Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The lady's roar was like a heavy boulder crashing down as someone plunges into the abyss of despair.

The air in the private sanatorium room instantly froze, the heavy atmosphere making it hard to breathe.

The electrocardiogram monitor by the bedside kept emitting a sharp, long "beep" sound, monotonous and piercing, repeatedly pulling at the tense nerves of everyone in the room.

"Make way, everyone."

A child's clear, innocent voice slowly rose into the air. The volume was not loud, but it carried an unwavering aura that left no room for argument.

The speaker was five-and-a-half-year-old Zhang Huaimin, who walked to the front of the hospital bed.

Uncle Lin, who had accompanied them, and his personal assistant instinctively moved to the sides, making way for them. Several veteran doctors with decades of experience stood by the wall, their faces grave and their movements awkward, barely daring to breathe.

Everyone knew that the elderly person lying in bed had suffered cardiac arrest, and routine CPR was no longer effective. At this point, they could only pin their hopes on a slim chance, treating it as a last resort.

Zhang Huaimin looked down at the hospital bed. The elderly man on the bed was pale and lifeless, and his vital signs had disappeared.

He silently invoked his personal system in his mind, issuing the command at lightning speed: "Retrieve the God-level Cell Self-Healing Active Factor."

[Ding! Material extraction complete.]

"Integrate all the active ingredients into the portable gold needle."

Zhang Huaimin reached out and touched the cloth bag slung across his shoulder, and a finely crafted sheepskin acupuncture kit appeared out of thin air in his palm.

With a flick of the fingertip, the needle case was fully opened, revealing nine gold needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold, silvery light, their sharpness striking.

These are no ordinary acupuncture needles. Through systematic modification and integration, the walls of the gold needles are filled with active substances, which can quickly activate the body's dormant functions and repair damaged and deteriorating organs.

Zhang Huaimin's gaze suddenly sharpened. At this moment, shedding his childish innocence, his aura became calm and dignified, like a seasoned physician who held life in his hands and could reverse decay.

"The first acupuncture point is Baihui (GV20)."

He deftly pinched a golden needle between his fingertips, his movements so swift that only a golden afterimage remained. His actions were decisive and swift, without the slightest hesitation or probing.

With a soft piercing sound, the golden needle steadily pierced the Baihui point on the top of the head, penetrating to a depth of three-tenths of an inch, the force controlled perfectly.

"Absolutely not! This acupoint is dangerous; it's extremely easy for an ordinary person to get hurt if they prick it!" The older doctor, Dr. Li, was shocked and almost cried out in alarm. He instinctively tried to stop him. However, Zhang Huaimin's needling speed was too fast, and the group of veteran doctors had no time to stop him.

"Second needle, to the Divine Court."

"The third needle, Lingtai."

"The fourth needle, Qihai."

Zhang Huaimin's fingers moved incessantly, like fingertips playing a healing melody, the movements fluid and rhythmic, possessing a unique beauty. These nine acupuncture points are all vital points on the body; for ordinary people, acupuncture at these points would only increase the burden on the body. However, this acupuncture technique originates from the ancient method "Thirteen Ghost Needles," which emphasizes putting the body in a life-or-death situation. Relying on special acupuncture techniques to activate the medicinal power, it unblocks obstructed meridians and awakens the body's dormant vitality.

"Eighth needle, Guanyuan."

"Ninth needle, Yongquan (KI 1)."

In less than ten seconds, all nine golden needles were inserted into their positions.

Zhang Huaimin let out a long breath, fine beads of sweat appearing on his fair forehead. This ancient acupuncture technique was extremely taxing on his energy and spirit. If it weren't for the opportunity he had in his early years to be nourished by the essence of a spiritual tortoise, which gave him a constitution far superior to that of ordinary people, an average child would definitely have fainted from exhaustion after receiving the acupuncture.

After finishing the acupuncture, he did not stop, but gently tapped the end of the gold needle at the Baihui acupoint with two fingertips.

