The Prime Minister Seduced Me to have Babies!-Chapter 133: Better Off Lame

Yun Jiao suddenly became flustered, her hands seemed to have nowhere to place.

Jiang Youzhi looked at her slightly reddened face and said in a deep voice, "Mother, Yun Jiao is checking my leg—"

"Oh, oh—carry on, you two—" Mrs. Chen responded, suddenly coming to realization. Checking the leg? How is that being done?

To see whether the bone has healed, you need to feel it with your hands, right?

The place where Sanlang’s (Jiang Youzhi) leg was broken...

Mrs. Chen thought so, and her heart suddenly filled with mixed emotions, a bit of secret joy, a bit embarrassed, and she quickly quickened her pace to leave.

Inside the room, Yun Jiao lowered her head, silently chiding herself, lacking courage. She was doing an examination, something she should feel no shame about, and she didn’t even know why she was panicking.

She suddenly realized her hand was still resting on Jiang Youzhi’s leg.

The muscles beneath her hand had tensed again.

Yun Jiao hurriedly withdrew her hand, stood up, and said, "Um, I, you wait here."

She took the splint and went to the kitchen.

Setting the splint on the ground, Yun Jiao measured it for a while, chopped off a small section with an axe, and smoothed out some wooden splinters before taking it back to the room and re-binding it on Jiang Youzhi.

After securing the splint, Yun Jiao told Jiang Youzhi some good news, "The bone is healing quite well."

"From now on, you can start getting out of bed and moving a bit."

"Oh, wait, don’t rush. Let me ask Uncle Liu Er to buy you a pair of crutches from the town first before you get out of bed."

Upon hearing he could finally get out of bed and move around, Jiang Youzhi was so delighted he was almost in tears.

These two months of bed confinement were driving him insane, even if it meant using crutches, he would be willing to take a few steps.

Yun Jiao gave some silver to Liu Lang, sending him off to tell Liu Er about buying the crutches.

The next afternoon, Liu Er brought the crutches over.

With the help of Liu Er and Ah Tie Liu Lang, Jiang Youzhi finally got out of bed.

He took a few stumbling steps with the crutches and quickly mastered the profound skill of using them, walking out of the room on his own.

The air outside seemed fresher than inside the house.

The long unseen sky appeared particularly blue.

Mrs. Zhou was sitting under the eaves of the main house, suddenly seeing Jiang Youzhi emerge with crutches, she couldn’t help but sneer. Still lame, huh? Being lame is good, saves the old man from regretting the separation every day.

Jiang Hua, in the opposite house, also quickly came out.

He first smiled at Jiang Youzhi, "Sanlang, you’ve finally recovered? You can even come out and move around."

Jiang Youzhi smiled gently at him, "Uncle, long time no see."

Jiang Hua circled around Jiang Youzhi once, then slowly sauntered over to Yun Jiao, lowering his voice, "Is Sanlang’s leg just like this? Can it get better still?"

Yun Jiao sighed deeply, then shook her head with profound sorrow.

Jiang Hua immediately understood, it seemed even with Yun Jiao’s medical skills, she couldn’t heal Sanlang’s leg!

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl upward, yet his tone was particularly heavy, "Alas, what a pity for this child—"

His thoughts were similar to Mrs. Zhou’s. Since the family was separated, it’s better for Sanlang to stay lame.

Otherwise, if he succeeded in the future, their whole family would regret it to death.

Mr. Jiang also saw through the window of the upper room, and he was even more relieved.

As the head of the family, whether Sanlang’s leg was lame carried significant meaning for him.

If Sanlang were fully well, he would surely be ridiculed in the future for short-sightedness, losing such a golden opportunity.

And it’s not just about losing a golden opportunity that simple.

If Sanlang’s leg healed, he could certainly become an official, and that, for the Jiang Family, means an upgrade in the social status of the entire family, a chance that might not come for a hundred years.