Gu Yao and the Feng Family exchanged a glance, unable to contain their bewilderment. What was going on?
"I’ll go cook," the Feng Family said with a smile before turning toward the kitchen. She didn’t forget to instruct Gu Yao, "You should inquire about the Yang Family’s old house situation. We don’t want them scheming against Xinxin again."
"Alright." Gu Yao cast a glance around the room, praying silently that Yang Ruxin wouldn’t take advantage of his brother’s weakness and bully him.
"Does your poison recur?" Inside the room, Yang Ruxin asked Gu Qingheng with a concerned frown.
"It recurs once a month, but it’s fine, I’m used to it," Gu Qingheng said deepening his smile, "Don’t worry."
Used to it? Could it be that for the past two years, he had experienced such pain every month?
"Don’t get involved with the old house matters anymore," Gu Qingheng hastily changed the subject, "It’s good that you’ve moved out..."
Yang Ruxin nodded. She was well aware that with Yang Baifu’s commotion, the reputation of the Yang Family had been ruined, which also affected the children at home, especially during marriage proposals, which could be jeopardized upon investigation: "I know, I just didn’t want to see any loss of life, not just for the fourth aunt, I would have saved anyone."
"You..." Gu Qingheng sighed helplessly. This girl seemed tough, but her heart was actually the softest.
"Let’s not talk about this now." Yang Ruxin waved her hand and then became unusually serious, "Gu Qingheng, do you trust me?"
Gu Qingheng nodded.
"Then, can I check your legs now?" Yang Ruxin had actually used her mind to check on Gu Qingheng’s condition before, but at that time her abilities were weak, and she couldn’t detect anything wrong. Over the past few days, after treating Xun Hui, she had discovered that her abilities had grown significantly stronger. As a result, she wanted to thoroughly examine him; however, for the sake of an accurate examination, she needed him to reveal his legs.
"Xinxin, you..."
"Do you believe me when I say I have medical skills?" Yang Ruxin stared intently at Gu Qingheng’s face, fearful of missing any slight change in his expression.
"Go ahead." Gu Qingheng nodded without any hesitation, "Xinxin, you can examine however you like."
Yang Ruxin immediately felt a moment of awkwardness; how could his words sound so suggestive? Regardless, she couldn’t mind that now and reached out to roll up his pant legs.
"Xinxin." Gu Qingheng quickly reached out and grabbed Yang Ruxin’s hand, "I’ll do it myself..."
"You’re the patient." Yang Ruxin pushed his hand away, "Actually, you’d better lie down. It would be more convenient for your examination that way."
"Then I’ll lie down." Gu Qingheng hurriedly nodded, "Push me over to the edge of the kang."
Yang Ruxin pushed the wheelchair over, and before she could react, she saw Gu Qingheng press his hands onto the armrests of the wheelchair, his body soaring into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he landed on the kang. However, due to the recent recurrence of the poison, his body was somewhat weak, and the effort caused a thin sweat to break out on his forehead.
"Gu Qingheng, can your qinggong truly allow you to fly over roof-tops and walk up walls?" Yang Ruxin felt a pang of distress for this man but was also quite curious about his martial arts skills.
"Yes," Gu Qingheng nodded, "But, one has to start training from a very young age. I was soaked in various medicinal wines by my master at a little over two years old to temper my muscles and bones. That kind of hardship... not everyone can endure. As for you, you’re older now, your bones have set, you can practice martial arts, but the likelihood of reaching my level is very