Chapter 1001: Chapter 990: The Young Commander is Our Benefactor
Zhao Gang wanted to show his respects to Ning Fan, but Ning Fan refused no matter what.
It didn’t sit well with him to accept such gestures from an elder whose health was evidently poor.
After going back and forth like this for a while, Zhao Gang suddenly clutched his waist and groaned, his face showing extreme pain.
“Ugh… Ah… My waist…”
“Oh no, my dad’s lumbar has always been bad; a little excitement and it’ll hurt for two or three days!”
Zhao Xue’er exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly bent down to grab her father’s right arm.
“Don’t move!”
Ning Fan’s eyes showed a faint purple glow as he began to examine Zhao Gang’s injury.
“How’s my dad?”
Seeing Ning Fan so calm, with the actions of examining the injury looking very professional, Zhao Xue’er quickly asked him.
Ning Fan frowned, his expression very serious.
“Severe disc protrusion and osteoporosis… Does your dad still insist on setting up a stall every day like this?”
“Yes, no choice, the family is really short on money.”
Zhao Xue’er said to Ning Fan with a worried face.
Thinking about it, Zhao Gang and Zhao Xue’er don’t seem to be lazy people. If they weren’t troubled by chronic illnesses, they wouldn’t live such a hard life.
But going out like this with an illness, one could say it’s like drinking poison to quench thirst!
“Uncle Zhao, your leg mustn’t be very agile either, right?”
“Yeah, the waist doesn’t work, and neither does the leg, it’s really tough on Xue’er.”
Zhao Gang shook his head in shame.
“Dad, don’t say that… Brother Ning Fan, can you think of a way to cure my dad?”
Zhao Xue’er recalled that Ning Fan wasn’t really skilled in medical techniques.
But with such a discerning eye, Ning Fan was obviously well-versed in observation and diagnosis.
Maybe he could heal father!
Ning Fan took down a few large bags from the tricycle and helped Zhao Gang lie down on them.
“Uncle Zhao, please don’t move!”
Saying this, Ning Fan pressed a few times on Zhao Gang’s injured area with his fingers and then firmly pushed down with the side of his palm.
“Ugh…”
Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, clearly enduring severe pain.
Then Ning Fan took out a needle box and inserted five silver needles one by one into several acupoints on Zhao Gang’s waist and back.
“Phew…”
Almost at the same time the last silver needle was placed, Zhao Gang let out a long breath, evidently liberated from a great deal of pain.
“Dad, are you feeling better?”
Zhao Xue’er asked her father joyfully.
“Mm… It’s much lighter all of a sudden; the technique is truly divine, truly divine!”
“Uncle Zhao, please don’t get excited! Although you’re no longer in danger now, it’s definitely not okay to be active. You must rest well for the next few days! To avoid other accidents today, I must take you home carefully and get you to bed!”
Ning Fan maintained a serious expression, leaving no room for argument.
“This… How could I trouble the Young Master…”
Zhao Gang’s face showed an awkward expression.
Ning Fan firmly shook his index finger: “I’m no Young Master now; I’m a doctor. You must follow doctor’s orders, understood?”
Having said that, Ning Fan and Zhao Xue’er carefully loaded Zhao Gang onto the tricycle and took him home.
Upon entering, with Zhao Xue’er supporting Zhao Gang, a middle-aged woman hurried forward.
“Oh dear, what happened, Xue’er’s dad; is your old ailment acting up again?”
“Brother Ning Fan, this is my mom.”
Zhao Xue’er introduced to Ning Fan.
“Ning… Young… Young Master!”
Xue’er’s mother raised her eyebrows and immediately knelt on the floor.
In Dragon City, people of the Ning Family were like Heavenly Gods; it was a great honor for ordinary people to meet them.
Especially since everyone in this area knew about the death of the Young Master, Ning Fan’s sudden visit was shocking!
Ning Fan smiled awkwardly and said: “Aunt, please don’t be like this. Could you stand up and give us a hand?”
“Don’t call me aunt, I can’t accept that; just call me Zhang Lan.”
Xue’er’s mother quickly stood up and helped Ning Fan and Zhao Xue’er support Zhao Gang to the bed.
“Xue’er, is your dad seriously injured this time? How many days until he can get out of bed?” Zhang Lan leaned toward Xue’er and asked in a low voice.
Ning Fan smiled faintly and said: “Uncle Zhao’s injury is not serious anymore. In five or six days, he will be able to get out of bed, but he absolutely cannot do heavy work shortly.”
Zhao Xue’er nodded and said: “Mom, it’s all thanks to Brother Ning Fan saving my dad with a few needles to his back, or else my dad might have delayed treatment and been bedridden for three or four months again.”
“Really, Young Master, who knew you were also a miraculous divine doctor!”
Zhang Lan tightly grasped Ning Fan’s hand, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Zhao Gang, lying on the bed, turned his head and spoke with as loud a voice as he could:
“You must remember, the Young Master is our great benefactor!”
Zhao Xue’er nodded vigorously, looking into Ning Fan’s eyes, and said:
“Don’t worry; I will never forget Brother Ning Fan!”
At this moment, Ning Fan’s gaze lingered on Zhang Lan for a moment before sweeping around.
The furniture and décor in Zhao Xue’er’s home were very simple; aside from a table, a few square stools, and round stools, the living room was almost empty.
On the table were two plates, one with a sparse few leaves of rapeseed and the other holding a small pile of shredded potatoes.
Three steamed buns crowded at the edge of the table in a narrow plastic bag, as if trying to hide their embarrassed faces with their companions’ bodies.
Not to mention a computer or refrigerator, there wasn’t even a TV.
This kind of family is truly rare to see.
Ning Fan sighed lightly and asked Zhao Xue’er:
“Xue’er, is Aunt’s health not very good, too?”
Zhao Xue’er lowered her head and said softly:
“Yes, my mum… has diabetes.”
In a family of three, two are patients, no wonder life is so hard.
Thinking of this, Ning Xinlan was not only capricious but downright heartless.
Ning Fan patted Zhao Xue’er on the shoulder and said firmly:
“Rest assured, I’ll find a way to cure Aunt.”
“But…”
“But the books say that diabetes can’t be completely cured, right? For me, it just means a little more effort is needed. I’ll bring the prepared medicine tomorrow; if Aunt’s illness isn’t cured within three months, you can use a bone knife to carve me!”
Ning Fan raised his finger to point at his heart.
Zhao Xue’er quickly covered Ning Fan’s mouth:
“Don’t say such inauspicious things!”
Beside them, Zhang Lan wrung her hands together, her eyes filled with tears: “Young Master, we as a family really don’t know how to thank you!”
Ning Fan shook his head, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes:
“No need for thanks; heaven helps those who help themselves. You’ve endured hardship for so long, you deserve a little easier life now.”
Zhao Xue’er clasped her hands over her chest in a praye-like gesture, not uttering a word for a long time, just gazing quietly at Ning Fan.
In such a moment, all words lose their meaning.
After a while, Zhao Xue’er glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up, gave Ning Fan a gentle smile, and said:
“Brother Ning Fan, I’m off to my part-time job now; it’s so good to see you again!”