Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Wang Ling's mother immediately gripped her hand tightly: "Good girl, Green Ivy is doing well at your in-laws' house. After all, she's their bloodline; they won't abandon her. Now that you're awake, things will only get better. You must get better soon to see your daughter!"

Wang Ling's emotions gradually calmed down after hearing the words "green ivy," but tears still flowed uncontrollably.

Su Wanqing performed another acupuncture treatment, this time focusing on acupoints on the throat and sides of the neck. She applied slight pressure with her fingertips to guide a wisp of spiritual spring water along the needle tip.

After she finished inserting the needles, her tone softened: "Alright, Wang Ling, now do as I say—try moving your fingers."

The ward fell silent again, and everyone held their breath.

Wang Ling's recovery may have gone unnoticed before, but now it represents the lives of millions.

Wang Ling was trembling all over, and she put all her strength into her fingers. Then—that withered hand slowly rose up.

Everyone gasped, and gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the observation room.

"No matter what, at least my body can move again, which can extend my life by a few years."

"That's how this disease is. As long as you can still move your body, you can still live. If you can't move, you're not far from death."

Su Wanqing nodded. "Very good. Your illness is not a difficult case for me. Wang Ling, I am Su Wanqing, your college roommate. Since you have the will to live, this illness can be cured. Next, cooperate with my treatment. Nod if you understand."

When Wang Ling heard the name "Su Wanqing," a look of disbelief flashed in her cloudy eyes. She tried hard to recognize the face in front of her—Su Wanqing, who had a pitiful background in the dormitory but was not very bright and could not understand anything.

How could we possibly overcome such a difficult and complicated disease?

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, then nodded frantically, making rapid "hoho" sounds in her throat.

Su Wanqing continued, "Now that you can move your hands, do at least three hours of rehabilitation training every day, repeatedly flexing and extending your fingers. Practice whenever you're awake. In a couple of days, when you can move your feet, start moving them too. Once you can move your mouth, try opening it; it's good for your vocal cords."

Wang Ling nodded frantically, tears welling up again. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say "thank you," but no sound came out.

Her eyes were filled with gratitude and complex emotions as she looked at Su Wanqing, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Su Wanqing patted her hand, "Don't rush, take your time, everything will be alright."

Chen Ling nodded frantically, making a few muffled "hoarse" sounds in her throat. Tears blurred her vision, as if she were trying to swallow all the resentment and grievances she had endured over the years.

She used to be beautiful, had a good job, a good family, a good husband, and a good in-laws. She thought she was the happiest person in the world. Who knew that everything would change after she was diagnosed with this rare disease...

Her in-laws, fearing she would be a burden, refused to divorce her but also refused to take her back, throwing her back to her parents' home like an old object.

Her brother from her maternal family got married, and her room was given to her nephew. She no longer even had a bed of her own.

Her mother could only place her in a corner of the corridor of the family building, with an old bed board laid out and clutter piled up next to her. Passersby came and went, and some people took pity on her and secretly gave her a bite to eat.

Some people, annoyed that she was blocking their way, deliberately stomped on her a few times.

And then there were the children who, after dark, stuffed bugs into her collar, listened to her silent struggles, and ran away laughing.

The most terrifying thing is that someone...molested her.

She couldn't move, couldn't speak, and even her tears were silent.

She endured these past few years day by day until recently, when she could no longer even open her eyes, but her consciousness continued to grow clearer.

She heard it clearly yesterday.

The mother knelt in the house, begging the father and brother for money, saying that Professor Lin had found a way to cure the illness.

The father's voice was as cold as iron: "A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl; her in-laws don't care about her, so why should we pay for it?"

The older brother complained, "Mom, we've already done more than enough for you to take care of her these past few years, feeding her, giving her water, and cleaning her up. The whole apartment building hates the smell, and I feel embarrassed to even go out in public."

The sister-in-law's voice was so loud that the entire apartment building could hear her: "Yes, Mom, the fact that Lingling has lived these extra years is already a testament to our kindness and how much we've helped her. Now her teacher says she needs treatment—where were we before? I think they just want to scam money. She's suffering anyway; it would be a relief if she died sooner. Why are you throwing money into this bottomless pit? Ever since Lingling came back, your grandson hasn't been able to sleep well. Don't you feel sorry for him?!"

"Are you even human? I've been taking care of her all these years, and none of you have lent a hand! She's your own daughter, your own sister! Now that she's finally saved, you just stand by and watch her die?"

Wang Ling overheard her mother arguing with her family. She hadn't gotten any money and went to her husband's house. Later, she only knew that her mother came back, hugged her, and cried, saying her life was miserable. Her mother cried, and she cried too, but she couldn't even shed a tear.

If Professor Lin hadn't later sent a classmate to make the trip in person, she wouldn't be at the hospital today at all.

But to her utter surprise, it wasn't the teacher who had the solution, but Su Wanqing. She had only helped her out of pity in the dormitory, but now Su Wanqing had saved her life...

Fate.

She had sworn that if she lived, she would give her life to anyone who could save her...

Su Wanqing stood up and turned to look at the group of stunned, silent experts and doctors outside. The reporters stood there, cameras in hand, frozen in place, forgetting to even press the shutter button.

She raised her hand slightly. "Professor Zhou, how would you rate my treatment results? I really can't do what you said about 'delaying life,' because I don't know how long I can delay it—what I can do is directly help the patient recover from a state of complete paralysis to a state where she can move and communicate. She has recovered about 10% now. Give me two more days, and she should be able to move her whole body."

Old Zhou was stunned for a while, then suddenly pushed aside the person blocking his way, rushed to the bedside, and took Chen Ling's pulse.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it, while muttering to himself:

"Impossible... How could this be? Even a final burst of energy before death couldn't restore muscle strength to a patient with neurogenic atrophy. This is... this is a sign that spinal cord conduction function is recovering!"

The experts and reporters nearby were so anxious they were stamping their feet: "Professor Zhou, what's going on? Please say something!"

Professor Lin stood to the side, too nervous to breathe, his fists clenched tightly. His classmates held their breath even more, looking at Su Wanqing as if she were witnessing some miracle.

Old Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with shock: "Although the pulse is still weak, it's completely different from when I felt it this morning! This morning, the pulse was almost nonexistent; even Hua Tuo himself couldn't have saved it—but now, the pulse has completely turned around; it's definitely improving!"