Chapter Five Rehabilitation

  As soon as she came out of the toilet, Yan Qingcheng supported Cong Ye to the faucet and stretched out her hand, meaning to help Cong Ye wash his hands. Cong Ye hurriedly said:

  "Sister-in-law, I can go."

  Cong Ye's face turned bright red, Yan Qingcheng smiled slightly and didn't insist anymore. She just reached out to grab Cong Ye's arm to prevent him from falling over while washing his hands. After finishing washing his hands, she supported Cong Ye to the front clinic and let him sit on the edge of a small bed.

  "If you're tired, just tell me and I'll help you lie down. By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? It's been two days now, and my wife still hasn't treated you well."

  "Sister-in-law, I can eat anything. The money I brought is in the luggage, and when I get back, I'll give it to you as a food allowance."

  "You've come all this way to visit me and you still want me to pay for your food?"

  Accompanying Yan Qingcheng in conversation, Cong Ye remembered that he had to break through the Fengfu acupoint, so he made an excuse that he was tired from sitting and had Yan Qingcheng help him lie down. Focusing his energy, he began to guide the hot flow in his meridians, launching a series of attacks on the Fengfu acupoint. Each time, Cong Ye felt progress, as if the Fengfu acupoint was like a cotton ball that was blown open by the hot flow, only to quickly recover to its original state. From his actions yesterday and today, Cong Ye had confirmed what he thought in his heart: as long as he could break through the Fengfu acupoint and allow his meridians to fully connect, his problem of being unable to control his balance would definitely improve. Therefore, Cong Ye made up his mind to break through the Fengfu acupoint as soon as possible.

  Cong Ye was concentrating on striking the Feng Fu acupoint, unaware that his entire body had been drenched in sweat. Yan Qingcheng happened to glance at him and was startled by Cong Ye's clothes being soaked with sweat. Earlier that morning, when she came to Cong Ye's bedside and saw the sweat stains on his body, Yan Qingcheng thought it was just due to the heat of the night. But now, it wasn't very hot, so why was he sweating so much? Could there be something else wrong with Cong Ye's body?

  She hastily got up, just about to stretch out her hand to wake Cong Ye, thinking that Cong Ye on the small bed must be asleep, otherwise it was impossible for him to be motionless despite sweating so much. Just as Yan Qing Cheng's hand was about to touch Cong Ye's shoulder, she suddenly stopped again, thinking that maybe he didn't sleep well last night, let him sleep a little longer, and wait until he wakes up to thoroughly wipe his body clean.

  The two people did not know that if Yan Qingcheng had not suddenly changed her mind just now, Cong Ye's life would have been in danger. At this time, Cong Ye was absolutely not allowed to be disturbed. No matter whether Cong Ye was practicing qigong or not, when a person's attention is highly concentrated, if they are suddenly disturbed, it is easy to cause an accident. Just like when you are thinking about something very important with your head down, and someone suddenly shouts loudly in your ear, if you don't have a history of heart disease, it's fine, but if you do, you will definitely get sick. Even if you don't, you will be scared to the point of palpitations for half a day. And now Cong Ye is even more focused than thinking about something, so the consequences of being disturbed are naturally even more terrifying.

  "Ah——"

  Yan Qingcheng, who was sitting in the chair behind the desk reading a book, was startled by Cong Ye's sudden loud shout. He hurried to the bedside and shook Cong Ye, who was lying on the bed. But then he saw Cong Ye suddenly get up and flip over to the bottom of the bed. From Cong Ye's series of actions, Yan Qingcheng couldn't tell that Cong Ye was a patient with brain damage at all. His eyes widened in surprise as he stared blankly at Cong Ye, who walked back and forth on the ground for two steps.

  "Sister-in-law, did I scare you?"

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yes, it seems like I just had a dream. In the dream, someone was chasing me and I ran as hard as I could. Just when they were about to catch up with me, I let out a loud cry and suddenly felt my body become incredibly light. When I got out of bed and tried it out, it really worked."

  Of course, Cong Ye was lying. Where did he have a dream? Cong Ye had just been guiding the flow of people in the meridian to impact Fengfu acupoint. After repeated impacts, only a little bit was left that couldn't be broken through, and Cong Ye became anxious. Just as Cong Ye was about to give up temporarily and wait until night to make another impact, he suddenly had an idea:

  "Why do I always use the Dazhui and Fengfu points to tonify, but not try using the Baihui, Hou Ding, Qiang Jian, and Naohu points from the front and back to tonify instead?"

  Thinking of this, Cong Ye responded to the hot flow running in the opposite direction, passing through **, Qi Hai, along Ren Mai from bottom to top, to the Bai Hui hole on the top of the head, and then from top to bottom, towards the back of the brain again. Once, twice, three times, when Cong Ye clearly felt the Feng Fu hole loosen, he suddenly shouted loudly, with one breath, and broke through.

  "Come with me."

  Cong Ye followed Yan Qingcheng to the backyard.

  "Congye, surrounding the yard running a lap I see."

  Cong Yeyan said that at first she jogged slowly, then started to run fast, but the small yard was too small and she couldn't even take two steps before reaching the end.

  "Alright, alright, really alright."

