Chapter 201: The Bones Were Smashed

The bones in both knees were shattered alive!

And they hadn’t been treated in time; although there were traces of multiple surgeries, many fragments of bone were still embedded in the flesh, having become one with the blood and tissue.

Over the years, those legs had become useless.

Nan Jiaojiao found it hard to associate these legs with the cheerful Old Lady she saw every day.

“You,”

She opened her mouth, but found it difficult to speak.

“Surprised, aren’t you?”

The Old Lady smiled indifferently, “It’s been decades; I actually stopped feeling pain a long time ago, it’s okay, you’re not to blame.”

She gave Auntie Wu a look, and Auntie Wu bent down to lower the trouser legs.

Nan Jiaojiao felt a tightness in her chest, her hand clenched.

Her thin lips parted and closed, uttering two words, “Can save.”

The Old Lady’s entire body stiffened, her hand on the armrest tightened, trembling slightly.

However, the glimmer of hope hidden in the depths of her eyes quickly dimmed.

“Child, don’t tease me.

I know my own legs very well; I’m also old, and I’ve been used to sitting in a wheelchair for decades.”

“Would you like to stand up?” asked Nan Jiaojiao.

“How could I not want that?”

But some things cannot be forced.

“If you want to, then it’s possible to save them.

Surgery is needed, and I won’t be the chief surgeon.

I know someone who can save you.

I’ll be responsible for all your treatment after the surgery.”

The Old Lady’s hands trembled even more, her chest filled with a warmth that choked off the words she was about to say.

“Miss Nan, can it really be treated?” Auntie Wu said excitedly, “If the Old Madam could stand up again, if…”

The possibility was so small, she didn’t dare to continue.

Nan Jiaojiao nodded firmly, “Yes.”

“Good, good, good…”

Auntie Wu turned away to wipe her tears, chewing on the word ‘good’ for a long time.

The Old Lady’s tears welled up too, taking Nan Jiaojiao’s hand.

Without saying anything else, she tightened her grip and then let go.

Nan Jiaojiao felt even worse inside, “I’m going to make a phone call.”

She moved aside and called Pei Dongshi, starting with, “When are you coming back?

I’ll pick you up, then we’ll go see the Master.”

It had been decided a few days ago that she should visit the Master.

Pei Dongshi had been delayed by a sudden business trip.

“Had a sudden change of heart?”

“I have something to ask of the Master.”

Pei Dongshi laughed, “I knew you were up to no good.

Tomorrow afternoon, wait for me at home; I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao clutched her phone; a car slowly drove into the front yard.

A man stepped out, his long legs leading down to black leather shoes; the austerity and self-discipline of his suit were apparent.

His eyebrows and eyes indifferent, radiating a ‘keep out’ vibe to strangers.

As he passed by, Nan Jiaojiao stepped aside.

Bo Yanching went straight in.

A deep male voice emanated from the living room, and after a few words, he stood up and walked upstairs.

Nan Jiaojiao waited until the footsteps were no longer audible before entering.

She glanced upstairs, her gaze shifted slightly, fixating on the firmly closed door of Bo Qingshan’s room.

“How long does the young master’s tutoring last?”

“It’s usually supposed to end by ten in the morning.

You came late the last few times and didn’t meet with Teacher Pan.

She brought two sets of test papers today to see if the young master has made progress.

That must have caused the delay,”

Auntie Wu glanced at the time; it was almost lunchtime.

“I’ll go up and hurry him along.”

“All right.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded and stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting.

Shortly after, Auntie Wu came down and said, “Miss Nan, Teacher Pan invites you upstairs.”

Nan Jiaojiao composed herself and took her bag to go up.

The stern and tense atmosphere in the room pressed down heavily, as if giving her a warning.