Chen Jishun beca aware of the expression on his daughter's face. He had not made things clear on the phone. He had rely ntioned he would bring back a divine healer who could definitely cure his granddaughter i's illness this ti.
If Chen Jiaya slighted Shen Feng, it would be bad, so Chen Jishun imdiately repeated the tale of Cripple Hu's leg being healed.
Cripple Hu cooperatively took a few steps.
Chen Jiaya naturally recognized Hu Shanqing, the cripple. She hadn't paid much attention earlier, but now, seeing Hu's leg no longer limping, hope reignited in her beautiful eyes.
After all, Cripple Hu was a renowned doctor himself; thus, if Shen Feng managed to heal his leg, his dical skill must undoubtedly surpass that of Cripple Hu's.
The proof was right in front of her eyes.
Chen Jiaya promptly overlooked Shen Feng's youthful appearance, "Doctor Shen, I was too quick to judge you by your appearance just now. I apologize. Please, you must save my daughter. If i leaves , I no longer wish to live either."
When Chen Jishun made the introduction earlier, he had referred to Shen Feng as Senior Shen. Since Chen Jiaya wasn't part of the Chinese dicine Community, she addressed him more respectfully as Doctor Shen.
Shen Feng casually comforted her, "Don't worry, your daughter will wake up. Let's go see her condition first."
After the group entered the house,
Chen Jiaya led Shen Feng and the others to her daughter, Chen Xiaoi's room. Her husband had married into the Chen Family, thus her daughter shared her surna, Chen.
Chen Xiaoi's room was decorated in a cartoonish style, filled with the essence of a little girl, and displayed many dolls.
A five to six-year-old girl lay there quietly with her eyes closed. In the hospital, the doctors had no concrete treatnt plan, so at Chen Jishun's suggestion, they decided to bring Chen Xiaoi back ho for treatnt.
Shen Feng walked to Chen Xiaoi's side and gently placed his palm on her forehead.
The onlookers focused their gaze on Shen Feng—all wondering, shouldn't traditional Chinese doctors be taking the pulse instead?
Why was Shen Feng placing his hand on Chen Xiaoi's forehead? Traditional Chinese dicine doesn't seem to involve touching the forehead, does it?
After a mont,
Shen Feng removed his hand from Chen Xiaoi's forehead, and everyone looked to him, expecting him to speak.
But Shen Feng didn't seem about to say anything; instead, he began carefully surveying the room.
Soon, his gaze settled on a wall opposite Chen Xiaoi, adorned with an antique oil painting.
The oil painting itself was quite warm and depicted a spirited little girl bouncing around in an endless land under the sky, her smiling parents following close behind. The painting exuded a feeling of comfort and ease.
Shen Feng approached the painting, asking, "Where did this painting co from?"
Upon hearing this,
Chen Jiaya frowned. Why was Shen Feng concerned about the painting instead of treating the illness?
The others were also greatly puzzled, including Tang Kexin and Xiao Yiqiu.
"Senior, do you like this painting?" Chen Jishun inquired.
Then, without waiting for Shen Feng's response, he turned to Chen Jiaya and said, "Jiaya, keeping this painting only adds to your sorrow. You should face reality. People need to look forward, not keep looking back."
Chen Jiaya's eyes reddened, and she choked out, "But, but this is the only mory he left for mother and daughter."
Did this old man think that I was interested in this quaint oil painting? Shen Feng chuckled bitterly to himself and said, "I don't like this painting; I only want to know where it ca from."
Chen Jiaya stopped crying and pleaded, "Dr. Shen, could you please treat i first?"
Shen Feng shook his head.
Seeing Shen Feng shake his head, Miao Bohou and the others grew even more puzzled. They felt sowhat uncomfortable inside and didn't understand what Shen Feng ant. He had clearly agreed to co and treat Chen Xiaoi, so why was he continuously asking these seemingly irrelevant questions? Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire
Just as Tang Kexin witnessed the unconscious little girl, Chen Xiaoi, looking pitiable and was about to speak up—
Shen Feng said, "Your daughter's illness is related to this painting, it could even be said to be entirely caused by it."
Upon these words—
Everyone present was slightly taken aback, with Chen Jiaya being the first to snap back to reality. Her emotions beca extrely agitated as she exclaid, "What nonsense are you talking about? This painting was left to my daughter and by my late husband. Are you saying that my dead husband is harming i? Get out of here at once, you're not welco here!"
Shen Feng's expression remained unchanged. He understood Chen Jiaya's feelings and glanced at Chen Jishun before asking, "Do you still want to continue the treatnt? It's up to you to decide."
After hearing Shen Feng's words, Chen Jishun, Miao Bohou, and Cripple Hu also felt that this was a preposterous claim. It was just an oil painting, after all; how could it possibly have anything to do with Chen Xiaoi's illness? If they hadn't witnessed Shen Feng's dical skills before, they probably would have asked him to leave themselves.
Tang Kexin's body tensed up; she looked very nervous and didn't know what her brother Shen Feng was intending to do.
Xu Han, who had beco an ardent fan of Shen Feng, could not help but frown as well.
Xiao Yiqiu displayed a thought-provoking expression on her face.
As for Du Zheng, he appeared to be relishing the situation a little. He thought the whole thing was nonsensical. The painting in the room seed quite nice to him and even had a calming effect; how could it possibly make soone sick?
After hesitating for a mont, Chen Jishun glanced at his daughter and said, "Xiaoya, calm down, and let explain the situation with this painting to Senior Shen first!"
Then, he briefly recounted the story of the painting.
It turned out that Chen Jiaya's husband, Li Bin, had been on a business trip abroad.
When Chen Jiaya saw her husband again, she was only greeted by his cold, lifeless body.
Her husband, Li Bin, had died in a car accident abroad. A large truck carrying goods had run over him, and he died instantly at the scene.
This oil painting was purchased by Li Bin abroad, regarded as one of his legacies.
Chen Xiaoi fell in love with this painting the mont she saw it and asked her mother, Chen Jiaya, to hang it in her own room.
After learning the history of the painting—
Shen Feng nodded and said, "The problem indeed originates from this oil painting. Bring a cup of hot water."
As Shen Feng reiterated that there was an issue with the painting, Chen Jiaya lost control of her emotions again. This was the only keepsake from her deceased husband! In her eyes, Shen Feng was slandering her late husband.
Shen Feng didn't want to waste words, "Hurry and get the water. Think about it carefully—if it was not the day after this painting was hung up here that your daughter fell into an unexplainable coma."
Chen Jiaya was stunned for a mont, but it was Chen Jishun who reacted first. His eyes widened like lanterns, and just as Shen Feng had said, he recalled that indeed, the very next day after the painting was hung in the room, his granddaughter, Chen Xiaoi, fell into a strange coma.
Could his granddaughter's illness really be related to this oil painting? Such a thing was beyond scientific explanation!
Chen Jishun ran out of the room in a flurry, "I'm going to get the hot water!"
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