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Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life-Chapter 342 - : A Crippled Body But Not A Crippled Will
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Chapter 342: A Crippled Body But Not A Crippled Will
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Upon hearing this, the young manβs gaze darkened slightly. βFather, Iβve consulted numerous divine physicians about my leg. Iβd rather not.β
βIt is different. Think of it as a visit to her home, a chance to enjoy delicious food better than what the palace chefs can make.β
Seeing the emperor so excited, he reluctantly agreed to prevent hurting his fatherβs feelings.
The next day, the emperor skipped the morning court session and brought his beloved son, Li Yuxuan, to Lucky Garden.
Upon seeing the eleventh prince, Qiao Mai nodded approvingly.
βLooks good.β
Li Yuxuan looked at the emperor in confusion, who immediately explained. βAddress her as Aunt. She is the future mother-in-law of your sister Jiamei.β
βUncle, Aunt, good to see you!β
After everyone was seated, Qiao Mai went straight to the point, instructing the eunuch to bring Li Yuxuanβs wheelchair closer.
Facing each other, Li Yuxuan felt a bit nervous.
βAunt, what are you going to do?β
βCould I eat you in front of your father? Just kidding. Give me your hand; let me check your pulse.β
Understanding, he obediently extended his hand, and Qiao Mai pressed on his pulse point.
Upon touching the pulse, Qiao Mai carefully observed him. Despite his thin frame, his overall health seemed good except for his legs.
Her spiritual scan revealed he had profound internal strength from martial arts, a fact the emperor was likely unaware of.
βRoll up his pants.β
Given the princeβs consent, servants rolled up his pants, revealing his legs.
βWhat a beautiful color, black with a hint of brightness. The poison has likely been accumulating for over ten years.β
The emperor felt hopeful and smiled.
Li Yuxuan was taken aback. Could the divine physician mentioned by the emperor be this gentle woman in front of him?
βI was poisoned at the age of two. Itβs been fifteen years now.β
βEnduring for fifteen years is not easy. It seems a divine physician helped you push all the toxins to your legs?β
βYes, it was the only way to save my life.β
βYou are resilient. If you had met me a year later, you might not have survived.β
Li Yuxuan chuckled self-deprecatingly. βThe divine physician said I wouldnβt live past twenty.β
βLay him flat on the round table, legs exposed to the calves.β
βMadam Qiao, what are you doing?β βIβm treating him. Donβt you want that?β
βAh, can this illness be treated?β
βOf course. He can live to a hundred. Why wouldnβt it be treatable? Itβs just poisoning.β
Qiao Mai instructed the servants to follow her orders. The emperor, Yuan Jiaqi, and Yuan Haichuan watched with curiosity. freewebn(o)vel
Li Yuxuan gritted his teeth and turned his head to glance at the palace servants. βDo as Aunt instructed.β
The palace servants brought over a large round table and expertly placed the eleventh prince on top.
Approaching the table, Qiao Mai instructed a servant to bring a large basin filled with water.
With a swift motion, she produced a jade bottle, uncorked it, and poured a pill into Li Yuxuanβs mouth.
She then took another bottle and dropped a pill into the basin.
After tying his legs with ropes, Qiao Mai took a hollow bone needle used in her previous treatment for cerebral hemorrhage.
She found two thick veins on his legs and swiftly inserted the needle, resulting in a foul smell filling the room.
Qiao Mai fanned the air in disdain, then had someone bring a chair to keep watch over the eleventh prince.
The old emperor stepped forward. βMy child, endure it. This is your only chance.β
The old emperor had reservations about letting this woman, whom he felt was playing games, treat a condition that numerous renowned physicians couldnβt cure.
Nevertheless, with a glimmer of hope, he decided to proceed. He only had a year left. If the treatment worked, great; if not, he had long accepted his fate.
