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After Marissa finished speaking, Glenn furrowed his brow and described his sensation. “My legs feel warm and somewhat painful. The pain is more intense thanst time!”
Allyson, who had been on the verge of reprimanding Marissa, immediately held her tongue. Her cheeks flushed suddenly, as though pped.
“Not bad. Today’s acupuncture was quite effective,” Marissa nodded with a smile. “Your legs actually possess considerable vitality. Despite years of dormancy, they haven’tpletely regenerated.
We’ll need more sessions to fully awaken them. I estimate a total of 9,999 needles will be necessary, so patience and faith are key, Glenn.”
“Understood!” Glenn nodded eagerly. “Since myst acupuncture session with you, I’ve been very optimistic.”
Marissa passed the bottle of medicine to Glenn. “A week from now, we’ll do the next acupuncture. Before that, apply this medicine diligently—twice daily, morning and evening. Don’t skip.”
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Examining the bottle in his hand, Glenn tried to discern its contents. Unfortunately, the smooth porcin bottle bore nobel.
Marissa exined cheerfully, “This is Dr. Riss’ special secret form. It doesn’t have a name. Just think of it as perfume, Glenn.”
Glenn found her words amusing. “Tiffany, you’re truly witty. How could I possibly treat Dr. Riss’ secret medicine like perfume? I hold it in high regard!”
Marissa chuckled. “This bottle is enough for a week. I’ll adjust the medicine during our next acupuncture session.”
“Alright,” Glenn replied simply.
Meanwhile, he clutched the medicine bottle tightly to his chest.
Cade stepped forward. “Mr. Glenn Daniels, should I take care of the medicine bottle for you?”
Glenn declined firmly. “No need.”
This bottle of medicine represented his hope of walking again. It was more precious than life itself. He couldn’t trust anyone else to safeguard it; it was safest in his own hands.
Everyone could sense Glenn’s feelings and couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Despite being in his thirties, Glenn suddenly seemed like a child. Truly, hope can reveal one’s inner innocence.
Arabe, who had been listening intently to Marissa and Glenn’s conversation, suddenly apuded and eximed, “Marvelous! Glenn, you’ll be walking in no time!”
Looking at Glenn, she dered, “Glenn, once your legs are healed, I’ll find you a wonderful wife just as exceptional as Tiffany.”
“Grandma,” Glenn felt embarrassed. He had been paralyzed since the age of four and had reached thirty-one without ever having been in a rtionship or harboring such thoughts. Despite asional interest from some girls, his heart remained as cold and unresponsive as still water.
He understood that those girls weren’t drawn to him out of genuine affection but rather because they saw value in his status and sought personal gain.
His life had been marked by bleakness and pain, each day a struggle with feelings of inferiority. How could he contemte holding a girl’s hand, pursuing romance, or marriage?
But now, filled with hope for life, he found himself unexpectedly looking forward to the future. Arabe’s mention of finding him a wife stirred a shy excitement within him.
Seeing Glenn’s transformation, Allyson, who had previously been skeptical of Marissa, had a conflicted expression. She was pleased with Glenn’s progress but still harbored doubts about Marissa’s medical abilities.
She wanted to observe more to ascertain if Marissa’s treatment was genuinely effective.
Just then, Lawrence and Lindsay, the two young ones, bounded down the stairs, flushed with excitement and sweaty from their y. Rita followed closely behind them.
Lindsay ran up to Marissa, hugging her leg tightly. “Mom, I’m hungry.”
Lawrence, however, was immediately intrigued by the rigid figure of Franco. He darted over and circled him twice, blinking hisrge eyes with curiosity.
“Hey, is he a robot?” he asked, poking Franco’s waist with his finger curiously.
In the next instant, Franco’s expression turned utterly pathetic
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