"Mom, can you help Aunt Li lie down?"
"Jingjing, later you help me lift Aunt Li's clothes from her waist to expose her lower back."
"Director Huang, please ask them to leave first. I need absolute quiet. If I fail, you can do as you please."
Du Fei calmly arranged everything.
Director Huang also wanted to see what this young man was planning, so he waved for the security guards, the sharp-tongued nurse, and even Doctor He to leave.
Originally, the sharp-tongued nurse wanted the security guards to kick Du Fei out immediately, but now that Director Huang had spoken, and even asked her to leave, no matter how unhappy she was, she had to comply.
When everything was ready, Du Fei took out his golden needles and placed them by his side.
In traditional Chinese medicine, cancer is caused by internal weakness of the human body, external invasion of pathogens, and imbalance of Yin and Yang.
The principle is to support the righteous qi and expel the evil, regulate the functions of the internal organs, and enhance the patient's physique and immunity, so that they are no longer weak and Yin and Yang are rebalanced.
As Du Fei's hands moved, others in the ward could only see a blur.
Then, everyone held their breath and stared at Du Fei, their eyes wide open.
Time ticked by, and the room was silent. Everyone could seemingly hear their own heartbeats.
"Phew, done."
Du Fei wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Director Huang looked at Li Su'e on the hospital bed, then at Du Fei. "It's done? Young man, I admit your acupuncture technique is excellent, but to cure cancer with just a few needles, you must be... this, this is impossible!"
Before Director Huang could finish speaking, he saw Li Su'e sit up from the bed, get up, and start moving her body.
It's important to note that Director Huang was a recognized authority in this hospital. As soon as he entered, he checked the medical record at the foot of the bed and knew that Li Su'e had just been resuscitated from a coma an hour ago.
According to the medical records, she should be weak and bedridden for two to three days before gradually recovering her mobility.
But now, after Du Fei inserted just a few needles, and seemed to have done something to her lower back with his hands, Li Su'e could get out of bed and move?
This was simply like seeing a ghost. Director Huang's decades of medical studies had been completely overturned.
"Director Huang, shouldn't we ask them to leave... You, why are you standing up?"
Doctor He and the sharp-tongued female nurse, along with several security guards, re-entered the ward.
However, just as they were about to have the security guards drive Du Fei away, Doctor He was astonished to see Li Su'e out of bed, her face ruddy, and moving around.
What was going on?
Was he hallucinating?
"Yes, this nurse is right. We really shouldn't stay in the hospital, because staying here won't cure my mother," Li Jing said to the sharp-tongued nurse, then added, "Mom, I'll handle the discharge procedures for you. Let's go home."
"Okay, okay, home. We're going home."
Li Su'e also felt like she was dreaming.
Just twenty minutes ago, she had been lying in bed, her waist aching, and feeling extremely weak.
But now, if she weren't still in the hospital, she would wonder why she had come here, because she felt completely fine.
Director Huang and the others were in disbelief at what they were seeing.
By the time they reacted, Du Fei and his group had already left.
...
"Brother Du Fei, I shouldn't have doubted you before. Thank you for saving my mother."
Du Fei, along with Wu Chunmei, sent Li Su'e and her daughter home.
Upon arriving home, Li Jing, who had been thinking about how to thank Du Fei all the way, bowed deeply to him.
"Hey, Jingjing, don't do that. Sister E is my good friend, and she's also an elder to Du Fei. He did what he should, so don't make such a fuss."
Li Jing was standing beside Wu Chunmei, so as soon as she moved, Wu Chunmei tried to help her up.
However, Li Jing was too grateful to Du Fei in her heart and was unwilling to straighten up, making Wu Chunmei try in vain to lift her.
"Chunmei, let Jingjing thank Du Fei properly for me. If it weren't for him, I'd still be in the hospital, my life hanging in the balance."
"Honestly, I didn't believe Du Fei could cure me at first, because the hospital had already given me a death sentence, and I was just waiting to be claimed by the King of Hell. But Du Fei's miraculous medical skills have given me hope to live again."
As a firsthand witness, Li Su'e felt that everything that had happened recently was like a nightmare.
But fortunately, she had finally woken up from this nightmare.
"Auntie Li, although I've treated you temporarily, it will take a long time to completely cure your illness. I hope you can persevere in the upcoming long battle."
Du Fei did not become complacent from the praise.
For him, curing Li Su'e was a responsibility, a form of worldly experience.
"Okay, Auntie will listen to whatever you say. As long as I can live and continue to be with my daughter, I'll do whatever you ask."
An hour ago, Li Su'e had already thought about her last words and intended to make arrangements for her daughter.
But Du Fei's appearance had completely brought her life back from hell to earth.
This huge transformation made Li Su'e cherish life even more, because she wanted to live well and continue to walk with her daughter.
After giving Li Su'e some instructions on what to pay attention to, Du Fei left with Wu Chunmei.
As for the medicine Li Su'e needed to take during her treatment, Wu Chunmei proactively offered to deliver it.
Du Fei had no choice but to agree to his mother's initiative, as she was his mother.
"Son! Mom suddenly realizes that you've changed so much that I almost don't recognize you."
Leaving Li Su'e's house, Wu Chunmei looked at Du Fei seriously.
Du Fei smiled, "Mom, what are you talking about? What mother wouldn't recognize her own son? Besides, no matter how I change, I'm still your son. That will never change!"
"That's right, you are always my son."
Wu Chunmei looked at her familiar yet unfamiliar son, feeling that he had changed a lot.
But then, when she heard Du Fei's last sentence, Wu Chunmei couldn't help but laugh.
Yes, no matter what Du Fei became, his identity would always be her son.
Moreover, her son was becoming more and more confident now and had his own aspirations. All she had to do was to support him silently from behind.
Du Fei took his mother's hand and walked back home.