Qiao Mai glanced at him disdainfully. βWhat, you donβt trust my medical skills?β
βNo, but Iβve been treated by many doctors. Iβve become somewhat numb.β
βIβll have you walking in no time. Believe it or not?β
βI donβt believe it.β
βAt least youβre being honest.β
After releasing his blood, Qiao Mai gave him a pill. The color returned to his face, which had turned pale due to blood loss. The emperor watched eagerly, wondering about the origin of this seemingly miraculous medicine.
βMadam Qiao, what was the medicine you gave to Yuxuan just now?β
βThe first one was to protect his heart, and the others were blood-replenishing pills. Otherwise, once the poisonous blood in his legs is drained, he would have been bled dry. Haichuan, pour him a cup of tea; we canβt let him be dehydrated.β
As everyone observed, the black color on the eleventh princeβs legs slowly lightened. Qiao Mai periodically loosened the ropes to ensure blood circulation.
If left for too long, the blood vessels would become blocked, leading to paralysis of the lower body.
An hour passed, and the black color turned into purple. Another hour later, the purple hue transformed into a bluish shade. Lunchtime had come and gone, but no one felt hungry.
At the hallβs entrance, a delicate figure left while leaning against the door frame after discreetly observing for a while.
After a while, Li Yuxuanβs legs had recovered their original skin color, and the discharged water turned red.
Qiao Mai removed the needle, untied the ropes, and gave him another pill.
They opened all the windows, allowing fresh air to circulate.
Everyone observed as the basin of dark blood gradually transformed into clear water, presumably due to the effects of the medicinal pill. The emperor excitedly held his sonβs hand. βDoes it hurt?β
βNot at all. My legs donβt hurt anymore?β
Qiao Mai coldly snorted, βWith my intervention, of course, itβs healed.
However, after a decade of immobility, your legs need time to recover. Stay in my residence; itβs beneficial for your health.β
The princeβs eyes were red. βThank you, Aunt!β
βYou canβt eat now, but you can eat fruits. Iβll send you to Tingfeng Residence. If you feel energetic after waking up, try walking with assistance.β
βUnderstood, Aunt!β
After he left, the old emperor set aside his dignity and bowed to Qiao Mai.
βThank you, in-law. Now, someone can share the burden of my responsibilities.β
βHmm, Iβll accept this gesture. I hope I didnβt save a wolf in sheepβs clothing.β
βNo, I trust the character of Xuanβer.β
βHmph, actions speak louder than words. Weβll see when heβs put to the test.β The emperor was speechless. How dare she talk about her son like that! βQuickly arrange for the meal; Iβm about to starve.β
Qiao Mai smirked, βYouβre complaining about hunger after missing one meal. Soldiers in battle sometimes donβt eat for a day, yet they donβt act like you.β
βI havenβt been in a battle for many years. Iβve pampered my body.β
He then grabbed a piece of fruit and ate it unceremoniously.
βMother, Iβm going to the kitchen to let them prepare the food,β Haichuan said as he stood up.
The emperor, still eating fruit, proudly asked Qiao Mai, βWhat do you think of my son?β
βLooks good.β
βHeβs more than good! Heβs talented and skilled in martial arts.β
βBut heβs a bit reserved.β π―π§πππππ«π·πΈπΏππ΅.ππΈπΆ
βThatβs because his mother died early. He has been secluded in a remote place in the palace. His temperament is due to circumstances.β βDo you really want to deepen our family ties?β βYes, it depends on whether your daughter likes him.β
βWell, let fate decide.
As the meal was served, everyone fell silent, engrossed in their food. The emperor noticed Lingerβs absence.
βWhere is Princess Tianshui?β
βEating in the shop. Itβs inconvenient for her to be around an unfamiliar man treating his illness.β
βYou have a point. Iβll leave my son with you for some time. Do you want me to send some guards?β
Qiao Mai sneered. βIf my home canβt protect your son, your palace wonβt stand a chance.β
βAll right. If you have the ability, go ahead. I wonβt argue.β
βHow long will my son stay here?β
βCome to pick him up in ten days.β
βAlright!β
βEmperor, you better return to the palace. Weβve kept you company for almost a day and are tired too.β
And so, Qiao Mai drove the emperor away..