soon as he said this, Luo Wenwen's second aunt was stunned: "How do you know?" This had been happening to her intermittently for over half a year, and she hadn't told anyone. Yet, how could this young man see it at a glance? Could it be that he knew the doctor who had treated her before? But how could it be such a coincidence!
"If I give you a few acupuncture treatments, you'll be fine!" Yang Feilong replied with a smile, without answering her question.
Second Aunt Luo looked at Yang Feilong in surprise: "Can you really cure it? I've seen many doctors, had X-rays, and taken a lot of medicine, but there hasn't been any relief."
"Sister, you're sick, why didn't you tell me?" Hearing this, Mother Luo's eyes reddened, and she asked tearfully.
"It's not a big problem," Second Aunt Luo explained with a smile. "You don't need to worry."
"This is a significant problem. If left untreated, it will eventually turn into brain cancer," Yang Feilong said with a sigh.
"Brain cancer?" Second Aunt Luo's face turned pale: "Don't scare me!"
"It's not that severe now, but if it's not treated and allowed to progress, it will become serious," Yang Feilong said earnestly. He was not speaking casually. He had sensed that Second Aunt Luo was unwell and had used his true qi to examine her head. He saw something growing in her brain, a tumor, a malignant tumor, pressing on her nerves, which was causing these symptoms.
"Then what should I do?" Second Aunt Luo was completely panicked and scared. Not many people could face death calmly.
"Brother Feilong, you must have a way, right?" Luo Wenwen also looked worried. Her aunt had the best relationship with her mother. If her aunt also had health problems, what would they do?
"Feilong, do you have a way?" Mother Luo also asked repeatedly.
"Brother, you must have a way, right?" Yang Qingqing also asked.
"Let me give you a few acupuncture treatments! This illness is difficult for other doctors to treat because even with X-rays, they can't find the source of the illness. However, for me, it's not difficult! At least this illness is much easier to treat than Wenwen's mother's!" Yang Feilong said with a smile, looking at Second Aunt Luo.
"Then hurry up and give me a few treatments! Thank you!" Second Aunt Luo had no doubt about Yang Feilong now. Other doctors couldn't diagnose her condition, only prescribing medicine. Later, when she saw it was ineffective, she stopped taking it. Yang Feilong could see it at a glance and claimed he could cure it. She now felt like a drowning person grabbing onto a life-saving straw. Her doubts about Yang Feilong were suppressed deep in her heart because she hoped Yang Feilong truly possessed miraculous medical skills!
"You two, go and close the door first!" Yang Feilong said to Luo Wenwen and Yang Qingqing.
"Okay!" Both of them replied. Soon, they locked the door from the inside.
"Auntie, lie down on the bed. I'll give you acupuncture now!" Yang Feilong said with a smile.
"Okay, okay," Second Aunt Luo said repeatedly and did as Yang Feilong instructed. Seeing Second Aunt Luo lying on the accompanying bed, Yang Feilong took out a small box from his pocket. When the small box was opened, it revealed rows of gold and silver needles. An expert's move instantly revealed their skill. Seeing the gold and silver needles Yang Feilong carried with him, Second Aunt Luo's heart inexplicably gained more trust in him. "I hope it can truly be as he said, that a few needles will cure me!" Second Aunt Luo prayed silently.
Whoosh~~~~
Yang Feilong closed his eyes slightly, his soul consciousness attached to his true qi, looking towards Second Aunt Luo's head. In fact, his consciousness had already entered Second Aunt Luo's mind. The next moment, his hands moved.
Shush shush shush! His fingers moved like picking flowers, leaving streaks of afterimages. Soon, everyone gasped. In just the time it took to take a breath, more than a dozen silver needles were inserted into Second Aunt Luo's head.