"Feifan, is their son’s migraine cured?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "Migraines are different for everyone. Aside from some rare cases of spontaneous remission, medicine hasn’t found a definitive cure for most attacks. Current treatments are mostly focused on mitigation and prevention."
"Since the alignment massage and Gua Sha are effective, they should continue with them for a while to solidify the results."
Du Qiu hummed in agreement. "I’ll pass your message along to them."
"They also asked me to convey their sincere thanks to you."
After a brief pause, Du Qiu added, looking a bit embarrassed, "Feifan, I also got a call from another neighbor today..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Yan Ziruo, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"Mrs. Du, you know Feifan is taking traditional Chinese medicine to recover his strength. He desperately needs as much rest as he can get."
"From now on, if someone has a problem like that, just tell them to go to the hospital."
Du Qiu’s expression turned awkward. "Yes, yes, you’re right," she said, a little stiffly. "It’s much more convenient to see a doctor now. They can just go to the hospital."
"It was my fault for meddling."
With that, she returned to her room.
Yan Feifan scooped up a wonton with his spoon, blew on it a few times, and was just about to pop it in his mouth when Yan Ziruo, who was sitting beside him, opened her mouth wide with an "Aaaah."
Helpless, Yan Feifan had no choice but to feed it to her first.
He blew on a second wonton to cool it, only to see Yu Suye, sitting on his other side, had also opened her little mouth.
Completely exasperated, Yan Feifan had no choice but to feed her as well.
"You two," he grumbled. "When Mrs. Du asked you earlier, you both said you didn’t want any."
"Now that it’s cooked, you’re both acting like little baby birds waiting to be fed."
Yu Suye giggled. "It’s naturally sweeter when you feed it to me yourself."
"Okay, okay, you can eat the rest. I need to watch what I eat."
"I feel like my waist has gotten a lot wider."
Yan Feifan glanced at her waist and confirmed, "It definitely has."
Before Yu Suye could start grinding her teeth, Yan Feifan quickly changed the subject. "Su Ye, teach me some martial arts tomorrow morning. I need to learn how to defend myself."
Yu Suye let out a surprised "Huh?" and tried to talk him out of it. "To learn martial arts, you have to start with the basics, like stretching out your muscles and tendons."
"Feifan, can you handle the pain?"
"For example... can you do the splits?"
Just hearing that made Yan Feifan’s inner thighs ache.
Yu Suye continued to reason with him. "For self-defense, just practicing fancy-looking moves is useless. What matters is power and speed."
As she spoke, she threw a few punches into the air, WHOOSH WHOOSH, letting out the faint crack of displaced air.
"I’ve been training since I was a kid. My bones are conditioned for it, and I’ve developed a decent ability to take a hit."
"Feifan, with your current physical condition, even if you managed to land a punch, the reactive force would probably injure you."
"Your hands are so valuable. You can’t risk injuring them."
What she said made sense to Yan Feifan. He looked down at his long, slender fingers and asked, "If I can’t do this and I can’t do that, then how am I supposed to defend myself?"
Yu Suye replied with a perfectly straight face, "Of course, there’s a way."
"Run!"
"Practice sprinting and long-distance running for endurance. Your top priority should be self-preservation."
"Feifan, the most important thing for you, when danger appears, is to get yourself far, far away and protect yourself."
"As for settling scores after the fact? Don’t worry, there are plenty of people who will do that for you..."