The line moved slowly into the Healing Tower, one by one, faces worn with fatigue and bodies bent under the weight of long illnesses. Mo Han sat at the center of his chamber, the polished silver needles glinting faintly under the soft lamplight.
An old man with trembling hands and clouded eyes was led inside by his granddaughter. His voice was cracked with age. "Healer… I cannot walk without pain. My legs have been stiff for twenty years."
Mo Han nodded calmly, gesturing for him to lie on the cushioned stone bed. The granddaughter helped him down, tears already shining in her eyes as she whispered, "Please help my grandfather."
Mo Han examined the man's ankles, then pressed lightly on the meridian point along his thigh. The old man hissed in pain, but Mo Han only said, "Endure."
