A dilapidated residential complex housed a two-bedroom apartment.
When she worked part-time at a nightclub, Luo Wenwen lived here. The rent was very low, only five hundred yuan a month.
The taxi pulled up to the building.
"I rent a place on the sixth floor here," Luo Wenwen said.
This was an old complex with no elevator, and Luo Yujiao couldn't walk, so she had to be carried.
"Let me carry Aunt Yujiao!" Yang Feilong said.
"This... how can I let you run errands like this? I'll do it!" Aunt Luo Er said.
"It's fine. After all, I'm the only man. It wouldn't look good for you all to be carrying her," Yang Feilong smiled and voluntarily crouched in front of Luo Yujiao.
"Then Feilong, I'll trouble you," Luo Yujiao said apologetically, then lay on Yang Feilong's back.
"No trouble at all, and Aunt Yujiao, you're not heavy," Yang Feilong chuckled.
Indeed.
Luo Yujiao was a full meter seventy tall, but when carried, Yang Feilong estimated her weight to be less than ninety jin. Perhaps due to her long illness and inability to eat, her weight was heartbreakingly light.
"Wenwen, you go up and open the door first!" Yang Feilong said.
"Okay!" Luo Wenwen quickly replied, "Brother Feilong, be careful."
Not long after.
The group arrived at the apartment.
"Prepare some hot water." After placing Luo Yujiao on the bed, Yang Feilong told Luo Wenwen.
"Okay!" Luo Wenwen responded.
After some busy work, Yang Feilong said to Luo Wenwen, "I'll go into the room to treat Auntie in a moment. Don't disturb us."
"Yes!" Luo Wenwen replied.
Then, Yang Feilong carried the hot water into the room and closed the door.
Luo Yujiao lay on the bed, watching Yang Feilong enter. She felt a little nervous. If Yang Feilong hadn't specifically said that she couldn't wear clothes during the treatment, she wouldn't have overthought it. But now, she felt flustered.
"Can you take it off yourself?" Yang Feilong asked, but immediately regretted it.
Luo Yujiao had extreme difficulty moving, so this was essentially asking the impossible.
"Um, can you help me? I... I can't take it off," Luo Yujiao said, turning her head away with a blush.
Yang Feilong's expression was calm. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this; he'd experienced a similar situation when treating Ouyang Yixue.
As he was halfway through removing Luo Yujiao's clothes, his expression changed.
No wonder Luo Yujiao couldn't even walk. Some of her skin had necrotized.
"You..." Yang Feilong gasped. He had sensed before that Luo Yujiao's condition might involve more than just uremia, but he hadn't expected such extensive skin necrosis.
"My illness isn't just uremia. My second sister knows, but Wenwen doesn't," Luo Yujiao said softly. "If there was no hope, I would have given up. But I was afraid Wenwen wouldn't be able to bear it if I did."
"How did this happen?" Yang Feilong had a rough idea but couldn't believe it, so he didn't say it directly.
Luo Yujiao bit her lip and remained silent.
"Sigh, even if you don't say it, I know. This was caused by long-term beatings, and even burns," Yang Feilong gritted his teeth.
Luo Yujiao was silent.
Her silence was a form of confirmation.
Yang Feilong looked at Luo Yujiao. "This was done by Wenwen's father, wasn't it? And your uremia was also caused by him, wasn't it?"
He now recalled when he had asked Luo Yujiao why her father wasn't helping to raise money, and she had said she'd be grateful if her father didn't ask her for money. At that moment, her eyes had held indifference, and even a hint of barely perceptible hatred!
"Did Wenwen tell you?" Luo Yujiao finally spoke.
"She didn't. I deduced it," Yang Feilong said.
"Yes," Luo Yujiao nodded gently.
"He's a beast," Yang Feilong gritted his teeth. "He treated you like this, and you're still with him?"
Luo Yujiao remained silent, perhaps unwilling to discuss her family shame with Yang Feilong, or perhaps due to other concerns.
Yang Feilong shook his head and didn't press her. "If you don't want to say, then don't. I'll treat your injuries now."
For uremia alone, it wasn't necessary to remove all clothing. However, Yang Feilong discovered that there were almost no good spots on her body, so he had to remove all her clothes.
Extensive skin necrosis and uremia made things slightly difficult for Yang Feilong.
However, healing was not a major problem. With his true qi and mysterious acupuncture, these conditions could be treated!
"I'll cure your uremia first, and then heal your necrotic skin!" Yang Feilong took a deep breath and said. "Do not disturb me at all during the process."
"You can heal my skin too?" Luo Yujiao was surprised and delighted.
She had always thought that to get rid of her widespread necrotic skin, she would need skin grafts.
But from Yang Feilong's words, it seemed that wasn't necessary. Was Yang Feilong's medical skill that miraculous?
"Naturally," Yang Feilong replied calmly. "Alright, let's not talk anymore."
"En!" Luo Yujiao suppressed her shock and looked forward to Yang Feilong's treatment with great anticipation.
Could she truly be completely healed?
If she hadn't witnessed Yang Feilong's miraculous recovery of her second sister before, she wouldn't have had such high expectations now.
If Yang Feilong had said he couldn't cure her, she wouldn't have voiced any complaints, but her heart would have been filled with immense disappointment.
Whoosh~~~~
Yang Feilong began treating the uremia.
Time ticked by second by second.
Luo Yujiao quietly watched Yang Feilong, his expression solemn, as he continuously applied acupuncture to her. Her gaze was gentle. When she was young, she had always wished for a handsome prince charming who treated her well as her partner.
But reality had proven her wrong.
Her fate was not in her own hands, and she had a tragic destiny.
She had expected to walk towards death amidst endless pain, but she never imagined she would encounter the divine doctor Yang Feilong. Now, she had some hope for the future.
"If my partner were like this, how wonderful would that be!" At that moment, this thought suddenly entered Luo Yujiao's mind.
Her face suddenly flushed red, and she quickly tried to drive the thought away. "Luo Yujiao, Luo Yujiao, you're twenty-eight, almost thirty. Can't you stop being so shameless?"
While applying acupuncture, Yang Feilong glanced at Luo Yujiao. He regretted not having pressed her sleeping acupoint earlier. He muttered inwardly, "Why are you thinking such random thoughts?"
Luo Yujiao's emotional changes caused subtle shifts in her body, which could affect Yang Feilong's treatment.
Luo Yujiao clearly realized this and quickly closed her eyes, mentally counting one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, to stop herself from overthinking and causing her body to react in a way that would impede the treatment.