Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Zhao Qiankun stopped teasing his daughter Zhao Lanshan, looked at Lin Lang and said with a smile: "A Lang, my daughter said you can cure my old leg injury, are you sure?"

Lin Lang replied modestly: "Uncle Zhao, can you let me take your pulse and check your injured leg? Then give Uncle Zhao an accurate answer."

Although Zhao Qiankun still had his doubts, he nodded when he saw his daughter Zhao Lanshan's expectant eyes, "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Alang."

Then, Zhao Qiankun gave the servant a wink.

The maid hurriedly half-knelt in front of Zhao Qiankun and respectfully rolled up his trouser legs, revealing his knees that were injured over time.

After Zhao Qiankun disabled his legs, the scars left by the knee surgery are still shocking. Due to long-term sitting in a wheelchair and lack of exercise for his leg muscles, there is obvious muscle atrophy, and it seems that his legs lack the strength to support him.

Under Zhao Lanshan's concerned gaze, Lin Lang slowly stood up from the sofa, leaned over and pinched Zhao Qiankun's knee, which was injured over a long period of time, and then simply pressed Zhao Qiankun's somewhat atrophied muscles.

Afterwards, Lin Lang took Zhao Qiankun's pulse seriously, and his expression suddenly turned ugly.

Zhao Lanshan couldn't wait to ask, "Can my dad's leg be saved?"

Lin Lang looked at Zhao Qiankun with some embarrassment, then glanced sideways at Zhao Lanshan who was nervously expectant, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Because Lin Lang just received a system prompt in his mind, Zhao Qiankun was already suffering from advanced colorectal cancer and only had half a year to live.

The reason was that Zhao Qiankun's physical condition was limited by long-term wheelchair sitting, which slowed down the intestinal peristalsis, caused an imbalance in the intestinal bacteria, and caused harmful bacteria to multiply and produce toxins. In addition, the lack of exercise led to long-term abnormal sugar metabolism, increased insulin resistance, decreased immune function and other high-risk factors, causing Zhao Qiankun to develop colorectal cancer without knowing it.

If Zhao Qiankun adopted the Western medicine treatment plan of surgery and chemotherapy, his condition would worsen and he would die within a month. Only with conservative treatment could he barely survive for half a year.

As the saying goes, if people don't take care of themselves, they will be destroyed by heaven and earth.

It is of no benefit to Lin Lang that the old man Zhao Qiankun is alive. On the contrary, after Zhao Qiankun passed away, Zhao Lanshan, as the executive president of Taicheng Group, can naturally take over the family business.

As for her disappointing brother Zhao Chengkai, he is not a threat at all to Zhao Lanshan taking over Taicheng Group.

Lin Lang can use the healing hand skill to easily cure Zhao Qiankun's colorectal cancer, but Lin Lang understands one thing, that is, "let go of the desire to help others and respect the fate of others, so that everyone can be happy."

After all, only after Zhao Qiankun's death could Zhao Lanshan legitimately become Lin Lang's concubine and give birth to a son without any scruples or obstacles from the elders.

Thinking of this, Lin Lang frowned slightly after feeling Zhao Qiankun's pulse and replied, "Shanshan, don't worry. Since I promised to help you heal your uncle's old leg injury, I will definitely be able to do it."

Zhao Lanshan smiled sweetly and said, "That's great, that's great!"

"Husband, if you can cure my father's leg, you will be our Zhao family's great benefactor. I will definitely thank you very much and remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

Zhao Qiankun was a little surprised that Lin Lang dared to guarantee that he could cure his old leg injury. He asked doubtfully: "Ah Lang, according to your treatment plan, how should I treat my leg? How long will it take for the treatment to be effective?"

Lin Lang opened the wooden box he brought with him, and inside was a box of ordinary-looking "dog-skin plaster" that exuded a strong smell of plaster, and there was a row of silver needles of varying lengths.

Then, Lin Lang confidently replied: "This is the 'Fuyuan Xugu Paste', a secret recipe passed down from our Lin family. Combined with my unique acupuncture therapy, it will take only half an hour for Uncle to stand up again."

