Chapter 46: I'll Be Gentle
Chen Rong was, after all, the headmaster of the school, and now he was being spoken to so rudely by a stranger, a young man no less. It left him feeling rather embarrassed. However, he quickly set aside this prejudice.
"Wang Ying, it seems your leg is dislocated."
"Dislocated? How could that be? Stop talking nonsense." Although Zhang Shen had once helped Ye Qiong with her menstrual pain, in Ye Qiong's heart, she always thought of Zhang Shen as a lecher who took advantage of her. When she heard him say this about Wang Ying, she immediately suspected he was trying to get handsy with Wang Ying.
"Believe it or not, that's your choice. I'm going to treat her now."
"You—"
Wang Ying was just about to retort when she was interrupted by Chen Rong.
"Young lady, he’s not wrong. Let him try to treat you. If he can't, I’m still here."
Hearing the headmaster speak, Ye Qiong naturally couldn't argue further. She was surprised, though, that this fellow seemed to have some real skills. The same thought occurred to Chen Rong.
As the headmaster, Chen Rong found it remarkable that this young man could diagnose the problem with a single glance, while the two female medical students were at a loss. Still, his willingness to let Zhang Shen try was to see whether Zhang Shen truly had talent or was merely putting on a show.
Zhang Shen crouched beside Wang Ying and said, "This might hurt a bit, but don’t worry, I'll be gentle."
Wang Ying pursed her lips and nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing to let him proceed. Just as Zhang Shen was about to reach for Wang Ying’s delicate foot, Ye Qiong suddenly shouted, "Hey, don't think I don’t know what you’re up to! If you dare touch anywhere you shouldn’t, you’d better watch out for your life!"
Ye Qiong's warning might have frightened a small child, but Zhang Shen paid it no mind.
He completely ignored Ye Qiong and gently lifted Wang Ying's right foot.
In terms of age, Ye Qiong and Wang Ying were peers, but Ye Qiong, with her stylish looks, was the typical rich girl who knew how to dress up. Wang Ying, on the other hand, was from an ordinary family, unadorned, yet naturally elegant. In Zhang Shen’s eyes, Wang Ying had the edge because of her agreeable temperament.
The moment he lifted Wang Ying’s right foot, Zhang Shen couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but through her sheer stockings, he caught a faint, pleasant fragrance, nearly betraying his composure as an inexperienced young man.
With a sudden motion, there was a crisp "crack"—the dislocated joint was set.
"Alright, try walking now," Zhang Shen said as he set Wang Ying’s foot down.
Ye Qiong immediately asked, "Xiao Ying, how do you feel?"
Wang Ying hadn’t expected the treatment to be so quick, and she hadn’t felt any pain—so unlike the dramatic scenes she’d seen in TV shows. She pondered this quietly; after all, they were training to be nurses, not bone-setters.
Ever since she’d met Zhang Shen at the restaurant, Wang Ying had felt an unexplainable fondness for him, so when he asked her to try walking, she didn’t hesitate.
Seeing Wang Ying stand up, Zhang Shen, perhaps trying to lighten the mood, said, "It’s fine, take a few steps!"
Ye Qiong and Wang Ying both rolled their eyes at him.
"Miss, with your fine figure, you really don’t need to diet anymore; otherwise, you'll be malnourished. Your dislocation is the result of such unhealthy cycles. You have to take responsibility for your health to avoid similar incidents in the future."
Hearing this, Wang Ying was astonished; it was as if Zhang Shen could read her mind, knowing even this detail.
"One more thing," Zhang Shen added, "for the next few days, your right foot will still feel some pain and swelling, so you should gently massage the area regularly."
"Thank you, miracle doctor!"
Ye Qiong suddenly realized something was off and quickly retorted, "Miracle doctor? If he were really a doctor, why would he be here?"
"Miss Ye is right, I’m not a doctor," Zhang Shen replied, "but this young lady is also right; I am a miracle doctor, since I cured her."
Seeing Zhang Shen’s boastfulness, Ye Qiong shot back, "That was just blind luck!"
"Oh, really? Then why don’t you try getting lucky like that yourself?"
Chen Rong, unable to bear any more, stepped in to scold both Ye Qiong and Zhang Shen.
"You two, do you think this is the place for such behavior? You and the injured young lady, return to your dormitory."
Ye Qiong understood Chen Rong was giving her a way out, so she stopped arguing and quickly helped Wang Ying away from the scene.
Zhang Shen, grinning mischievously, said, "Old man, I came here to see you!"
"To see me?"
Chen Rong was certain he’d never met this young man before.
Seeing Chen Rong’s confusion, Zhang Shen explained, "Director Wei sent me. He said I should come straight to you."
"Director Wei? Wei Xiaorong?"
"That’s right!"
Zhang Shen wondered if Wei Xiaorong had neglected to inform the old headmaster.
"Let’s talk inside," Chen Rong said, leading Zhang Shen into the office.
"So, you’re the miracle doctor Director Wei spoke of. I never expected we’d meet like this; it’s a bit embarrassing, really."
From Chen Rong’s demeanor, Zhang Shen sensed he was being genuine. He quickly stepped forward and began, "Old man—"
He caught himself, realizing it was inappropriate, and corrected, "Headmaster, I’m no miracle doctor. I just have some medical skills and wish to help people."
Chen Rong, a respected authority in medicine, cared little for titles; he valued real ability. Zhang Shen’s display had already won his approval.
"I see your medical skills are profound. May I know the name of your teacher?"
"My teacher is Luo Baiyang."
"Luo Baiyang?"
Like many others, Chen Rong was unfamiliar with the name.
"Is that the 'old man' you mentioned earlier?"
The question was almost an afterthought.
"Yes, the old man is my master. When I saw your back just now, I thought you were him, so..."
"Haha! Clearly, you and your master are very close!"
"Of course," Zhang Shen replied.
Chen Rong knew then that Zhang Shen was destined for greatness. He’d thought Director Wei was simply using their acquaintance to recommend someone unremarkable, but unexpectedly, a true talent had arrived at the school today.