Chapter 161: Did you take the Return Spring Pill I gave you?

Could it really be that badly injured, and moreover not fit to be seen?

For a moment, Lin Meng felt worried in her heart, yet she also sensed something was off.

Wasn't she the one who gave Ye Chenjing a Return Spring Pill? If even the Return Spring Pill can't heal the injury, just how serious must it be?

Just as she was thinking, several people suddenly came into the restroom.

Soon, Lin Meng heard a few medical staff whispering to each other.

"Do you think General Manager Ye's leg still has a chance to heal?"

The little nurse looked regretful; if General Manager Ye ended up lame, that would truly be a pity.

One of the inpatient doctors likewise sighed, lowering their voice and whispered:

"There's an eighty percent chance it can't be cured, and he'll be left with a lifelong disability."

"Ah? How could this be? Yesterday wasn't the hospital director personally performing the surgery on him? It didn't succeed?"

The inpatient doctor shook his head: "The surgery was naturally considered a success, but General Manager Ye's injury is just too severe, and I heard he also injured that area."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, refraining from speaking further, yet deep down they began to feel some sympathy for Ye Chenjing.

He is clearly worth over a billion, and so handsome to boot, and rumor has it he hasn't even dated a girlfriend yet; yet because of a single accident, not only might he lose the use of a leg, he could even lose his fertility……

"Let's go, the matter of General Manager Ye ends here; we can't discuss it further, as there are many people visiting the ward today—who knows, someone might be deliberately eavesdropping."

Soon, the group hurriedly left, without saying anything more.

But their conversation was heard crystal clear by Lin Meng, and now even she couldn't stay calm.

A leg injury can be talked about; the Return Spring Pill should be able to heal it, but if the injury is really there……

Let's go take a look first; if modern medicine can't solve it, perhaps we could ask Ye Fan to see whether there's a cure in the world of cultivation.

Lin Meng also left soon after, but not long after she departed, another stall was slowly pushed open, and a woman in a pink dress walked out.

Fang Siyao never expected that just while using the toilet, she would end up eavesdropping on such important information.

She braced her hands on the sink, her face alternating between shades of green and purple; finally gritting her teeth, she picked up her bag and left the hospital.

Today was originally supposed to be her inviting her grandmother to come together to visit Ye Chenjing; Fang Siyao thought simply: if she could fawn over him during his bedridden period, perhaps he might develop feelings for her.

But she had only thought it was a minor injury that would heal in a few days; she never expected it to turn out like this.

She does admire Ye Chenjing, no doubt, but if she were to marry a man with a broken leg, even one who cannot function as a man, she asks herself honestly that she couldn't do it—even if that man were Ye Chenjing, it would still be impossible.

So after a brief internal struggle, Fang Siyao decisively chose to give up this pursuit.

A man losing that ability is unacceptable; my future husband absolutely cannot be a cripple in a wheelchair!

When Lin Meng walked out of the restroom, most of the people in the hallway had already left, leaving only a few security guards stationed at the stairwell and in front of the ward.

Ye's grandfather had already returned to the ward; when Lin Meng arrived at the ward door, through the small viewing window she could only see a few people standing at the foot of the bed, unable to see Ye Chenjing's face.

In the ward, Ye Chenyu stood by the bedside like a lost soul, while Ye Xiangrong gazed earnestly at the several divine doctors at the foot of the bed.

"Everyone, my grandson's leg……"

The Ye family had invited five divine doctors to treat Ye Chenjing's condition, among whom were Fang Fang, whom Lin Meng had seen before, and Doctor Huang Ziming.

The other three: one also from the Fang family, and two with extensive experience in treating external injuries, who had been specially invited this time in hopes of curing Ye Chenjing's leg without leaving any sequelae.

But as soon as Ye's grandfather finished speaking, the five divine doctors each lowered their heads, with Huang Ziming especially wanting to speak but hesitating.

Just now, after examining Ye Chenjing one by one, they found his leg injury was even more severe than they had anticipated; if not for the hospital director performing the surgery, they would likely have had to amputate.

Now being able to preserve the leg intact is already a great fortune.

Ye Xiangrong, seeing their demeanor, roughly had an idea in his heart, and, suppressing his grief, said:

"Come on, let's go outside to talk. Chenyu, keep your brother company and rest well; grandfather will think of a way."

Having said that, the grandfather turned away, his eyes already a little moist.

But just then, Ye Chenjing, face pale, said:

"No need to go out; let's say it here. Can my leg still be healed?"

He appeared calm on the surface, but only he himself knew that his heart was surging with unwillingness and despair.

Due to the effect of the painkiller pump, his leg injury temporarily caused little pain, but his heart had suffered a heavy blow.

The accident came too suddenly; originally he had been in the car lamenting that the peace talisman was gone just like that, while also feeling fortunate that if Lin Meng hadn't given him the peace talisman, he might have had his skull split open right then and there, losing his life.

Who would have thought that in the very next second, the car accident would befall him.

His leg is probably ruined……

Ye Xiangrong looked at Ye Chenjing with concern, but eventually nodded and said to Doctor Huang Ziming:

"Old Huang, speak plainly; you all surely already have a number in mind, right?"

The five divine doctors looked at each other, then all shook their heads.

Doctor Huang Ziming sighed and said:

"Old Ye, I'm really sorry, but Young Ye's leg injury is at the root; even we would find it hard to guarantee no aftereffects, but we can try—at the very least we might be able to restore his leg to about seventy‑eighty percent."

As he went on, Huang Ziming felt his confidence wane, and his voice gradually faded.

Ye Chenjing suddenly gave a self‑mocking smile, his thin lips pressed tight, having braced himself in his heart for the worst outcome.

He calmly looked at Ye Chenyu and slowly spoke.

"Go help me buy a more comfortable wheelchair."

From now on, he would rather sit in a wheelchair than accept walking with a limp.

Ye Chenyu couldn't hold back any longer and burst out crying, 'Waaah!'

Ye Xiangrong secretly wiped away tears; the bitterness rose from his heart to his mouth, yet he could only force himself to swallow this sorrow.

Heaven is unfair to the Ye family, taking away all his children—not to mention now possibly taking the leg of his eldest grandson as well?

For a moment, the entire ward was shrouded in despair and sorrow.

Lin Meng leaned against the wall, listening to the voices inside the room; after a brief silence, she felt extremely uneasy.

A man like Ye Chenjing, full of vigor and able to command wind and rain, presumably cannot accept becoming disabled.

Meanwhile, she kept muttering to herself in her heart.

Did the Return Spring Pill not come in handy? Or did Ye Chenjing simply not think of having this medicine?

Or perhaps he never took her earlier words to heart.

He doesn't believe in the efficacy of the Return Spring Pill?

Overthinking is useless; I'll just go in and ask later.

After waiting a moment longer, Huang Ziming and the others finally came out, each with a solemn face as they left.

Sometimes they also feel powerless; though everyone calls them divine doctors, they are not truly divine doctors after all, and many illnesses and injuries remain incurable.

As Fang Fang left, she caught a glimpse of Lin Meng out of the corner of her eye, pondering; looking around, she noticed her granddaughter was missing, and she roughly understood the situation.

After Lin Meng and the others had left, he then pushed the door open and went in.

Several of these bodyguards had seen Lin Meng before, and they did not stop her.

The sickroom smelled of disinfectant; Ye Chenjing lay half-reclined on the bed, his pale face bearing a hint of stern aura—anyone could see his mood was at its worst, and he might explode at any moment.

As soon as Lin Meng entered, she asked the Ye Chenjing lying on the bed:

Did you take the Return Spring Pill I gave you?