  "Finally don't have to drag down sister-in-law anymore, today at noon I cooked a meal for sister-in-law to eat."

  "Can you cook?"

  "Didn't Brother tell his wife that I grew up in an orphanage?"

  "Are you an orphan?"

  "Hmm, it seems that Pai Long really didn't tell his wife. Yeah, I'm an orphan, grew up in an orphanage since I was a kid, until I enlisted."

  "After you were discharged, haven't you gone back to the orphanage to take a look?"

  "Not yet, let's go back later, it won't be late."

  At this time, Yan Qingcheng suddenly had a question in her mind. Why didn't Cong Ye go back to the orphanage first and instead came directly to Guan Hai Cheng to see herself? After all, the orphanage was also considered Cong Ye's home. Was there some agreement between him and Xiao Zhi that wasn't fulfilled? Or did Cong Ye have other ideas?

  Yan Qingshan was secretly guessing in her heart while watching Cong Ye take off his sweater and stand under the faucet to wash his body. Although she couldn't see any bulging muscles on Cong Ye's body, his smooth body lines still told Yan Qingshan that the young man in front of her had a very healthy physique. After Cong Ye finished washing up and went back into the room for a while, he came out and said to Yan Qingshan:

  "Sister-in-law, I'm going out to buy some vegetables and will be back."

  "Do you know where to buy vegetables?"

  "I really don't know."

  "Let's go, anyway the clinic has no one coming, let's go together."

  The day before yesterday, when Congye arrived at Rizhao Lane, it was already dark. That night, he was beaten unconscious and spent most of the next day in bed, only to be brutally beaten again that evening. It wasn't until now that Congye had his first complete view of the scenery in Rizhao Lane. He saw that the houses at both ends of the lane had been almost completely demolished, leaving only a dozen or so houses in the center of the lane.

  "Sister-in-law, it seems like we're about to tear down all the way to the clinic here."

  "Yes, in a few more days, we'll have to move even if we don't want to."

  "Haven't you found a good place yet?"

  "Look at the developer's attitude, even if you sleep on the street, they will still demolish it."

  "What a bunch of scum."

  "In recent years, the phenomenon of forced demolition and relocation has been occurring from time to time. Although the government occasionally intervenes, when it comes to developers with deep backgrounds, no one dares to intervene. There is no absolute fairness in this world. You grew up in an orphanage, then school, then went to the army, always growing up in an environment with little conflict of interest. So, your understanding of society is not comprehensive. Take it easy, you will adapt soon."

  "Ah, being in the army is still better."

  "Why did you choose to be demobilized instead of choosing to be a volunteer soldier? Are you regretting it now?"

  "I, ……"

  Cong Ye almost couldn't bear it and was about to say something he had promised to the team leader before, but hesitated for a moment before speaking.

  "No regrets."

  Two people bought a lot of green vegetables, returned to the medical building, Cong Ye said nothing would let Yan Qingcheng move, insisted on doing a relatively sumptuous lunch by himself, and during the meal, also symbolically drank some drinks as if drinking.

  "Cong Ye, why don't you go out and take a stroll tonight? Wait until they leave before coming back."

  "How can that be? What if those people lay hands on your sister?"

  "It didn't work, the first two times it didn't move me, it just smashed the things inside."

  "No, I want to stay."

  Cong Ye's tone was extremely resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. Yan Qingcheng worried that those people would beat Cong Ye up again at night, so she said:

  "Otherwise, let your sister-in-law accompany you out for a walk, they see people, should not break in."

  "Sister-in-law, you'd better go hide, I'll stay and take a look. What if we hide and they really demolish the clinic? Wouldn't that be troublesome?"

  After some discussion, neither of them was willing to go out alone, so they decided to stay and see what happens next.

  "If they come again tonight, don't fight with them."

  Cong Ye thought that both times they had taken the initiative to attack, and he hadn't provoked them. After lunch, Yan Qingcheng said to Cong Ye:

  "Congye, you've just recovered, why don't you go back inside and lie down for a while, get some more rest."

  Congye also wanted to be alone and quiet for a while, thinking about how to deal with those people tonight, so he nodded in agreement, came to the backyard, entered the house, and instead of lying down on the bed in the west room, sat on the chair in the bright room, deep in thought.

  "The hot flow running through one's own meridians should not only be for strengthening the body, but also have other effects. If according to the introduction of qigong books, guiding the hot flow to one's legs and hands, can it play a certain role in fighting?"

  Here is the translation:

  Thinking of this, Cong Ye came to the courtyard, mobilizing the hot flow in his meridians to concentrate on his right hand, and suddenly punched forward. Although it was a punch in mid-air, Cong Ye could still sense the power of this punch, which was completely beyond what he could achieve without borrowing the flow of others. Immediately after, he guided the hot flow to his own feet and stomped forcefully towards the ground. What surprised Cong Ye was that on the relatively hard sandy ground, a faint footprint was left behind, giving Cong Ye a glimmer of hope.

  The whole afternoon, Cong Ye was in the yard, figuring out how to get the hot spring flowing more smoothly. Naturally, the commotion caused by Cong Ye soon attracted Yan Qing Cheng's attention, who came to the backyard and took a look, thinking that Cong Ye was just exercising, didn't say anything, and turned around to leave.