No Cure

When he walked out of the hospital, Su Dajiang already felt that his wound was much better, and the sharp pain from before was gone.

He could even straighten his back and his steps were faster.

"Husband, if your wound hurts, walk slower. We aren't in a rush to go home," cautioned Wei Guiqin when she saw that he was walking faster, for fear that his wound would aggravate.

"I think that it's strange, too. Our daughter's words seem to be magical. She said that it should stop hurting, and it really did!" Su Dajiang found it inconceivable.

It was not as if he had not been injured before. After the stitches were removed, the wound still hurt for a while.

Not this time, though.

Wei Guiqin rolled her eyes. "Enough with you two. Are you done? Your daughter's words have become holy words from the Buddha's scripture? Listening to her can cure all illnesses and pain?"

"Don't say that; it really is so." He laughed dryly.

"Tsk." She was unwilling to listen further.

Su Hanyan's lips curled into a smile. She silently thought to herself that it was a pity that this healing ability could not cure illnesses and could only reduce pain. If it could, would she not become a divine doctor?

In the future, she would be able to treat any illnesses with just a touch of hand. Would patients not form a long line? By then, she could count money until her hands felt cramped. How beautiful would that be?

What a pity… Her golden finger was not long enough, nor was it heaven-defying enough!

Su Hanyan pondered over the matter of her golden finger. Suddenly, the image of Jin Chen's exhausted appearance appeared in her mind. Could the golden finger remove pain or eliminate fatigue?

She regretted not thinking of it earlier and trying it out. If she could, she could help him…

Jin Chen's messy mind had become quiet. There was no more piercing noise and pain. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already close to noon.

The doctor's office was still. Only Lu Feifan was sitting by the bed, propping his chin in his hand and staring at a certain spot in a daze.

"Cough." Jin Chen coughed twice.

"You're awake!" Lu Feifan recovered from his daze and hurriedly inquired. "How are you feeling? Is the piercing noise still there? Does your head still hurt? Can you continue? If not, I'll take leave to send you home."

"I'm fine now." He stretched his body and muscles. "The relapse didn't last long this time. The nap made me feel a lot better. Oh, right. How's the surgery?"

"Still thinking about the surgery?" The other poured a glass of water and stuffed it into his hand. "You couldn't continue at the operating table. After I helped you out, Director Lin took over. Don't worry."

"Aren't you leaving?" He glanced at him.

"You heartless person." Lu Feifan really wanted to punch his friend in the face. "I was worried about you. You don't have to worry about the surgery. I'm not the only anesthetist in the hospital, so fret not. The surgery won't be a problem."

"Mm." Jin Chen nodded.

"By the way, when this happened in the past, didn't you have a hard time recovering? How did you recover so quickly this time?" Lu Feifan was puzzled.

He grew up with the man and knew that the latter had had this illness since he was young.

It was a strange illness. Every time Jin Chen got exhausted, it would jump out and create trouble, giving him unbearable pain.

However, every time he went to the hospital for a checkup, they would not find anything. When the man was studying abroad, he had almost visited all the experts in Country M, but even then, they were unable to find a cure.