Yang Lingqi felt ashamed of himself. His behavior today had truly disgraced his scholarly bearing. Having more or less filled his stomach, he rose and bowed to Huo Shengnan. "I am Yang Lingqi. A pleasure to meet you, Brother Feihong."
Huo Shengnan shot Hu Xiaotian a glare. How had she become Huang Feihong out of nowhere? She had no idea why he had given her such a peculiar name. She smiled. "A pleasure to meet you, Brother Yang!" They compared their birth dates. Yang Lingqi and Huo Shengnan were born in the same year, but he was a few months older.
By then, Liang Dazhuang had prepared the bathwater and invited Yang Lingqi to wash and change.
After they left, Huo Shengnan came over to Hu Xiaotian and asked softly, "Who is this Brother Yang?"
Hu Xiaotian told Huo Shengnan how he had met Yang Lingqi, then said with feeling, "Brother Yang has suffered one misfortune after another. Don't judge him by the state he's fallen into. He's a genuinely gifted scholar, and his painting skills in particular could absolutely place him in the Grandmaster Realm."
Huo Shengnan said, "His hands seem to be crippled already." Yang Lingqi's left hand had been chopped off, and his right was partly crippled by ruptured tendons. Huo Shengnan had noticed this detail the moment she entered.
Hu Xiaotian sighed. "He really has been unfortunate. I need to find a way to heal his right hand."
Huo Shengnan blinked. "His right hand is already in that state. Can it still be healed?"
Hu Xiaotian said, "It should be possible to improve it. I can operate to clean up and suture the ruptured tendons, then supplement that with rehabilitation exercises. That should improve the function of his right hand."
Huo Shengnan said, "If you can