The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

That evening, Yun Mingyi had just come out of the bathroom while drying his hair when he saw a small figure squatting by the bed.

Xiao Jin sat cross-legged on the carpet, with a small blue cloth needle bag spread out in front of her. Inside, there was a row of silver needles of varying lengths, as thin as hair.

She looked up at him with her little face upturned, her bright black eyes full of expectation: "Little nephew! You're done washing!"

Yun Mingyi paused, his expression stiffening for a moment.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Xiao Jin, it's just... his legs had been useless for too long.

Now that he's suddenly told there's hope, he feels uneasy and can't quite believe it.

But seeing Xiao Jin's earnest expression, he still pushed the wheelchair over, braced himself on the edge of the bed, and slowly moved onto the bed, laying his two numb legs flat.

"I had nerve repair surgery abroad. The surgery was very successful, but I haven't been able to feel anything. I've tried all sorts of rehabilitation, including acupuncture, but it hasn't worked." He knew that a child as young as Xiaojin might not even know what nerve repair surgery was, but he still explained it briefly.

Xiao Jin nodded twice in response.

"Don't be afraid, little nephew."

As Xiao Jin spoke, she climbed onto the bed, knelt down beside his legs, and pretended to be an adult, saying in a serious tone, "Xiao Jin is using the 'Qi-regulating acupuncture method,' combined with guiding techniques, to first unblock the meridians and then break up the stagnation."

"Your leg is injured, causing blood stasis and nerve blockage. It's also due to some unforeseen circumstances. It's not actually necrotic, and it can be treated."

As she spoke, she took out a medium-length silver needle from her needle pouch, then took out a small bottle of alcohol swabs and carefully wiped the needle tip.

"Little nephew, did you take your medicine as Xiao Jin told you to?"

"I ate," Yun Mingyi replied casually.

The pill looked like some kind of traditional Chinese medicine, and he treated it as a health supplement, taking it regularly.

"That's good!"

"I'll prick your left leg first," Xiao Jin looked up at him. "It will feel a little swollen, but it won't hurt. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell Xiao Jin."

Yun Mingyi hummed in agreement, but he didn't actually have high expectations.

His leg is so numb that even if you prick it with a needle, or scald it with hot water, you won't feel anything.

But the next second, he froze.

Xiao Jin held the silver needle in her small hand and accurately placed it on the Zusanli acupoint, three inches outside his knee.

The needle tip pierced the skin, very shallowly, yet with astonishingly steady penetration.

Yun Mingyi didn't feel anything at first, but the moment Xiao Jin gently twisted the needle handle with her fingertips, he suddenly felt a very faint... soreness and distension coming from the acupoint.

It was very light, like a mosquito bite, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

"You can feel it?" Xiao Jin looked up at him.

"...Hmm." Yun Mingyi's voice was a little tense, and he was not quite sure.

He thought it was his imagination, but then Xiao Jin took a second needle and stuck it into Yanglingquan, below his knee.

This time, the soreness was more pronounced, spreading slowly from the acupoints outwards, like a gentle warm current seeping into his already numb muscles.

Xiao Jin's movements were very steady, and although her little hands were chubby, her finger technique for twisting the needle was extremely standard.

Lifting, inserting, twisting, and turning—each movement was as precise as that of a seasoned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner with decades of experience.

As she performed the acupuncture, she muttered incantations in a very low voice, as if it were some kind of guiding mantra:

"The two energies of heaven and earth permeate the needle, clearing the meridians and promoting blood circulation, breaking up stagnation and generating new blood..."

As she murmured, Yun Mingyi clearly felt the warmth growing stronger.

From Zusanli and Yanglingquan acupoints, to Chengshan acupoint on the calf and Kunlun acupoint on the ankle... one needle after another was inserted, and the warm current slowly connected and went up the calf, like a river that had been frozen for many years, thawing little by little.

When the last needle was inserted into the Huantiao acupoint on the outside of his thigh, Yun Mingyi's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

His left leg, from the thigh to the toes, was warm all over.

It wasn't the temperature of the skin's surface, but a warmth that seeped from deep within the bones, carrying a long-lost, living sensation.

