Chapter 545
Summon Of The Sword
âIf sheâs your friend, she will still treat you as a friend no matter what you become.â
Willow had always been protective of her best friend.
âBut I, Sean Lennon, used to have a lot of friends too.
âAfter my downfall, werenât you the only one who stayed by my side, taking care of me and never forsaking me?â
Sean held out his hand slowly and fixed Willowâs hair as he spoke.
âNever forsaking⦠Donât be ridiculous.
âIâm just helping you because you canât take care of yourself.â
Willow shook her head, shook Seanâs hand away, and blushed.
She thought the term ânever forsakingâ should be used in a romantic relationship, not her relationship with Sean.
âDidnât you agree to be my girlfriend?
âWhatâs the matter? Are you going back on your word after getting off the hot air balloon?â
Sean deliberately teased Willow as he laughed.
âWhat⦠what I meant was that Iâll think about it when you get back on your feet, okay?
âNot now.â
Willow dried Seanâs feet with her head down. Then she picked up the water and prepared to leave the room.
âSoon.â
Sean looked at Willowâs back and whispered one word.
âSoon?â
Willow paused and asked as she stopped walking.
â⦠Nothing. You should rest early.â
Sean paused for a moment before shaking his head and replied with a smile.
âTsk! Whatâs with all the mystery?â
Willow said no more as she turned and left the room.
In the dead of night, Willow, Fion, and her husband had fallen asleep.
Sean took out silver needles to use special needle treatment as adjuvant therapy.
âHsss!â
This time, Sean felt a sharp tingling sensation in his leg when the needles pierced his acupoints.
There used to be no feeling in these legs, just numbness.
Sean would not even feel the blisters even if he poured a cup of hot water on his legs.
Now, he could finally feel the sensation in his legs.
It hurt, but Sean could not stop the joy in his heart.
He was more excited than when he led his men to retake lost land.
As he inserted nine needles, Sean felt warmth coming from his legs again.
It was more distinct than last time.
It was as if the blood vessels in his legs were blocked and thus resulting in poor blood flow.
Now, the blood was flowing smoothly once more.
It made Sean feel that the strength he had lost was slowly returning.
âIf Willow hadnât soaked my feet in hot water and massaged me every day for two years.
âI might not recover so quickly.â
Sean muttered as he leaned against the back of the wheelchair.
The more he thought about it, the more grateful he was for Willow.
He wanted to thank Willow but could not just yet.
Now that he was recovering, the desire to protect Willow grew stronger.