The Fuyuan Xugu Ointment that Lin Lang mentioned as a secret recipe of his family was actually just a box of ordinary ointment that he bought when passing by a pharmacy and put it in a beautiful wooden box to pretend to be a miracle medicine.

Zhao Qiankun unconsciously grasped the wheelchair after hearing this, and said in astonishment: "Alang, you can't make promises about this kind of thing. Are you really sure you can cure my old leg injury?"

"Without the diamond drill, I dare not take on porcelain work. Uncle Zhao, just wait and see."

While Lin Lang was speaking, he put the plaster on Zhao Qiankun's knees and began to perform acupuncture, pretending to perform acupuncture on the acupoints on Zhao Qiankun's legs, and officially began the treatment.

Lin Lang took a deep breath, his expression full of determination and confidence. He slowly stretched out his right hand, his fingers slender and flexible, and accurately picked up one from the row of silver needles of different lengths.

The silver needle trembled slightly at Lin Lang's fingertips, as if in sync with his heartbeat.

Lin Lang turned his wrist slightly and quickly inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture points on Zhao Qiankun's leg like flowing water. This is the flying needle technique of acupuncture.

The silver needle drew an extremely thin arc in the air, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory, and in the blink of an eye it was firmly inserted into the acupuncture point.

Lin Lang's flying needle movements were done in one go, without any delay.

Zhao Qiankun was surprised to see Lin Lang performing acupuncture techniques with the proficiency of an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner, and his doubts were somewhat dispelled.

Zhao Lanshan watched nervously, her hands unconsciously clenched, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was worried about her father Zhao Qiankun's leg and was afraid that Lin Lang's treatment would fail.

Then, Lin Lang began to twist the needle. He lowered his hands slightly, gently pinched the needle handle with his thumb and index finger, and began to rotate it with a very clever strength and frequency.

As Lin Lang twisted the needle, it slowly rotated in the acupuncture point. Every rotation seemed to carry a mysterious force, causing the surrounding muscles to rise and fall slightly.

Lin Lang stared at the silver needle intently, sometimes speeding up the twisting speed, making the silver needle rotate quickly, like a whirlwind blowing over the acupuncture point.

Sometimes she slowed down and twisted it gently, as if soothing every cell in Zhao Qiankun's body.

During the needle twisting process, Lin Lang's arms would sway slightly with the movements, driving his entire body into the rhythm of the treatment.

During the treatment, Zhao Qiankun only felt a warmth in his legs first, followed by numbness, and then a strange force traveling through his legs.

Zhao Qiankun suppressed his surprise and stared closely at Lin Lang's every move.

With the help of the max-level [Traditional Chinese Medicine Skill], Lin Lang made the fake play look real, but if he wanted to cure Zhao Qiankun's old leg injury, he had to rely on the incredible [Healing Hands] skill.

Zhao Lanshan standing aside couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, husband, you really are born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Your acupuncture skills seem to be very powerful."

Lin Lang noticed Zhao Lanshan's nervousness, so he jokingly said, "Shanshan, now is not the time for you to praise me. You said you would ask the chef at Zhao's house to make me a delicious meal at noon, don't forget it."

Zhao Lanshan saw that Lin Lang was full of confidence, his tone was very relaxed, and he looked like he had everything planned out, and her nervousness was somewhat relieved.

"Hubby, the chef at the Chu residence is already preparing the dishes for the family banquet. Once you cure my dad's leg, we'll have dinner and toast you a celebratory drink."

Zhao Qiankun couldn't help but tease, "My dear daughter, you call me husband so fluently. How long have you and Alang been in love?"

Zhao Lanshan was embarrassed to answer that she and Lin Lang had only been dating for one day, so she replied vaguely: "Dad, please don't ask me questions like you're checking my household registration."

Lin Lang didn't want Zhao Lanshan to blame him in the future, so he reminded him casually: "Uncle Zhao, I just took your pulse and found that your pulse is like the backflow caused by a river hitting a reef, with both whirlpools and waves."

