Chapter 415: Chapter 411 Han Yu

"What should we do?" Xia Yue said, her heart filled with worry. "The Heavenly Mechanism Great Ceremony is about to begin in one day. In your condition, how can you compete in martial arts?"

Xu Ming said indifferently, "If we can’t compete, then we won’t. Health is the most important thing. What we should be concerned about right now isn’t the Heavenly Mechanism Great Ceremony, but Ling Cheng’s injuries."

Ling Chen looked at his legs, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes shining with a resolute glint.

"I must participate in this Heavenly Mechanism Great Ceremony."

"No way!" Qiu Yong immediately refused. "How can you participate looking like this? Do you want to end up with a lifelong disability?"

Ling Chen shook his head, his tone determined. "Big brother, I know you’re worried about my injuries. However, we’re already here. We can't just drop out halfway; we'd become a laughing stock. My current injury should be temporary, not yet severe enough to cause paralysis. Eighth younger brother, get me a set of silver needles. I’ll try to stimulate my legs using the Acupuncture Technique."

"Alright." Wei Jiahao agreed and immediately set about doing as asked. Soon after, he brought over a set of silver needles to Ling Chen.

Half an hour passed.

Thud, thud, thud!

A clear knock sounded.

The door opened, and Zhu Xiaozhu came in carrying a medicine chest. Looking at Ling Chen, she asked, "Did I disturb your rest?"

Ling Chen smiled and replied, "I’ve been up for a while."

"How’s the recovery from your injury?" Zhu Xiaozhu’s bright, beautiful eyes were filled with concern.

"Much better." As he spoke, Ling Chen hopped around on the spot and said with a smile, "See? I told you. It’s all good after a night’s sleep."

Seeing his unruffled demeanor, Zhu Xiaozhu was greatly relieved. She had been worried about Ling Chen’s injuries the night before and hadn't slept well. As soon as it was light, she hurried over to find Ling Chen, wanting to know how he was.

"It’s good that you’re alright. Let me help you change the ointment."

"No need to bother; I’ve already changed it." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yong’s voice came from inside the room: "Ling Cheng, who’s there?"

Zhu Xiaozhu glanced at Ling Chen’s back, nodded lightly, and said, "Alright then, I won’t disturb you. Rest more and take care of your health."

"I will."

After sending Zhu Xiaozhu away, Ling Chen closed the door. As soon as he did, he leaned against the wall, his face twisted in pain, sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Ling Cheng!"

Yuan Yun and Xia Yue hurriedly ran over, supporting Ling Chen’s arms, easing the weight on his legs, and helped him back to the bed.

"What am I to do with you…" Seeing Ling Chen endure the torment of pain, Xia Yue shook her head helplessly, admonishing, "You’ve obviously been seriously injured, yet you insist on putting up a front. Do you care that much about her feelings?"

"I owe her too much; I don’t want to make her worried." After a pause, Ling Chen changed the subject, smiled lopsidedly, and said, "Sister Five, didn’t you see? After the acupuncture, my legs have gone back to normal. Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m still waiting to properly take care of Yi Shuiyan."

Qiu Yong nodded and said, "Okay then, as long as you feel there’s no problem, that’s fine. I’ll have Sister Five stay and take care of you. If you need help with something, just give us a shout."

"You just lie there, I’ll go get you breakfast."

After speaking, Xia Yue left the room with Qiu Yong and the others.

Once everyone had left, Ling Chen lay alone on the bed, the smile on his face gradually fading. He was very clear about his own condition. The previous night’s accident clearly injured the nerves in his spine, or he wouldn’t be in this situation.

The reason he was able to regain sensation earlier was because he stimulated several unconventional points with the Acupuncture Technique, forcibly restoring his legs. However, doing so came with severe consequences. If those points were stimulated for too long, it might very well lead to actual paralysis.

Two days…

Ling Chen muttered to himself, as long as he persisted for two more days, it would be fine once he finished handling the affairs.

At this moment.

Miss Zhu, carrying a medicine box, returned to the outside of her room.

Just as she was about to enter, suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded near her ears, approaching from afar. Zhu Xiaozhu turned her head to look, only to see a young man, handsome and with an extraordinary temperament, walking towards her.

The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with handsome features, eyebrows sharp as swords and eyes bright as stars, with a standard height, hair cut evenly across his forehead, wearing a sunny smile, exuding an energetic aura.

"Xiaozhu."

The young man greeted Zhu Xiaozhu with a smile.

Zhu Xiaozhu responded politely, "Mr. Han, hello."

"Xiaozhu, there’s no need to be so formal, just call me Han Yu; you don’t need to add 'Mr.' in front," said Han Yu, glancing at the medicine box in Zhu Xiaozhu’s hands. He asked, "Where did you just go? I was looking for you to have breakfast together, but you weren’t in your room."

"A friend got injured. I went to help take a look," Zhu Xiaozhu said indifferently.

"Your friend? Introduce me someday."

"We’ll see if there’s a chance, Han…" Zhu Xiaozhu initially wanted to say Mr. Han, but after a moment’s thought, she said, "Han Yu, if there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my room."

"Don’t go!" Han Yu spoke up. "Xiaozhu, your Master introduced us, hoping we could get to know each other better. The weather is nice today; how about we take a walk on the deck?"

Zhu Xiaozhu hesitated for a moment, then declined politely, "I’m sorry, I didn’t rest well last night and would like to catch up on some sleep. We can chat another time."

Before Han Yu could respond, Zhu Xiaozhu had already pushed the door open and entered her room.

Having been turned down by Zhu Xiaozhu, Han Yu appeared somewhat dejected.

The previous night, through the introduction by Shi Su, when he first laid eyes on Zhu Xiaozhu, he was taken aback by her beauty. This woman, gentle as water, completely captivated him, rendering him helplessly smitten.

He made up his mind then and there that he had to win her over by any means necessary.

As he watched the tightly closed door, Han Yu stood at the doorstep for a moment before he had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

Just then, a young man walked towards him in the corridor.

Seeing the other person, Han Yu’s gaze slightly narrowed, revealing a sharp edge.

"Yi Shuiyan, long time no see."

"Han Yu, your room doesn’t seem to be on this floor."

"That’s none of your business."

Yi Shuiyan was indifferent to Han Yu’s tone. His eyes briefly swept over the room number beside Han Yu, and the corner of his mouth immediately curved into an amused smile.

"If I remember correctly, this room is occupied by Ms. Shi’s disciple, Miss Zhu. Do you have an interest in her?"

Han Yu responded unceremoniously, "That’s my business; mind your own."

"I didn’t mean anything by it, just a word of caution. If you have designs on Miss Zhu, you’d better give up sooner rather than later to avoid bringing trouble upon yourself."

Hearing this, Han Yu immediately asked, "What do you mean?"

"Just now when I went out, I happened to see Miss Zhu enter a man’s room."

"A man?" Han Yu’s expression changed, his gaze turning cold in an instant, as he pressed, "Which man?"