Deep within the old doctor's memory, scenes began to flash—the voice of his grandfather whispering in his ear when he was just a child. Nine Heavens Acupuncture. It was the pinnacle of Chinese Medicine, a mystical art untouched for hundreds of years.
A National Sage of Medicine!
The old practitioner had never imagined that scenes he thought existed only in stories would now unfold right before his eyes.
"Ping Cui! Ping Cui!" Li Guangyuan's call was filled with endless joy and anticipation.
"Mother, you're awake!" Li Qiaoqiao's emotions surged like a spring.
At that moment, Chen Zheng waved his hand lightly, a mysterious power flowing between his fingers. The nine silver needles, as if endowed with life, blossomed in the air before dissolving into ethereal dust and vanishing completely.
"Simply incredible!" The old practitioner's eyes widened, sparkling like brilliant stars, and they filled with a fervent admiration for Chen Zheng.