"It's like a ball beating in the veins. When I press my fingers on the pulse, it makes me feel uneasy. I hope Uncle Zhao will pay more attention to the health of your intestines. It would be best if you can take some time to go to the hospital for an abdominal CT scan or a colonoscopy to have a physical examination."

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan asked nervously, "Husband, you took my father's pulse and found that his intestines are not in good condition, right?"

While Lin Lang was giving Zhao Qiankun acupuncture, he replied, "Uncle's pulse is deep, which is somewhat unusual. I only have a little knowledge of Chinese medicine and can see some signs of intestinal diseases. We still have to rely on the results of the Western medical examination."

Zhao Lanshan said with a hint of worry: "Dad, I'll take you to the hospital for a physical examination this afternoon so I can rest assured."

Zhao Qiankun said after hearing this: "Hey, I just have constipation because of sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, it's no big deal. Your brother was injured in an accident and is still in hospital for treatment. How can I be in the mood to go for a physical examination?"

"But Dad, my boyfriend felt your pulse and found that your intestines are not in good condition. If you don't go to the hospital for an abdominal CT scan or a colonoscopy, I will be worried and uneasy."

Zhao Qiankun, who doted on his daughter very much, saw Zhao Lanshan's worried face and replied, "Okay, okay, Dad will listen to you and go to the hospital for a physical examination, isn't it okay?"

Zhao Lanshan smiled again after hearing this: "That's right."

Lin Lang was also very ruthless when he needed to be, and he selectively ignored the deep love between Zhao Qiankun and Zhao Lanshan, which really proved the saying "No ruthlessness, no hero."

As time passed, Lin Lang's eyes remained focused and firm, and he treated Zhao Qiankun's chronic leg injury in a serious manner.

Finally, Lin Lang began to remove the needles. He held a sterilized dry cotton ball in his left hand and pressed it on the skin next to the needle. He gently turned the needle with his right hand and slowly pulled it out, gradually withdrawing the silver needles that had been inserted into the acupuncture points on Zhao Qiankun's legs one by one.

Soon, Lin Lang completed the acupuncture treatment and secretly used the [Healing Hands] skill to cast a spell to heal Zhao Qiankun's old leg injury.

"Uncle Zhao, my treatment is now complete. You can now tentatively stand up from your wheelchair and take a few steps to feel the efficacy of our Lin family's ancestral 'Fuyuan Xugu Gao'."

Zhao Lanshan said expectantly, "Dad, please give it a try."

Zhao Qiankun moved his legs half-believingly and actually felt a trace of strength. He looked at Lin Lang in shock, and most of the doubts in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Qiankun supported the wheelchair with both hands and slowly pushed himself up tentatively. Under the surprised gaze of his daughter Zhao Lanshan, he actually stood up.

Zhao Qiankun couldn't hide his excitement as he took a small step forward and found that his legs, which had somewhat atrophied muscles, were actually supporting his slightly trembling body. A sense of security that he hadn't felt in years surged in his heart.

"It's really amazing!"

"Alang, your Lin family's ancestral 'Fuyuan Xugu Gao' is truly magical!"

Zhao Qiankun excitedly took two small steps forward. Although his body was slightly shaking, it was because he had not walked for many years and his sense of balance had deteriorated. His leg muscles lacked support due to lack of exercise.

Zhao Qiankun did not feel any discomfort in his old knee injury, which made him ecstatic and a childlike happy smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Lanshan couldn't help but burst into tears. She covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Dad, your old injured knee can actually stand up straight. Your leg was miraculously healed by Lin Lang!"

Zhao Qiankun smiled excitedly and said, "It's a miracle, it really is a miracle!"

Zhao Lanshan threw herself into Lin Lang's arms with tears of gratitude, crying excitedly and saying coquettishly: "Hubby, thank you so much, thank you!"

"Thank you for healing my dad's leg. I love you so much!"

Zhao Lanshan hugged Lin Lang tightly, jumping up and down with joy, the gratitude in her heart was beyond words.

At this moment, in Zhao Lanshan's mind, Lin Lang was extremely tall and majestic, and was simply the most handsome man in the world.