Chapter 40: Seeking Medical Treatment

Su Qingxue’s beautiful eyes flickered as she gazed at the jade artifacts in confusion. Curiously, she asked, “Lin Feng, what do you want these things for?”

“If you want jade pieces, I can go with you to the antique market,” she offered.

“This is where you’re mistaken. Some things can’t simply be bought, no matter how much you want them. Each of these antiques holds secrets you’d never expect,” Lin Feng replied, choosing not to reveal the presence of spiritual energy within the artifacts.

The moment he first laid eyes on them, he’d noticed a faint green glow emanating from several pieces—spiritual energy that would greatly aid his cultivation. If he could absorb all the energy stored within these antiques, his strength would surely ascend to a new level.

“Alright, since you’ve made up your mind, go ahead,” Su Qingxue said after a brief silence.

She could tell that Lin Feng had no intention of telling her the whole truth, so she chose not to press further. She trusted Lin Feng; he must have thought it all through before making his decision—he would never act recklessly.

Lin Feng gave her a slight smile, put away the antiques, and nodded. “Alright, once I’m done, I’ll come back for you.”

“Keep the rest of these jewels and antiques for me,” he added.

“Okay, I understand,” Su Qingxue replied softly, waving goodbye as he left.

After exiting Su’s Bank, Lin Feng found a car waiting outside—the Bai family had sent it specifically to escort him to their home, as if afraid he’d change his mind. He got in, and the driver set off.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance to the Bai family’s residence. Lin Feng stepped out and found himself before a luxurious villa in the heart of the city, sprawling over nearly a thousand square meters—far grander than the Su family’s home. In a city like Jiangcheng, this villa would be worth tens of millions at the very least.

“No wonder they’re considered one of Jiangcheng’s great families—their living quarters are in a league of their own,” Lin Feng remarked.

The driver personally rang the doorbell, and soon a servant appeared to greet them.

“Mr. Lin, our master has been waiting for you. Please, come with me.”

After handing Lin Feng over to the servant, the driver took his leave, and Lin Feng silently followed the servant into the villa grounds. He breathed in the crisp, fresh air—lush greenery surrounded the courtyard, with an ornamental rockery and fish pond creating a tranquil oasis amid the city’s bustle.

But as he walked further, Lin Feng noticed something odd. For all its beauty, the courtyard was deathly quiet—no chirping insects or birdsong. The silence was unnatural.

After leading him along a winding path, the servant opened a door and ushered him into the grand hall.

“Mr. Lin, you’re finally here! Please, quickly take a look at my son—his condition has gotten worse since last time,” Bai Zhenshan exclaimed, hurrying over to greet him in person.

The butler, who’d met Lin Feng before, was also present. He greeted Lin Feng respectfully.

Lin Feng nodded, then turned to Bai Zhenshan and said bluntly, “Your son brought this upon himself. If I’m here to save him today, it’s only because of the gifts you sent me. Once I cure him, if he dares act out again, I’ll take his life myself.”

“Yes, yes, I understand, Doctor Lin! I’ll make sure to keep him in line from now on,” Bai Zhenshan earnestly promised—nothing mattered more to him now than his son’s life.

Without further ado, he led Lin Feng upstairs to Bai Tianjiao’s bedroom.

As they approached, a furious roar erupted from inside. “Get out! All of you, get out! I’m not drinking that medicine, and I won’t sit in this wheelchair! I want to walk on my own!”

With a crash, the bowl of medicine was swept to the floor, shattering instantly.

Bai Zhenshan’s face twisted with pain and helplessness at the sound. Since being brought home the last time, his son’s spirit had deteriorated by the day. He was now on the verge of collapse.

Lin Feng felt a secret satisfaction—this was exactly what he wanted.

Bai Zhenshan opened the door and led Lin Feng inside. The servants were trembling in fear—one knelt by Bai Tianjiao’s wheelchair, picking up the shards of the broken bowl.

“Master, young master…” the servant stammered.

“That’s enough, you can go,” Bai Zhenshan said sternly, waving the servant away.

Then, with a gentle yet pained smile, he turned to his son. “Tianjiao, calm down. Look who I’ve brought.”

“Lin Feng—Doctor Lin?” Bai Tianjiao turned his head and instantly recognized him.

His eyes brimmed with tears. Desperate, he struggled from his wheelchair, but his weakened arms gave way and he tumbled to the floor.

He crawled toward Lin Feng, hope filling his voice. “Doctor Lin, please save me. I don’t want to spend my life in a wheelchair. I want to walk again, like a normal person.”

“Don’t worry. I’m here today to treat you,” Lin Feng replied coldly.

He approached and examined Bai Tianjiao’s legs before pressing several fingers to key points. Instantly, sensation flooded Bai Tianjiao’s legs. He arched his head back and let out a scream as sweat poured down his face, turning him deathly pale with agony.

Bai Zhenshan’s face was filled with alarm. “Doctor Lin, what are you doing? My son can feel his legs again—why are you—”

“His leg tendons are completely severed. Regaining feeling is just the start of his recovery. If he wants to walk again, he must endure a little more pain,” Lin Feng replied calmly, channeling wave after wave of vital energy into his legs.

Each time Lin Feng’s finger pressed a pressure point, Bai Tianjiao’s pain worsened. Bai Zhenshan watched in anguish.

After four or five minutes, Lin Feng finally ceased his treatment. As he withdrew his hands, the pain vanished from Bai Tianjiao’s face, but before he could regain his senses, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed unconscious.

“Tianjiao!” Bai Zhenshan shouted, rushing over to support his son.

Lin Feng remained composed. “When he wakes, his legs will be healed. I’ll write a prescription for you—give him the medicine as instructed, and within a week, he’ll make a full recovery.”

“Yes, yes…” Bai Zhenshan agreed eagerly, keeping a close eye on his son.

Sure enough, after six or seven minutes, Bai Tianjiao gradually awakened. As he opened his eyes, his consciousness returned and, still weak, he called out, “Dad, my legs—save my legs!”

“Son, your legs are healed! Try to move them—see if you’ve regained sensation, if you can stand,” Bai Zhenshan urged, eager to test Lin Feng’s words.

“My legs are healed?” Bai Tianjiao was stunned, incredulous. He pinched his leg hard—pain shot through him.

A look of astonished delight appeared on his face. He immediately got out of bed and tried to walk—his legs truly had recovered!