My master gave me a death mission: to go down the mountain and retrieve his granddaughter.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Su Muchen took out a packet of silver needles from his backpack and spread them out on the ground.

"Honey, what is he doing? Is he going to give the baby acupuncture?"

"Honey, shut up! If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense. Acupuncture is not the same as needles used to save lives. Don't assume that every silver needle is acupuncture. Go online and search what acupuncture actually means!"

Ignoring the couple's argument, Su Muchen remained silent for five or six seconds, calming himself down. Then, with a swift movement, he inserted thirteen silver needles into the little boy's chest at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Holy crap, what's going on? Am I seeing things?"

"You're not seeing things, I didn't see it clearly either. How did the child get covered in silver needles in the blink of an eye?"

"Wow... That's incredibly fast! I didn't even see the young man make a single move before he finished administering the acupuncture."

Gasps of astonishment rose from the crowd as they stared at Su Muchen in disbelief, unable to comprehend how this young man had accomplished such a feat.

"This...this could be...?"

Unlike the others' reactions, Shen Beishan's eyes widened instantly when he saw Su Muchen administering acupuncture. His finger trembled as he pointed at the little boy's chest, and his voice became even more shaky.

"Old Shen, what's wrong? Do you recognize this acupuncture technique?"

Seeing Shen Beishan so excited, the onlookers couldn't help but ask a question.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the long-lost... Divine... Divine Hand Thirteen Needles."

Shen Beishan's voice was still trembling when he said those words.

"Mr. Shen, what is the 'Thirteen Divine Needles'?"

"Legend has it that a divine hand can use thirteen needles. One needle can cure the illness, and all thirteen needles can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded."

"What...?"

"hiss……"

As Shen Beishan explained, the gasps from the crowd grew even louder, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the little boy lying on the ground, seemingly wanting to verify Shen Beishan's words.

Unfortunately, everyone was going to be disappointed for a moment. After all, Su Muchen's treatment was not over yet. It was not as Shen Beishan had said, that all thirteen needles could bring him back to life immediately.

The most excited person at this moment was the beautiful woman. Su Muchen's acupuncture skills had already amazed her, and after hearing Shen Beishan's words, she was so excited that she almost couldn't help but jump on her younger brother.

However, seeing that Su Muchen had no intention of stopping, and understanding that the treatment was not over, he tried his best to restrain his impulse to step forward, tightly gripping the hem of his suit jacket with both hands to suppress his excitement.

In fact, Shen Beishan was right. The thirteen needles of the Divine Hand can indeed bring someone back from the dead, but the effect is not that quick, and it requires the use of internal force in conjunction with the acupuncture technique to achieve this effect.

Under everyone's breathless gaze, Su Muchen slowly rotated each silver needle, channeling his internal energy through the needles into the little boy's body, guiding the medicinal power of the elixir to envelop the boy's heart.

The medicine continuously nourished the withered heart. If a powerful martial artist were present at this moment, they would be able to see through internal vision that the little boy's heart was expanding and recovering at a visible speed.

Of course, to achieve internal vision of the body, one's strength must reach the level of perfect acquired cultivation, which is Su Muchen's current level.

About a minute later, Su Muchen, through his internal vision of the little boy, saw that all the medicinal power had been completely absorbed by the boy's heart, and the boy's heart had returned to normal and was beating strongly. Only then did he release his grip on the silver needle.

Although Su Muchen seemed to have finished treating the boy, the onlookers still didn't dare to breathe loudly, because the silver needles were still inserted in the little boy's body.

The next moment, Su Muchen once again performed a speed that was invisible to the naked eye in removing the needles. This time, everyone was fully focused, but they still couldn't see how Su Muchen removed the needles.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and all the silver needles stuck in the little boy's body disappeared. When they looked at the silver needle bag again, the once empty bag was now full of silver needles.

"Holy crap, that speed is terrifying! Is this even possible for a human?"

"I only felt a blur before my eyes, and those silver needles were already perfectly back in my bag. That speed is almost comparable to the speed of light!"

"At first, I thought this young man was faking it, but just look at the speed with which he applies and removes the needles—he's clearly a miracle doctor!"

"Whether he's a miracle doctor or not is still uncertain. Didn't you see the child hasn't woken up yet?"

As if to verify what this passerby had said, a cough broke the oppressive atmosphere just as he finished speaking.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Look everyone, he's awake! The child has opened his eyes."

"Wow...they really brought him back to life!"

"A miracle doctor... this young man is truly a miracle doctor; he can even bring someone back from the brink of death. This is definitely a case of bringing the dead back to life!"

"That's right, this is Hua Tuo in the living. No, even Hua Tuo might not be as skilled as him. I never thought I would have the honor of meeting such a divine doctor. This is truly a stroke of good luck."

The moment they saw the little boy open his eyes, any lingering doubts in their hearts vanished, and they stared at Su Muchen with fervent eyes, wishing they could lick him, even just his stubble.

"Xiao Hao, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!"

At this moment, the beautiful woman finally couldn't hold back any longer. She immediately knelt down, hugged the little boy, and burst into tears again. However, this time, the tears were not tears of sorrow, but tears of ecstatic joy. (Well, tears are supposed to be bitter; you can't defy the law and call them sweet, can you? *covers mouth* *laughs*)

"Sister, what's wrong with me? I feel like I just took a nap. And why are you crying, sister? Don't cry, sister, let me hug you..."

Looking at the little boy's innocent face, how he, at such a young age, was already acting like an adult, comforting his sister, this heartwarming scene touched everyone's hearts once again, and many sentimental people couldn't help but shed tears.

Of course, these are tears of joy, tears for the two siblings who are not separated by death, tears for the little boy's good fortune in returning from the brink of death, and tears of joy for the world filled with love. This is great love, something that anyone with flesh and blood can feel.