CHAPTER 1450: CHAPTER 1451 MEETING THE PARENTS

Yan Zisu’s mother was about to speak when a violent cough sounded from inside the room.

"Little Girl, quickly go get the spittoon for your dad." Hearing the coughing, Yan Zisu’s mother hurriedly said to Yan Zisu.

"Auntie, I’ll go see uncle." Saying this, you got up and entered the room on the left with Yan Zisu.

As you imagined, the bedroom was still very tidy, and the fragrance in this room was even stronger. The room wasn’t large, and on an old wooden bed lay a pale-faced middle-aged man half-reclined, whose complexion didn’t look good as he kept coughing uncontrollably.

Yan Zisu sat behind the middle-aged man, gently patting his back.

"Hello, Uncle, my name is Li Muyun."

The middle-aged man looked you up and down, then slowly nodded with a smile on his face: "Student Li, my Little Girl hasn’t caused you any trouble, has she?"

"Oh no, Zisu’s academic performance has always been at the top, my mom keeps nagging me to learn from her."

"Hmm, you are both in the third year of high school now, everything should focus on your studies. Once you get to college, cough cough—"

Saying this, the middle-aged man started coughing violently again.

As Yan Zisu patted the middle-aged man’s back, you suddenly stood up and quickly pressed a few spots on the middle-aged man’s chest, soon stopping his cough. He looked at you in a daze before finally speaking, "You, you know medicine?"

You shook your head, "I don’t know medicine, but I have some knowledge of acupoints. Uncle seems to have a disease similar to tuberculosis, although Auntie and Zisu are taking good care of you, this illness shouldn’t be prolonged."

As you said this, your expression gradually became solemn, and your hand slowly moved down, placed on the middle-aged man’s calf, asking, "May I uncover the quilt and take a look?"

At this moment, Yan Zisu’s mother walked in, staring at you before looking at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man nodded to her, smiling: "I’m not worried, just afraid of scaring you."

With a slight shrug, you softly laughed, "There aren’t many things in this world that can scare me, for real."

Saying this, you reached out and lifted the quilt. The middle-aged man was wearing shorts; his thighs seemed fine, but both of his legs below the knee were as thin as dry sticks, just skin and bones, appearing as if a gentle hand could easily snap the leg bones.

Seeing this, you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes and covered the quilt back.

The middle-aged man thought he had frightened you and apologized: "Little Li, are you okay?"

Shaking your head, your eyebrows also furrowed, finally speaking after a while: "Rhabdomyodystrophy, likely caused by complications. Uncle, how long have your calf muscles been atrophied? Can you move your calves now?"

Yan Zisu’s parents exchanged glances immediately, each seeing astonishment in the other’s eyes. Just by a glance, you had diagnosed the condition, which was definitely not a typical skill of a third-year high school student.

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Though she was surprised, Yan Zisu responded, "Dad’s calf muscles have been atrophied for three years, and it’s getting worse. During last year’s New Year, he couldn’t walk, now he can only move them slightly."

You brought a lot of astonishment to everyone, so much so that Yan Zisu now had high hopes for you to cure the illness that had tormented her father for years.

"Level 1 muscle atrophy, tsk, it’s a bit troublesome, but luckily not Level Zero, or you’d have to go to Sweden within a month." You lightly stroked your chin, lost in thought, "To cure uncle’s illness, the most important thing now is to eradicate all the multiple complications. Auntie, don’t give uncle any traditional Chinese medicine for the time being. The treatment speed of traditional Chinese medicine is too slow, and you must have an experienced physician to regularly adjust it. Although there are a few people in Yuhang City with this capability, we can’t afford them."

"But..." Yan Zisu’s mother’s face immediately showed trouble.

Prepared in advance, you took out a small red work permit from your pocket. It had five gold-embossed characters - Special Grade Work Permit. Placing the permit in Yan Zisu’s mother’s hand, you said calmly: "Tomorrow, Auntie, take uncle to the military hospital. Just show them this permit, and they won’t charge you for consultations or medicines."

"This... this can’t be possible."

Yan Zisu’s mother felt incredulous, but Yan Zisu’s father turned pale. Having previously worked in relevant units, he knew some insider secrets. Although he didn’t fully understand the significance of "Special Grade," he had heard stories of some people receiving lifelong free treatment at military hospitals.

Facing the three wide-eyed individuals, you smiled casually: "Oh, this is my grandfather’s work permit. Although he’s retired now, this permit is still valid, and the permit itself isn’t assigned to any specific individual. Anyone holding this permit will get unconditional service from the hospital."

Yan Zisu’s mother turned to look at Yan Zisu, trying to understand the situation from her.

Seeing her mother looking at her, Yan Zisu nodded immediately: "Grandpa... his grandfather is a veteran, a very kind person."

"But, but, how can we accept this? After all, this would cost a lot—"

"Don’t mention money. Talking about money hurts relationships." You directly cut off Yan Zisu’s mother, soon adopting a roguish demeanor.

Looking at the three people in front of you, you cheerfully said, "As my grandfather used to say, what makes us human is our ability to care for others, and a moment’s feeling cannot be measured in money or gold."

At this, you bid your farewell: "It’s getting late, if I stay any longer, my ears are going to suffer."

"Ah, at least have something to eat before you leave." Yan Zisu’s mother hurriedly tried to persuade you to stay.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, I’d love to try Auntie’s cooked sweet potato."

"There’s some in the pot, I’ll get it for you right away!" With that, Yan Zisu’s mother quickly walked over.

Seeing Yan Zisu looking at you, with a touch of inquiry in her deep eyes, you couldn’t help but chuckle: "The first time I saw you, you were eating a sweet potato in the pavilion, enjoying it thoroughly, so I figured Auntie’s cooking must be pretty good, hehe, sweet potatoes and potatoes are my favorites. When I was little, I once burned several square meters of bamboo roasting sweet potatoes, and my mom gave me quite a beating for over an hour back then."

"Pfft."

Though Yan Zisu wasn’t a talkative person, she was amused by your straightforward humor. She laughed quietly in front of her father, but that made her seem all the more elegant and gentle.