Chapter 83: Swift as the Wind

Seeing Jiang Yuan’s tears, Zhong Xiao was both shocked and deeply pained. She hurriedly took Jiang Yuan’s hand, while her other hand gently patted her back.

“It’s all right, sister-in-law. If big brother likes it, I’ll cook for him every day. I’ll make meals for both of you every day, you can trust me. It won’t be long before I have big brother looking healthy and plump.”

Jiang Yuan nodded as she wiped her tears. “Yes, yes.”

The two were in the middle of their conversation when a noise suddenly echoed from upstairs. Jiang Yuan was startled, thinking it must be Song Yanzhou, and worried he might have fallen from the bed, she immediately ran upstairs to check. Zhong Xiao followed close behind.

When they reached the second floor and saw Song Yanzhou, both women froze in surprise—especially Jiang Yuan.

She actually saw Song Yanzhou… had moved himself from the bed to his wheelchair.

Song Yanzhou’s wheelchair was always placed next to his bed. Previously, every afternoon, Jiang Yuan would help him into it, then push him downstairs for some fresh air. For convenience, apart from the regular staircase, a separate wooden spiral ramp had been built from the second to the first floor.

Later, when Jiang Yuan became pregnant and found it difficult to manage, a security officer came each afternoon to help Song Yanzhou outside. But whether it was Jiang Yuan or the security officer, Song Yanzhou always needed assistance to move from the bed to his wheelchair.

This was the first time that Song Yanzhou had managed to transfer himself from the bed to the wheelchair.

Jiang Yuan had no idea how he had done it.

Her mouth fell open slightly, disbelief in her voice. “Yanzhou, did you… did you get up by yourself?”

Song Yanzhou looked up.

His lips were pressed tight, veins stood out on his forehead as if he was exerting great effort. His neck was flushed, and he looked exhausted, breathing a little heavily. If one looked closely, a fine sheen of sweat could be seen at his temples.

He looked at Jiang Yuan, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

He said, “Yuanyuan, yes… I got up by myself.”

Jiang Yuan couldn’t contain her emotions. She let out a small, sharp cry, covering her mouth in excitement and disbelief.

What had she just heard?

Song Yanzhou said he had moved himself from the bed to the wheelchair.

How could that be… How was that possible…?

Jiang Yuan rushed over, sitting at the edge of the bed, and looked closely at Song Yanzhou.

Song Yanzhou took her trembling hand and said, “After lunch, I was planning to take a nap. But as I lay down, I suddenly felt a warm current in my lower body…”

As he spoke, Song Yanzhou could not forget that sensation—the long-lost feeling, a reunion with what he thought had vanished forever.

A sense he’d believed he would never have again in his life.

It had returned to him.

Song Yanzhou’s voice trembled.

“I seemed to sense the presence of my legs. You might not believe it, but even though I still can’t move them, I can truly, truly feel them.”

“I felt power surging all through me. I thought I would never again be able to leave the bed under my own strength. I never imagined… I actually did it.”

“Yuanyuan, tell me—is this a dream? It’s not a dream, is it?”

Jiang Yuan’s tears streamed down her face.

“It’s not a dream… Yanzhou, you did it. You really did it.”

The two embraced tightly.

Watching them cry in each other’s arms, Zhong Xiao’s eyes reddened as well.

She was genuinely happy for Jiang Yuan and Brother Song.

And judging by this outcome…

The crops and poultry raised on spiritual spring water in her space truly possessed miraculous effects.

After just one meal, Song Yanzhou was already able to move himself to the wheelchair.

If he ate more, could he stand up completely?

After a year or so, would he be able to compete in the military district’s sports meet?

Might he even run a kilometer or more!

As these thoughts flitted through Zhong Xiao’s mind, she suddenly remembered something. Finding an excuse, she slipped out of Jiang Yuan and Song Yanzhou’s room.

Back in her own room, Zhong Xiao locked the door and entered her space.

She walked to the spiritual spring pool and bit her fingertip.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

Zhong Xiao thought she had a high pain tolerance—after all, she had endured ten years of hardship in the countryside.

But it turned out that although she retained her memories and intellect from those years, her body was no longer as tough. The bite hurt so much she cried out.

Gritting her teeth, she quickly let a drop of blood fall onto one of the crabs in the spiritual spring pool.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp… the spiritual spring water is delicious… gulp, gulp, gulp…”

“Still drinking!” Zhong Xiao grabbed a crab and held it up before her eyes. “I’ve got you now!”

“Oh, oh! I’m flying!”

The crab’s two protruding eyes spun around in the air, gleaming with spirit as they regarded Zhong Xiao.

She got straight to the point. “Tell me, how many of your relatives would someone have to eat before a person paralyzed for years could walk as if nothing had ever happened?”

The crab was silent for a moment—was she being polite? But after a pause, knowing its fate, it thought for a while and answered,

“Walking like nothing happened might be a stretch. But if you just want to stand, it might take eating them every day for a month.”

“...Every day?” Zhong Xiao asked. “Wouldn’t you get tired of eating that? Does it really have to be every day?”

“In any case, it should add up to about a month.”

“Just a month to be able to stand?”

“More or less,” the crab replied. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Go ahead,” Zhong Xiao responded cheerfully.

“If you eat my relatives, can you please not eat me?”

Zhong Xiao was speechless.

What a ‘traitorous’ crab.

She pursed her lips and agreed. It wasn’t out of any particular kindness, but now that she could hear this crab’s thoughts, killing it would mean she’d have to bite her finger again to listen to another crab speak.

Just thinking of that piercing pain made Zhong Xiao shudder.

So, after striking the deal, Zhong Xiao marked the crab and put it back into the spiritual spring pool.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp… the spiritual spring water is delicious…”

Zhong Xiao heard the crab’s satisfied murmur and left the space.

The moment she came out, there was a knock on her bedroom door, and Song Tingshen’s voice rang out from outside.

“Zhong Xiao, are you in there?”

She quickly opened the door.

Just as she was about to speak, Song Tingshen asked,

“What happened to your finger?”