Qin Yang was putting on his clothes when his previously indifferent expression suddenly shattered.
"I remember, Master, and I won't give you that opportunity."
The thought of letting his wife marry another man was unbearable.
After leaving Old Sir He's courtyard, Qin Yang continued to assure Lin Chuxia that he would never recklessly endanger himself again and would cherish his wellbeing.
Lin Chuxia did not expect the master's words to be so effective, and she quietly marveled at how the old man still favored her.
Seeing that Qin Yang no longer needed to keep his arm in a sling, but could casually let it hang by his side, she also asked him about how he felt.
Qin Yang lifted his arm and moved his fingers, his face brimming with a satisfied smile.
"After Master's acupuncture treatment, I feel a marked improvement in recovery. Previously, my finger movements were weak and unresponsive, but now they're nimble. It's just that after a long period of inactivity, I lack strength."
