Su Li lay on the bed, staring vaguely at her phone.
Thinking about her early class tomorrow, she drifted off into sleep in a daze.
The room gradually quieted down.
Chi Qingya got up in the middle of the night and noticed that Su Li’s room was brightly lit, yet Su Li was fast asleep in bed.
She hadn’t even turned off the lights, and her blanket wasn’t properly covering her.
It would’ve taken just a second to fix, but she didn’t do anything.
After all, Su Li rarely got sick.
If Su Li did fall ill and started slacking on taking care of her, Chi Qingya definitely wouldn’t pass up the chance to teach her a lesson.
It was Su Li’s own fault for being careless at night, and if that led to her not being well taken care of, it was only natural.
Besides, even if she covered Su Li with a blanket now, Su Li wouldn’t know it was her who did it—she wouldn’t remember the kindness.
On the contrary, if Su Li got sick and she just said a few words of concern, the effect would be even more obvious.
And since Su Li forgot to turn off the light before sleeping, tomorrow morning would be a perfect opportunity to scold her.
So inconsiderate of the household—leaving the light on while sleeping, wasting electricity.
This way, Su Li might feel a bit guilty and make it easier for her to continue molding Su Li later on.
At that thought, Chi Qingya’s lips curled slightly.
She looked at the clean, tidy bathroom floor and the freshly washed toys in the basin, fully satisfied.
Su Li… she can’t live without me!
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The scenery outside the window rushed past in a blur.
Jin Ke’er sat in her private jet, propping her head on her hand, gazing out the window.
Today was the day she flew to Country S for treatment of her leg injury.
Reflected in the glass was her delicate, refined face, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake a fragile figure from her mind.
Jin Ke’er took a sip of the hot tea she’d prepared and forced herself to stop thinking about Su Li.
The two of them simply belonged to different worlds.
The greatest divide in life begins with the amniotic fluid one is born into.
She was someone Su Li could never reach, no matter how hard she tried.
Meeting Su Li, getting to know her—it had all been a mistake in her life.
And now, that mistake was finally being corrected.
Besides, for someone like Su Li, just having known her was enough to boost her value.
Even just mentioning it in the future could raise Su Li’s worth, however slightly—from something as lowly as dust.
She only hoped that meeting her didn’t completely derail Su Li’s future.
After all, an iron lock remains an iron lock, even if opened with a golden key—it doesn’t become gold.
It’s easy to grow accustomed to luxury, but hard to return to simplicity.
People naturally aspire upward, not downward.
But so what?
Su Li was just an impurity that had passed through her long life.
What awaited her now was a brand new chapter.
“Congratulations, Miss Jin. You’re very lucky—the indicators are just right.”
“As long as you follow our treatment plan, you’ll definitely be able to walk again.”
After a full series of tests at the hospital, a female doctor with golden wavy hair looked at Jin Ke’er with sincere congratulations.
“May I ask—how do you manage to keep such a good attitude?”
“It’s thanks to your optimism and willingness to face hardship that your body recovered to a treatable state.”
“To be honest, at first we didn’t have much hope. You know how it is—for someone in your condition, suffering a sudden accident like this, most people don’t make it through.”
Seeing the excitement and surprise in the doctor’s eyes, Jin Ke’er smiled slightly.
She instinctively thought of Su Li, but the smile quickly vanished from her face.
She would never admit that Su Li had anything to do with her good mood.
She had paid for this.
Everything she received was rightfully hers—it all belonged to her!
Su Li had simply been in the right place at the right time.
If it had been someone else who’d received that generous payment, they might have done even better than Su Li.
If Su Li wouldn’t do it, there were plenty of others who would.
So the one keeping her in good spirits was never Su Li—it was herself.
Because she had money!
That was the source of her confidence!
Jin Ke’er remained calm, speaking with quiet confidence:
“No matter what happens, the sun still rises every day.”
“I’ve always believed in one thing since I was young.”
“What I lost was never truly mine. What I seek often binds me. All things are for my use, but none are mine to own. A noble person uses things, not the other way around. The greatest truths are the simplest—having no desires brings true strength. In doing nothing, all things are possible.”
“All the disasters that happen to me are tests—meant to help me grow stronger.”
Hearing Jin Ke’er’s words, the doctor’s mouth fell open in shock, her face full of amazement.
She forgot the beginning, forgot the middle, and forgot the end.
All she knew was that Jin Ke’er had said a whole bunch of things she didn’t understand.
But it didn’t matter—the Jin family paid well. As long as she put on an exaggerated and astonished expression, that was enough.
“Amazing, Miss Jin!”
“I’m more and more convinced that you’ll definitely be able to walk again!”
The first stage of Jin Ke’er’s treatment for her paralysis was rehabilitation training and physical therapy.
It aimed to improve muscle strength, joint mobility, balance, and coordination.
And the first phase of this initial treatment involved passive joint exercises through physical therapy to prevent joint stiffness, along with electrical stimulation therapy to promote muscle contraction.
Under the guidance of a rehabilitation therapist, she also practiced bed-position transitions, such as turning from lying on her back to lying on her side.
That night, Jin Ke’er followed a doctor into a treatment room.
“Miss Jin, the upcoming electrical stimulation therapy might be a bit painful. We’ll do a full assessment to determine whether it’s suitable for your condition.”
“But seeing how strong you were just now, I think this bit of pain will be nothing for you.”
The doctor wore an encouraging smile, but Jin Ke’er could sense that if this therapy wasn’t suitable for her, her chance to walk again might be delayed indefinitely.
Pain?
Hadn’t she endured enough pain already?
With the cold attitudes and contemptuous expressions from her family, what was a little electrical stimulation compared to that?
“It’s no problem. This kind of treatment is nothing.”
Jin Ke’er said softly, watching the medical staff busy preparing the electrode pads and cleaning wipes in the room.
Soon, a nurse came over and used a damp cloth to clean her legs, then disinfected them with alcohol swabs.
A sudden wave of disgust rose in her—her legs had no sensation, yet she still felt a vague repulsion.
Then she realized where that feeling came from.
Whenever Su Li helped clean her feet, she would first cradle them gently, say a few words of praise, and then kiss her feet reverently for ten full minutes.
But the nurse in front of her did none of that.