The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities
Chapter 263: Can You Really Cure?

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Can You Really Cure?

Huo Juanyan met Nan Yu’s confident gaze and, though he had many questions, ultimately swallowed them back.

His eyes darkened slightly as he extended his right hand onto the desk.

"Trouble Doctor Li."

Sitting across from him, Nan Yu rested her fingers on his wrist and began to take his pulse in concentrated silence.

Behind his mask, Huo Juanyan watched Nan Yu’s movements, observing as she closed her eyes and checked his pulse with serious dedication.

He involuntarily quieted his breathing, silently waiting for her verdict.

Chen Li stood by the side, also not daring to make a sound.

The study fell silent, filled only with the sound of their breathing.

Time passed uncertainly until Nan Yu opened her eyes.

She sharply turned to Huo Juanyan’s legs. "Family Head, may I examine your legs?"

Huo Juanyan nodded, his voice cold. "Yes."

Having said that, he lifted the woolen blanket from his legs and handed it to Chen Li.

Chen Li held it in her arms, nervously watching Nan Yu’s actions.

Nan Yu rolled up his trousers to reveal his strong, yet senseless legs.

Looking at the abnormally pale limbs, she noticed that the muscles had not atrophied. Evidently, he had been massaging his legs regularly and took good care of them.

Nan Yu took out Silver Needle, her raspy voice softer as she looked up to meet Huo Juanyan’s eyes.

"I’m about to administer the needles to test if there is any sensation in your legs. If you feel any pain or numbness, let me know."

Huo Juanyan’s voice was firm. "Okay."

With needles in her fingers, Nan Yu inserted Silver Needle into his thigh’s acupoints with the grace of a gliding dragon.

Before long, his legs were filled with Silver Needles.

Having finished, Nan Yu looked at Huo Juanyan again.

"Family Head, what do you feel now?"

Huo Juanyan frowned and tried to feel his legs, but just like before, there was no sensation; they felt empty.

With a cold expression, he shook his head, "No feeling."

Nan Yu extended her pale fingertips to his thigh. "Does this hurt?"

Still unable to feel anything, Huo Juanyan replied, "No pain."

Nan Yu then took a larger Silver Needle and inserted it into another acupoint.

Suddenly, a split second of acute pain surged and shot straight into Huo Juanyan’s brain.

His brow twitched, "Just now, I think I felt something."

Chen Li’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "Doctor Li, could the Family Head’s legs still be healed?"

Nan Yu’s voice was calm. "The Family Head’s leg affliction is trickier than I anticipated."

Chen Li’s hopeful expression solidified, replaced with a serious demeanor.

"Doctor Li, can’t you heal him either?"

Huo Juanyan also darkened his expression, his pupils spreading with endless darkness, showing a hint of disappointment on his face.

It seemed that Doctor Li could not heal his legs, nor was she the rumored Ghost Doctor.

Seeing their look of loss, Nan Yu’s tone carried a clear trace of amusement.

"I merely said it’s tricky, but I didn’t say I couldn’t heal."

Hope shone once more in Chen Li’s eyes. "Doctor Li, can you truly heal him?"

Huo Juanyan leaned forward to look at Nan Yu, an unidentifiable emotion flickering in his eyes as his hands subconsciously clenched into fists.

Nan Yu stood up, her tone becoming serious. "Of course I can heal him. However, curing his legs will be very challenging and the process exceedingly tough. You might not..."

Before she could finish, Huo Juanyan cut her off, his cool gaze emanating a chill.

"No matter how difficult, how painful, I can withstand it. But Doctor Li, can you really heal my legs?"