<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5265</h2>


    Nan Batian smiled bitterly, “I know… But so many years have passed, and she’s be what she is now. Can we ever go back to the way things were?”


    David looked at him and said seriously, “The past may not be returnable, but the future may not be impossible. Escaping won’t solve the problem. Besides, the health of the Fat Lady isn’t necessarily beyond repair.”


    Nan Batian suddenly raised his head, a glint of hope in his eyes. “What did you say? Mr. Chen, do you have a solution?” Chen


    Ping scratched his head. “I can’t guarantee it, but I might give it a try.


    I once saw a simr record in an ancient book. Some physical deformations caused by evil skills are notpletely irreversible.


    The key is to find the root cause of the evil skill and analyze the principles of its energy flow. Then, using appropriate medicine and exercises, perhaps the side effects can be neutralized.”


    He paused and said, “Can I have a proper conversation with the owner of the Fat Lady? I’d like to learn more about the specifics of that evil skill.”


    Nan Batian hesitated, then nodded. “Okay… Thank you, Mr. Chen.”


    He knew this might be Ah Cui’s only chance, and his chance to make amends.


    Before long, Fat Lady, having made all the arrangements, happily approached, dragging Nan Batian to the banquet.


    “Batian,e on! I’ve got some good food and wine ready. Let’s have a good chat! It’s been so long since west met, and I have so much to tell you!”


    Nan Batian nced at David, who winked at him.


    Nan Batian took a deep breath and said to the fat woman, “A Cui… I have something to tell you. And Mr. Chen said he might have a way… to help you.” The


    fat woman shuddered at the long-lost name “A Cui,” and tears welled up in her eyes.


    She stared nkly at Nan Batian, then at David, her voice trembling. “Help me? Help me with what?”


    David stepped forward and said sincerely, “Master Fatty, I want to help you find a way to remove the side effects of your evil power and restore your body to its original state.” The


    Fatty was stunned, then burst intoughter as if she had heard a great joke, though herughter was filled with bitterness and self-deprecation.


    “Restore to your original state? Little brother, don’t tease me. For many years, I’ve consulted numerous renowned doctors and tried various treatments, but none have worked. The side effects of this evil power are irreversible. I’ve long since resigned myself to my fate,” the Fatty said.


    “I know it’s difficult,” David said firmly, “but how can we know without trying? Master Fatty, don’t you want to return to your original self? Don’t you want to start over with Nan Batian as you were before?”


    These words were like a key, unlocking Fatty’s long-buried desire.


    Herughter abruptly died, and she stared at Nan Batian, her eyes filled with longing and disbelief.


    Yes, how could she not? Countless times over the years, she’d dreamed of herself transformed back into the delicate Ah Cui, nestled beside Brother Batian.


    But every time she woke, the sight of her bloated body filled her with only endless despair.


    “Really… is there hope?”


    The fat woman’s voice, whispering as softly as a mosquito’s, held a faint glimmer of hope.


    “A 70% chance,” David said, a conservative estimate based on ancient records and his own judgment. “But I need you to tell me the details of that evil technique, including the forms, the route of practice, and the feelings and changes in your body during practice.”


    The fat woman hesitated for a long time, then nced at Nan Batian’s encouraging gaze, then thought of the pain and self-esteem she’d endured for so many years. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, “Okay! I’m telling you! As long as there’s even a glimmer of hope, I’m willing to try! Even… even if I fail in the end, I’ll ept it!”