“I was able to move just now. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I can stand again.”

After saying that, Song Jingchen even moved his thigh slightly.

“You can’t stand up?” Shen Yijia initially heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the first half of the sentence. At the same time, she was happy for Song Jingchen.

However, when she heard the second half of the sentence, Shen Yijia’s face fell. If he could move, why couldn’t he stand up?

When he realized that his legs could feel something, Song Jingchen had secretly tried to move them. He could only move them slightly, but he didn’t have the strength to stand up. As soon as he had this thought, his legs seemed to have lost their strength.

Song Jingchen lowered his eyes.

He thought about what had happened in the imperial prison.

Shen Yijia thought that Song Jingchen was upset that he couldn’t stand up. She scratched her head and comforted him. “It’s fine. This is only the first time. Let’s try again in 15 days. Maybe it’ll work next time.”

If he couldn’t do it the first time, she would give him the spiritual liquid again and again. He could definitely do it.

She didn’t explain why it would take fifteen days.

Song Jingchen automatically understood that Shen Yijia needed to consume too much energy to treat him each time, and it would take 15 days for her to recover.

He shook his head. “It has nothing to do with you. My legs are healed. It’s just that I can’t stand up right away.”

For one, he didn’t want Shen Yijia to spend any more energy.

Additionally, Song Jingchen knew that he had to overcome the rest of the challenges himself. No one could help him.

Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen’s legs in confusion. “You can’t stand up? Are your legs disobedient?” she thought.

For disobedient people, she would just beat them up. However, she couldn’t just beat Song Jingchen’s legs up. What if she broke them again?

Shen Yijia was frustrated.

Due to the fact that Song Jingchen’s legs hadn’t completely recovered, Shen Yijia was depressed for several days.

Although Song Jingchen said that his legs had recovered and it was only a matter of time before he could stand up, she was still anxious.

The two of them did not tell the rest of the family, to prevent them from worrying.

Every day when they returned to their room, Song Jingchen would ask Shen Yijia to help him stand up. Only then did Shen Yijia realize that Song Jingchen was really tall. She had to look up to see his face.

After practicing for a few days, Song Jingchen’s legs still didn’t make any progress. If she let go of him, he would definitely fall.

Shen Yijia was glad that she was strong. Otherwise, Song Jingchen would have been injured all over.

In the end, Shen Yijia found a few wooden sticks and built a simple parallel frame in the neighboring study for him to practice walking.

The end of the year was approaching. Song Jingchen’s initial active practice had turned into him only practicing when Shen Yijia urged him to. Shen Yijia was so frustrated that she wanted to try using the spiritual liquid again, but fifteen days had yet to pass.

Moreover, she felt that Song Jingchen didn’t seem to care about his legs anymore.

In the past, it was obvious that he wanted to stand up again. Now that he was fine, he was in no hurry.

Song Jingchen was not anxious, but Shen Yijia was.

On the 29th of December, someone knocked on the courtyard door that had not been opened for a long time.

The snow was still falling intermittently. Madam Li thought that it was New Year’s Eve, so she brought her family to the kitchen early in the morning.

If not for Furball’s reminder, everyone would have ignored the knock on the door.

In this weather, no one would go out unless they wanted to die.

Shen Yijia stuffed a freshly fried dumpling into her mouth and said in a muffled voice, “I’ll open the door.”

With that, she held the umbrella and went out.

She opened the courtyard door.

Many villagers of Xiagou Village were standing outside.

After not seeing them for nearly a month, Shen Yijia almost did not recognize these people.

It was strange that they could walk here with the snow on their bodies. What surprised her was that these people were all sallow and thin. Their cheeks were sunken and their cheekbones were prominent.

If not for the fact that she was familiar with Song Tiegen, Shen Yijia would have thought that they were beggars.