Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 162 has a 50% chance of recovery.
The castle is bright and spacious, with light streaming in through the arched windows. The furniture and decorations retain the style of the last century while incorporating artistic elements from the Renaissance period, exuding exquisite detail in every aspect.

The butler led them to the reception room on the first floor. "Madam, our guests have arrived."

The owner of the manor was sitting at the tea table, blending perfumes.

She stopped what she was doing and stood up gracefully.

Qu Yanci greeted her, "Hello, Ms. Sofie, this is my fiancée, Stella."

Hearing him say "fiancée," Shen Guining was slightly taken aback.

Qu Yanci introduced her, "This is Ms. Sofie, a therapist in the field of orthopedic rehabilitation."

Shen Guining immediately understood his intention and hurriedly said, "Hello, Ms. Sofie."

"Hello," Sofie nodded in response, then asked, "Did you hurt your ankle?"

"Yes." Shen Guining answered truthfully, "I accidentally fell down the stairs and fractured my ankle. I had an old injury before, a dislocated ankle joint. I can walk normally now, but I can't do many dance moves."

Sofie gestured, "Sit down, let me see."

Shen Guining did as instructed, taking off her shoes and socks, and rolling up her trouser leg to reveal her right ankle.

Sofie crouched down, gave it a quick check, and gently pressed on the joints. "Does it hurt?"

Shen Guining gently shook her head.

"What about here?"

"A little."

"Where's down there?"

"It hurts a bit more than before."

Sofie made a rough assessment: "There's a 50% chance of recovery."

Shen Guining immediately raised her voice excitedly, "Are you serious?"

Sofie frowned. "Are you questioning my expertise?"

“That’s not what I meant!” Shen Guining hurriedly explained, “I just find it unbelievable.”

Hearing the doctor say there was no hope, practically a death sentence, she was suddenly told there was a great chance of recovery. She was both surprised and overjoyed, almost unable to believe it, fearing it would be all for naught. "From a medical perspective, it's indeed unlikely, because your bones and muscles have been damaged, making you much more vulnerable than others. A slight mishap could worsen the situation. However, if you find the right training methods and use a little ingenuity, a miracle might happen."

“It will take at least six months, and possibly one to two years. This process will be very difficult. With your small frame, can you handle the hardship?” Sofie expressed her doubts.

She's so delicate and frail, even a strong wind could blow her away.

"I can do it! I can endure hardship!" Shen Guining's voice was firm.

She will do her best whenever she has the chance.

Sofie nodded gently. "Bring the follow-up report over another day so I can take a look. If there are no problems, we can start training."

Shen Guining was extremely grateful. "Okay, thank you so much! You've gone to so much trouble!"

Sofie said, "Don't thank me yet. Whether you succeed or not depends on yourself."

Shen Guining: "I know, I'm willing to try as long as there's hope."

Otherwise, she would not be content, she would not be content to never be able to step onto the stage in her entire life.

Qu Yanci helped her put on her socks and tie her shoelaces.

Sofie, watching from the side, casually asked, "When are you planning to get married?"

Qu Yanci said, "Let's see when she nods."

Shen Guining pursed her lips and said softly, "Perhaps, next year."

Qu Yanci met her gaze, his eyes deep and captivating, drawing her into his soul like a magnet.

She lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled involuntarily.

After finishing their business, they didn't linger and politely said goodbye before leaving the manor.

On the way back, Shen Guining was in a good mood.

"No wonder you brought me to Denmark. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Qu Yanci: "I'm not sure if she's willing to help me. I just received her reply this morning."