He could even clearly feel the soreness and swelling from each needle lodged in his muscle, a sensation so real it brought tears to his eyes.

"Alright," Xiao Jin clapped her hands, a fine layer of sweat appearing on her forehead. "Leave the needles in for fifteen minutes, and Xiao Jin will guide your Qi."

As she spoke, she gently placed her two small palms on Yun Mingyi's knees, closed her eyes, and murmured something.

Before Yun Mingyi could ask, he felt a gentler warmth flow into the spot where his palm was pressed.

The energy was gentle and soothing, unlike the soreness and swelling from acupuncture. Instead, it was like warm water, slowly soothing his muscles and nerves that had been stiff for years.

Wherever it passed, the knots and blockages gradually loosened, like parched land receiving spring rain.

He instinctively gripped the bed sheet tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly.

It's not a hallucination.

I can really feel it now.

A quarter of an hour passed both slowly and quickly.

Xiao Jin opened her eyes and quickly and gently pulled out the needles one by one, her movements barely causing any pain. After removing the last one, she wiped the injection site with a clean cotton ball, tilted her little face up, and asked, "Little nephew, how does it feel?"

Yun Mingyi opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse: "It's warm... my whole leg is warm."

He tried to move his toes.

He still couldn't move, but—he could feel his toes.

Before, his legs felt like they weren't his own, heavy and unresponsive. But now, he could clearly sense their position and even feel the blood flowing under his skin.

"Of course you can't stand up the first time," Xiao Jin explained very seriously. "Your meridians have been blocked for a while, and you need to clear them little by little."

"Today we're just clearing the surface stagnation and getting the qi and blood flowing. We'll need to do a few more acupuncture sessions later, along with herbal medicine and guided exercises, and it will gradually get better."

She paused, then added, "I should be able to stand up after about ten tries!"

She slowly punctured him ten times, and by then her little nephew should have completely overcome his emotional ordeal.

By then, it will be a perfect storm of favorable timing, location, and human factors!

Not bad!

Yun Mingyi looked at his legs, then at the little girl in front of him covered in sweat, and his heart was in turmoil.

He underwent two major surgeries, and dozens of experts from home and abroad examined him, all of whom said that the nerve damage was irreversible and he would never be able to stand up again.

But now, after just one acupuncture session, he can feel the warmth in his legs again.

What is this if not a miracle?!

"Xiao Jin," his voice was hoarse, "thank you."

"You're welcome!" Xiao Jin carefully collected the silver needles one by one, stuffing them into her needle pouch, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "You're Xiao Jin's little nephew! And you even gave Xiao Jin a watch!"

She climbed out of bed and ran towards the door, then turned back halfway, peeking her little head in: "Oh, right, little nephew! Your legs might be a little sore and numb tonight, that's normal! Touch them tomorrow morning, they'll definitely feel better than today!"

"I'll come back tomorrow to give you the acupuncture!"

After saying that, the little guy with short legs disappeared in a flash.

Yun Mingyi sat on the bed, looking down at his legs.

The warmth was still there, spreading from my thighs all the way to my toes; it felt incredibly real.

He slowly reached out and touched his knee—the skin was warm, and when he pressed his fingertips down, he could even feel a slight soreness.

He stared for a long time, until his eyes felt hot, before slowly closing them and letting out a long breath.

Maybe... he really can get back on his feet.

-

On the other side, in Fujiang City.

Yun Ziqian couldn't resist the drowsiness and dozed off in the car for a while.

In his daze, he felt as if someone was pressing down on him, heavy as if they were going to crush him.

He wanted to move, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even lift a finger.

Yun Ziqian tried to call for help, but only heard a hoarse sound coming from his throat.

How eerie.

He heard rustling, chaotic sounds in his ears, like something was talking, but he couldn't hear clearly. He only knew that he couldn't get up, couldn't move, and was about to die!

Help! Help!

He shouted desperately in his heart.

Suddenly, a golden light shot over and illuminated his vision.

It's a little bird.

The little bird swooped down and chased after a figure, pecking fiercely at it while making a "tsk tsk" sound.

Soon, Yun Ziqian heard a pitiful female voice, and then the terrifying pressure vanished instantly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, his hair and clothes soaked with cold sweat.