Chapter 144
Chapter 144
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 144
>Chapter Title: Treatment
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Chapter 144: Treatment
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> Zhao Qin standing to the side heard Li Huowang's words and was clearly utterly baffled.
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> He couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all. Just as he clenched his fists, trying to say something, a frail elderly woman's voice made him forget everything in an instant.
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> "Family head, come look quick. Our son is back again."
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> Shocked, he turned toward his wife and was stunned to see a rare clarity in the eyes of the wife who had been possessed for thirty years.
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> "You... you recognize me?" Zhao Qin rushed to her side and gripped her hands tightly, overcome with emotion.
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> "Family head, look how good our son is. He's so young, yet he already knows to be filial to his mother, knows I like freshly fried dough sticks, and went out early in the morning just to buy some."
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> As the old woman spoke, she nibbled carefully at the hem of Little Yang Kid's clothes with her loose teeth.
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> Immediately after, all the disciples of the Dragon Soaring Escort Bureau watched in shock as their usually stern and unsmiling Chief Escort actually shed tears.
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> Zhao Qin walked over and pulled his wife into his arms, breaking down in sobs. "Fengxia... I've let you down!"
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> Wang Chengxing, who had followed his master since childhood, felt his nose sting at the sight. Though his master had a harsh personality, he knew it was merely a facade.
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> At that moment, Bai Lingmiao walked up to Li Huowang's side and quietly tugged at his sleeve, asking in astonishment, "Senior Brother Li, how did you do it? You're amazing."
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> Li Huowang looked at the elderly couple embracing before him with a complicated expression. "A long illness makes a good doctor. I've seen cases like this back at the hospital. Actually, compared to diagnosing symptoms, I'm better at identifying psychiatric medications."
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> "So what kind of possession was it?"
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> Li Huowang let out a soft sigh. "It wasn't possession. She just suffered too great a shock back then and couldn't get out of it. Then she was locked up for thirty years, and it turned into this."
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> With that, he tried to lead Bai Lingmiao out of the somewhat dim room, but after just a few steps, he was blocked by someone.
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> It was Zhao Qin, tears streaming down his face. In his agitation, he clasped his palms together and bowed deeply to Li Huowang. "Thank you, benefactor, for your help!!"
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> "Don't thank me yet. It's not over. Take her out, wash her clean, and change her into fresh clothes."
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> At that moment, Li Huowang's words were like a decree from the heavens to Zhao Qin, who immediately did as instructed.
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> The old woman, now changed into clean clothes, was brought to a bright and warm bedroom. She was still clutching Little Yang Kid in her arms.
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> Li Huowang instructed Zhao Qin from the side. "If she likes holding him, let her. Hire a few kids with some money to take turns for her to hold. She's seeking a substitute deep down to make up for what's been missing."
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> "Once her emotions have vented enough inside, you can swap in a dummy."
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> "Take her out in the sun whenever it's nice out—more sun means a better mood, which helps the patient's recovery."
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> "If there's really no one to keep her company, get her a couple of dogs. Pets can help stabilize the mind too."
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> "Thirty years is really too long. The earlier the intervention, the better for this kind of illness. For now, just focus on stabilizing her condition."
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> Li Huowang paused for a moment, recalling what Doctor Li had once told other patients' families, and relayed the other details to Zhao Qin.
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> "That's all I remember. Give it a try—it's bound to be better than locking her in a dark room. And no more locking her up or chaining her from now on. She's this sick already—the more you restrain her, the worse it'll get."
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> Zhao Qin gazed at his wife sitting quietly there, his eyes brimming with excitement. He kept muttering, "That's enough. More than enough."
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> For his wife of thirty years to recognize him again was something he had never even dreamed of.
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> In his eyes now, Li Huowang was a living medical immortal!
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> "Alright then, if there's nothing else, we'll be off. We still have to hit the road tomorrow."
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> As soon as Li Huowang turned to leave, Zhao Qin spread his arms to block him, his voice trembling as he called out to his disciple. "Yuanhu! Go to the East Prosperity Tower and set up a feast! A grand banquet!"
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> To show his sincerity, Zhao Qin pulled out all the stops.
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> The best restaurant in town was entirely booked by the Dragon Soaring Escort Bureau to host a banquet for Li Huowang and the others.
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> The highest-grade banquet in the restaurant was nothing like the inn's main hall. All sorts of delicacies made everyone's mouths water. Fruitwood-roasted chicken, braised whole fish, steamed preserved meats, locust flower soup...
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> Especially the roasted suckling pig in the center of the table—its fatty tender meat roasted to a crispy golden brown, wrapped in thick fragrant juices that glistened with specks of oil under the candlelight, the enticing aroma wafting wave after wave.
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> It wasn't just the people—even Mantou was squatting at Li Huowang's feet, tongue lolling excitedly as it waited for the leftover bones.
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> Li Huowang, seated in the place of honor, paid no attention to these things. He leaned toward Chun Xiaoman beside him, listening to her explain the whole story from beginning to end.
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> "Next time something like this comes up, ask me first. Don't act on your own, and don't drag Bai Lingmiao into it." Li Huowang said.
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> If handled well, this was fine, but if not, it would just be another heap of trouble.
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> Chun Xiaoman hesitated, as if wanting to argue, but in the end simply nodded. "Yes, Senior Brother Li."
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> Seeing Zhao Qin, now dressed in formal attire, ascending the wooden stairs with his disciples, Li Huowang straightened up again.
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> With burning eyes fixed on him, Zhao Qin said nothing and simply poured himself a full cup, downing three in a row toward Li Huowang.
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> "Escort Head Zhao, no need to stand on ceremony. What happened with your wife was just... I couldn't stand by and watch. Have everyone else sit."
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> Li Huowang picked up his chopsticks first and clamped a piece of chicken meat. Seeing the escort masters who had come to keep them company also start eating, he then put it in his mouth and gave the others a look.
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> The others, who had been waiting impatiently, all dove in with their chopsticks. Taking advantage of the moment when the escorts were stunned by their ferocity, the dishes on the table visibly diminished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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> Li Huowang picked up a large chicken leg, took a bite, and tossed it under the table.
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> "Benefactor, no words can express my gratitude for this great kindness! You saved my wife today—you saved me! Tomorrow, I will personally deliver a generous gift to your residence. Please do not refuse!"
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> With the alcohol in him, Zhao Qin's nose was red, and he was clearly much more talkative.
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> "And should Benefactor ever face any difficulties in the future, the Dragon Soaring Escort Bureau will lend its full support!"
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> With that said, he downed another three cups toward Li Huowang.
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> Just as he reached for a fourth cup, Li Huowang blocked it with his chopsticks. "Escort Head Zhao, best not to overdo the liquor. It's no good talking when you're drunk. Actually, there is something I'd like to trouble you with."
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> "Since you're in the escort business, your escorts must all have good martial skills. Do you have any decent sword techniques suitable for learning?"
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> This wasn't just for Chun Xiaoman—it was for himself as well.
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> He had just gotten a fine sword from Abbess, but without a matching sword art, it wouldn't do. No matter how good the sword was, he couldn't just swing it around like a fire poker, stabbing wildly.
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> Since the man had opened the door, how could he not walk through it?
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>(End of chapter)