Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire-Chapter 36 My Foot

Fu Yihan paid no attention to the raging Old Master Fu. With a pale face, faintly tinged red from excessive coughing, he casually covered his mouth, his expression indifferent.

The flush did nothing to improve his complexion; if anything, it made him appear even more peculiar.

"Yihan! Listen to your grandfather’s advice. Get a professional doctor to take a look at what’s really wrong with you!" the old man said urgently.

Fu Yihan’s cold gaze swept over, and in the calm void of his eyes, not a ripple stirred—like that of a man teetering on the edge of death.

"..."

The grandfather and grandson inexplicably fell into a standoff.

After a long silence, it was the old man who finally chose to compromise.

"Fine, but I have one condition: Qin Chuan can come, but he must bring along another professional doctor."

"Cough, cough..." Fu Yihan’s cheeks flushed red, and he nodded slightly. "Okay."

And with that, they reached an amicable agreement.

The old man hurriedly seized the moment to call Qin Chuan and another doctor to come.

Su Qingnuan pushed Fu Yihan onto the sofa to sit down and asked quietly, "Mr. Fu, are you alright? Your complexion doesn’t look good."

Fu Yihan cracked his eyes open slightly, casually glanced at her, then closed them again.

What did that mean?

Su Qingnuan was baffled.

Fortunately, the doctors arrived not long after.

When Qin Chuan saw his condition, he frowned slightly but said nothing, only greeting the old man with warmth.

"Qin Chuan!" The old man looked at Qin Chuan apologetically, sighing softly. "I know you’re a surgeon, and asking you to treat him is a bit unreasonable. But this brat insisted on having you here, so I had no choice."

"It’s alright." Qin Chuan shed the cold demeanor he carried earlier and smiled at the old man. "I’ll treat it like doing a favor. We’re friends—no need for so many formalities, don’t worry."

"Good, good, good!" The old man beamed at him. "You’re all good kids, I know that."

Though Qin Chuan was expected to treat him, when the professional doctor placed his hands on Fu Yihan for examination, he didn’t resist.

"It’s just a cold," the doctor said softly. "Did the Eldest Young Master sweat excessively last night?"

Though the question was directed at those around him, it was Su Qingnuan sitting nearby him at the moment.

Su Qingnuan glanced at Fu Yihan’s flushed cheeks and nodded slightly. "Yes, he sweated a lot last night, but later he changed his clothes."

"That explains it."

The doctor straightened Fu Yihan’s clothes and turned to the old man.

"Old Master, no need to worry. It’s been diagnosed—it’s just a regular cold. He needs to take medicine on time and keep warm."

Upon hearing this, the old man let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"You’re too kind, Old Master! Look at how you worked yourself up—you might’ve broken into a sweat yourself. Why don’t you go inside and change clothes? I’ll take care of Yihan," Qin Chuan said with a chuckle.

The old man stopped in his tracks, glanced at the lying Fu Yihan, then ultimately said nothing as he retreated into his room.

Once the old man walked into the room, Qin Chuan finally turned to Fu Yihan. "What’s the problem? Why won’t you properly rest at home? Always stirring up trouble with the old man."

His tone carried a trace of reproach.

Fu Yihan finally opened his eyes and gave him a faint glance before speaking in a low voice. "Take me upstairs."

Qin Chuan pressed the wheelchair handles with a grumble. "You really think the world revolves around you, don’t you? Everything has to be just so."

Fu Yihan didn’t deny it—he only closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan grew even more irritated and pushed the wheelchair quickly.

Su Qingnuan watched the two figures gradually disappear at the elevator entrance, while Ah Qi remained standing there as still as a statue.

"Aren’t you going up?" Su Qingnuan asked.

Ah Qi shook his head. "If we need to go, the Eldest Young Master will inform us."

"...Alright."

Watching their fading silhouettes, Su Qingnuan sat down.

Though she sat down, her gaze remained fixed on the direction of the elevator.

Ah Qi said nothing, his eyes towards Su Qingnuan now holding a subtle look of curiosity.

When the old man emerged again, he found the living room now vacant.

"Where is everyone?" the old man raised his voice, calling out, "Fu Yihan! What are you doing upstairs?"

No response came. Both Ah Qi and Su Qingnuan sat silently with their heads lowered, claiming to know nothing.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Fu Yihan lay on a bed. The fabric of his slacks had been pulled to his thighs, revealing two mottled, scarred legs.

"You’re saying they moved on their own last night?" Qin Chuan asked, his voice tinged with doubt.

Fu Yihan uttered an affirmative "Mm," pointing to a spot on his knee. "Last night, Su Qingnuan used acupuncture needles here, and my calves suddenly moved."

"Huh!" Qin Chuan rested his chin on his palm, circling Fu Yihan’s legs thoughtfully.

Fu Yihan frowned and said seriously, "What do you see?"

"....." Qin Chuan stood upright, shrugged helplessly. "Without proper equipment, I can’t see anything."

Fu Yihan’s glare sharpened, as though attempting to bore a hole through Qin Chuan’s body.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don’t look at me like that!" Qin Chuan protested. "I’m trying to think of a solution here. Just wait a bit."

"To be honest," Qin Chuan continued earnestly, "if you truly want answers, then calling me might’ve been the right choice. Give me one day, alright?"

Fu Yihan’s icy glare intensified.

"No time to wait. If you can’t do it, I’ll find someone else."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Qin Chuan pressed him back firmly, speaking sternly. "Hold on. Let me explain first."

Fu Yihan frowned and watched him.

Qin Chuan gestured toward Fu Yihan’s legs, speaking in a resigned tone. "The movement you spoke about—it’s called a patellar reflex. Normally, stimulating a particular nerve in the knee causes it to respond this way. But given your legs’ nerve damage, it shouldn’t be functional. So how did such a response occur?"

A glint surfaced in Fu Yihan’s eyes.

"You mean to say....."

Qin Chuan nodded cautiously. "We can’t rule out the possibility, but specific tests are necessary to confirm."

Standing upright with arms crossed, Qin Chuan stated firmly, "This time, you can’t refuse any further. We won’t head to the hospital, but your villa has the equipment. In two days, I’ll bring a team to conduct a thorough examination there. We’ll draw conclusions based on the results."

"Alright."

Fu Yihan lowered the hem of his slacks without a hint of emotion.

Seeing this, Qin Chuan sighed. "If it really works, your legs might have a chance at recovery. But looking at your expression—why aren’t you even slightly excited?"

Fu Yihan cast him a fleeting glance, propping himself onto the edge of the bed.

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. At this point, it’s better not to hope at all from the start."

"..."

Over the years, when it came to these legs, Fu Yihan had learned countless lessons—including this particular truth.

But words like those, falling upon someone else’s ears, were nothing short of grating.