"Zheng—"

A crisp, resonant sound suddenly filled the ward, like the strings of an ancient zither being plucked. The vibration spread through the air, and the remaining eight gold needles followed suit, all the needle tips vibrating at a very low amplitude and high frequency, the ringing sounds intertwining layer by layer, transforming into a soothing and healing clear sound.

The cell-healing active ingredients sealed within the gold needles surged forth from the needles like water breaking through a dam, flowing into the aging internal organs of the elders. These active substances acted like countless tiny repair units, clearing away metabolic waste and repeatedly stimulating stagnant heart muscle cells to resume function.

"It's the Nine Needles Resonance recorded in ancient texts!" Dr. Li's eyes widened as he stared intently at the constantly vibrating golden needles. His wrinkled face was filled with shock and disbelief, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. "The ancient texts say that only physicians whose medical skills have reached the pinnacle, who can use their own energy to drive the needles, can achieve the simultaneous vibration of all nine needles. It's an ancient method for prolonging life recorded in the ancient texts!"

Several senior physicians were completely mesmerized, holding their breath and not daring to blink, for fear of missing this once-in-a-lifetime spectacle of ancient medical techniques.

The electrocardiogram monitor continued to emit a piercing, continuous beeping sound, its lines flat and without any variation.

Time ticked by, the ward silent and oppressive. The elder's wife gripped Uncle Lin's arm tightly, her fingertips digging deep into his flesh, oblivious to the pain, her heart filled with anxiety. The assistant was tense, so nervous he forgot to breathe properly.

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds...

Everyone was mentally prepared for the inevitable, when suddenly a sharp glint flashed in Zhang Huaimin's eyes, and he reached up with his right hand to grab at the air.

"Start the needlework!"

With a clear, low shout, the nine golden needles seemed to be drawn away, flying out of the body in unison and steadily swirling back into the sheepskin needle pouch.

The moment the needle left the body, the monitor began to beat rhythmically.

The originally flat and lifeless waveform suddenly surged upwards, drawing a powerful and energetic heartbeat curve.

"It's beating again! The heart is beating again!" The obese doctor, his voice trembling with excitement as he stared intently at the monitor, his eyes glued to the steadily rising blood pressure and heart rate readings on the screen. His face was filled with astonishment, a stark contrast to his previous observations. "All indicators are stable and steady, full of energy, his physical condition is comparable to that of a robust twenty-year-old!"

Everyone in the room was stunned. The ancient acupuncture technique had miraculously brought the patient back to life, a true and tangible recovery from the brink of death.

Before everyone could calm down, the elder's dark, bluish-purple complexion on the sickbed visibly became rosy and full.

His chest rose and fell dramatically, and his long, steady breaths settled smoothly.

Under the astonished gazes of a group of renowned doctors and acquaintances accompanying the elder, the elderly man, who had just suffered cardiac arrest and was deemed critically ill with no hope of recovery, slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was clear and bright, without the dullness and lethargy often associated with prolonged illness and bedridden conditions; his spirit was full and vibrant.

"Old friend!" The elder's wife burst into tears, rushed to the bedside, tightly grasped his hand, and choked back sobs, "You've finally woken up."

Uncle Lin and his assistant had tears in their eyes, filled with joy.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell right now?" Uncle Lin quickly asked in a soft voice.

The old man blinked slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. He turned to look at his tearful wife, then at his old friend of many years, and finally fixed his gaze on the little child tidying up his sewing kit by the bedside.

He slowly propped himself up and sat up, stretching his shoulders, neck, and limbs. Warmth flowed through his body, and he felt relaxed and comfortable all over. His physical condition returned to its peak, as if he had returned to the healthy state of exercising freely many years ago.

The ward fell silent again, and everyone waited quietly for the waking elder to speak.

The elder carefully examined the five-and-a-half-year-old child before him, pursed his lips, and spoke in a loud and clear voice, filled with genuine urgency. His words stunned everyone in the room.