Dr. Du had the feeling of "the Emperor not being anxious, but the eunuch is," but—he wasn't a eunuch, was he?
Dr. Du had no means at all to deal with his own grandson. He thought he'd try persuading him again the next day, but the following morning at six, Pei Yicheng was already dressed, sitting in the yard reading.
If you ignored the wheelchair, his grandson's handsome looks and that natural poise—looking across all of Gaoliang County, nobody could compare.
In Dr. Du's heart, his grandson was a dragon among men: the very best.
What a pity, what a pity that accident meant his grandson could never stand again.
Dr. Du swept away the regret in his eyes; he thought, his grandson's legs could surely be cured. For the past six months, he'd been poring over medical books, searching for answers on how Pei Yicheng's legs could be healed.
