Because it was close to Liu City, and with Qin Ning flying them all the way, it only took a few minutes for the group to arrive directly at Jiangling County in Bin City.
This was a small county town, slightly better developed than Cheng Weiyang's hometown of Shishan County.
Qin Ning and the others arrived outside an old workers' residential complex.
Yang Xin's father, Yang Wenhua, was formerly a railway worker. At forty-six or forty-seven years old, he had taken early retirement two years ago due to an injury. With state subsidies and a pension, their life was relatively comfortable.
Her mother, Huang Ping, worked as a civilian clerk in the county, but because she was an external hire, she wasn't on the official government payroll.
The elderly couple had received a call last night saying their daughter was coming back, so Huang Ping specifically took a day off to stay home, rest, and share a meal with her.
"Yang Xin is back!"
The grandpa guarding the complex gate recognized Yang Xin and greeted her with a smile.
He spoke quite loudly, probably because his hearing wasn't very good.
"Hello, Grandpa Li," Yang Xin greeted him politely.
"Grandpa what?"
"Grandpa Li."
"What Li?"
"Grandpa Li."
"Grandpa who?"
"..."
Soon, led by Yang Xin, the group entered the residential complex.
Because it was an old complex, the buildings weren't tall and lacked elevators. Yang Xin's family lived on the fourth floor. Since her father Yang Wenhua had mobility issues, he rarely came downstairs to walk around.
Arriving at the door, Yang Xin knocked.
Soon, the door was opened from the inside by a woman around forty years old.
It was Huang Ping, Yang Xin's mother.
"Little Xin!"
Seeing her daughter, Huang Ping hurriedly welcomed them into the house.
Although she had received the call last night and knew Yang Xin was coming back, she hadn't expected her to arrive this early, let alone bring so many friends.
"Everyone, please have a seat. The house is a bit simple, I hope you don't mind."
The sofa wasn't large and could only seat three people, so Huang Ping brought over a few chairs and then went to brew some tea.
"Mom, where's my dad?" Yang Xin asked.
"You came back a bit early; he's still sleeping right now. His leg hurt terribly last night, so he barely slept a wink," Huang Ping sighed.
"Is Little Xin back?"
Just then, a voice called out from the bedroom.
Following that, a middle-aged man walked out leaning on crutches.
It was Yang Wenhua. He had lost his right leg and undergone an amputation.
However, lingering issues still caused him frequent pain. Especially recently, with the dampness in the house, the pain had become even more severe.
"Dad."
Seeing Yang Wenhua come out on crutches by himself, Yang Xin hurried over to support him.
"Ah, it's no trouble, Dad can walk by himself," Yang Wenhua said with a chuckle, looking quite cheerful overall.
Soon, Yang Xin helped him sit down on the sofa.
"Little Xin, are these all your friends?" He glanced at everyone present and asked with a smile.
"Yes."
Yang Xin nodded.
"Uncle, your leg..."
Qin Fei couldn't help but speak up, feeling a bit of pity for him.
"I accidentally injured it a few years ago and eventually had to have it amputated. It's been two years now," Yang Wenhua said with a smile, talking about his past trauma with the group without showing any signs of dismay on his face.
"Brother..."
Qin Fei glanced at Qin Ning, hesitating to speak.
Qin Ning smiled faintly, knowing what she meant, and then said, "Uncle, how about I treat it for you?"
"Treat it?"
Hearing this, Yang Wenhua and his wife were both stunned and couldn't help but exchange a glance.
It was already amputated; how could it possibly be treated?
If he meant helping to relieve the pain through massage, that wouldn't be bad.
But this young man was so young—did he really know about such things?
Moreover, Yang Wenhua had previously sought help from the county's experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors for massages, and the effects were practically negligible.
Beside them, Yang Xin became somewhat excited.
She knew of Qin Ning's extraordinary nature; after all, he could even fly while carrying people.
If he was truly willing to help, perhaps he really had a way to alleviate some of her father's pain?
It couldn't possibly be making the leg grow back, right?
Even Yang Xin, who knew Qin Ning was no ordinary person, didn't believe he could do something like that.
"Little Qin, Uncle is already used to this leg. Although it hurts sometimes, I can just endure it and it passes," Yang Wenhua politely declined. It wasn't that he didn't trust Qin Ning, but rather he felt it was unnecessary. Even if the young man really knew some massage techniques, it probably wouldn't be effective. After all, even the renowned old Chinese medicine doctors in the county were helpless.
"It's fine, Uncle, just let my brother treat you. There might be a pleasant surprise," Qin Fei said with a grin.
"Yes, Dad. Why don't you let Young Master Qin take a look?" Yang Xin chimed in.
"This..."
Yang Wenhua hesitated for a moment, then nodded at Qin Ning. "Alright then, I'll have to trouble you, Little Qin."
"No trouble at all."
Qin Ning waved his hand and looked at Yang Xin. "Help your dad into the bedroom."
"Okay."
Yang Xin nodded, and Huang Ping walked over as well. The mother and daughter helped Yang Wenhua into the room.
After Qin Ning followed them in, he looked at the women and said, "Wait for me outside."
"Mhm."
Yang Xin didn't think too much of it. She pulled her mother, Huang Ping, out of the room and closed the door.
"Come, everyone, have some fruit first." Huang Ping went to the kitchen, washed some fruit, and brought it over. She hosted the guests and started chatting with the girls about everyday matters.
About two minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Qin Ning walked out.
Yang Xin and her mother were both taken aback, clearly not expecting it to be so fast.
"Young Master Qin, my dad..."
Qin Ning just smiled faintly without saying a word, and then stepped to the side. Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, Yang Wenhua walked out of the room.
His face also carried a look of shock and bewilderment.
"Old Yang, you, you, you..."
Huang Ping's eyes widened in utter disbelief as she stared at his lower body.
Because Yang Wenhua was wearing cropped trousers, she could clearly see both of his legs.
That right leg, which should have been amputated, had actually grown back!
How was this possible?
Was she dreaming?
"My... my leg is healed... I can stand up!"
Yang Wenhua finally snapped back to reality, his body trembling with excitement.
Just a moment ago, he had merely been lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, not feeling much of anything. After about two minutes, he heard Qin Ning tell him he could get up.
However, when he sat up from the bed and was about to grab his crutches, he suddenly realized that his right leg had actually grown back!
Shock, horror, and disbelief.
At this moment, a myriad of expressions consecutively appeared on the faces of Yang Xin and her parents.
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