A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Zhou Ruo began the diagnosis and treatment, and quickly entered a state of focused concentration.

She didn't need to take the pulse, examine the tongue, or ask any questions; she simply glanced at the other person and began to take out her silver needles.

If outsiders didn't understand, they would think the child was just playing house, doing it very casually.

That's what An Chang thinks.

He was stunned when he saw with his own eyes that the servants' illnesses were cured and their spirits were restored under Zhou Ruo's silver needles.

"Zhao Jinzhong," An Chang nudged the person next to him and asked, "Please tell me, what is this little girl doing?"

Zhao Jinzhong was not friendly to An Chang at this moment, because his younger sister had almost been "led away" by him.

"Acupuncture treatment? Are you blind?" Zhao Jinzhong not only didn't give him a friendly look, but his tone was also harsh.

An Chang couldn't accept the fact that this four-year-old child could cure diseases, and thought he was hallucinating.

Do you know what you're saying?

Seeing that Zhao Jinzhong ignored him, he brazenly continued, "Are you sure this girl is treating someone?"

Zhao Jinzhong genuinely felt that An Changhua was talking a lot today, which was very annoying.

He turned to face An Chang and said very seriously, "She cured my leg."

An Chang was so shocked that he couldn't speak. His mouth and eyes widened at the same time as he stared at the child in disbelief.

"If you open your mouth any wider, your eyes will fall out," Zhao Jinzhong reminded him irritably, urging him to be mindful of his manners.

An Chang immediately composed himself, but his shock was still too obvious.

In about fifteen minutes, Zhou Ruo had cured all of them.

She silently put away the silver needles and then began to fiddle with the dozen or so fruits on the ground.

While I was happy, there was also a slight sense of melancholy.

"Brother, there's no one here." She pouted and hugged a persimmon to her chest, wiped it with her sleeve, and started eating it.

Zhao Jinzhong originally wanted to stop her from eating the persimmon directly and told her that the persimmon should be peeled before eating.

But it was too late; Zhou Ruo was eating so happily that he couldn't bear to interrupt her.

Zhao Jinzhong pondered Zhou Ruo's words and then comforted her:

"Our household only has about two hundred servants to begin with. You cured more than twenty people yesterday, so it's normal that there are fewer people today."

"But...it's not enough..." Zhou Ruo said indistinctly, her mouth full of persimmon pulp.

Zhao Jinzhong squatted down and asked her softly, "How many people does Ruoruo need to treat?"

As Zhou Ru chewed, she recalled the voice in her mind and said, "Five hundred, that's only one-tenth."

Zhao Jinzhong was confused, but An Chang quickly interrupted their conversation.

"Girl, can you check if your brother is sick?" An Changxing asked Zhou Ruo eagerly.

Zhao Jinzhong was displeased and, with a stern face, questioned An Chang: "Who are you calling your brother?!"

"Huh?" An Chang was dumbfounded.

Zhao Jinzhong realized he had said the wrong thing in anger and corrected himself: "Whose brother are you talking about!"

Seeing Zhao Jinzhong's furious expression, An Chang suddenly felt uneasy.

He stammered, "You're her brother, we're about the same age, so in terms of age, aren't I also..."

"You are not!" Zhao Jinzhong said firmly.

"Also, she's my sister, her name is Zhou Ruo, she has a name, stop calling her 'little girl'!"

An Chang was speechless for a moment. He had only wanted to tease Zhou Ruo, never expecting to end up flattering Zhao Jinzhong.

Just as Zhao Jinzhong was arguing with An Chang, Zhou Ruo felt her spiritual power increase slightly.

The voice in her mind told her, "Your spiritual power has increased to 31%."

After my spiritual power recovered to 30%, the prompts became more detailed.

Thirty percent? Zhou Ruo spread out her hands and counted, as if she could vaguely understand what thirty percent meant.

So slow! She has healed Aunt Qi, who was injured by a mousetrap, and nearly thirty servants in total.

His spiritual power has only recovered to 31%.

Where will she find so many patients to treat next?

Just as they were struggling with this problem, Siqiao hurriedly ran over to call them.

"Young General, Miss! The General has returned and says he wants to see you, Miss."

Upon hearing the news, Zhao Jinzhong took Zhou Ruo's hand and walked towards Lanxiang Courtyard.

Siqiao picked up the fruit from the ground and used her clothes to hold it. There were so many fruits, she almost couldn't hold them all.

Everyone had left, leaving An Chang standing there alone, processing the strange thing he had seen: a child treating someone with acupuncture.

Zhao Yucheng waited for Zhou Ruo to return in Ji Ping's room. Ji Ping had already told him about Zhou Ruo treating the servants.

At first, his reaction was the same as Ji Ping's.

But when he learned that Zhou Ruo was treating patients to save his own life, he felt a weight on his heart.

"Father, Mother." Zhao Jinzhong led Zhou Ruo into the house, Zhou Ruo still holding half a persimmon in her hand.

"Father!" Zhou Ruo hadn't seen Zhao Yucheng for several days and missed him terribly.

She ran and ran into Zhao Yucheng's arms.

Zhao Yucheng felt his heart soften considerably; even the usually imposing general's gaze softened.

"Father, what do you want from me?"

Zhou Ruo left Zhao Jinzhong's embrace and started munching on persimmons again.

Ji Ping saw that Zhou Ruo had eaten a persimmon without peeling it and asked, "Ruo'er, why did you eat the persimmon without peeling it?"

Granny Wang noticed this too, took a persimmon from Siqiao's arms, and quickly peeled it.

"Mother, it's alright, I've always eaten like this."

Ji Ping felt sad. She thought that Zhou Ruo probably didn't know how to peel persimmons when she was in Zhoujia Village.

However, for Zhou Ruo, persimmon peel, under the influence of her spiritual power, can be transformed into a good medicine to promote the production of qi and blood.

Granny Wang quickly peeled a persimmon and handed it to Zhou Ruo: "Miss, have this."

As he spoke, he swapped the small half of the persimmon in her hand with his.

Looking at the peeled persimmons, Zhou Ruo felt a pang of regret.

She took a bite, and it tasted really good. The peeled persimmon was much crisper and more refreshing. She ate it with satisfaction and was very happy.

Zhao Yucheng and Ji Ping exchanged a glance, and Ji Ping nodded to him.

Zhao Yucheng then spoke to Zhou Ruo: "Ruo'er, there are many wounded soldiers in Father's camp."

Upon hearing the word "wounded soldier," Zhou Ruo's eyes lit up instantly. "Wounded soldier?!"

"Yes, I've been sick for a long time, and the doctors can't cure me. Moreover, more and more people are getting sick."

"More and more?" Zhou Ruo became more and more excited as she listened.

Before Zhao Yucheng could finish speaking, Zhou Ruo jumped up and blurted out, "Father, take me there! Take me there!"

Although Zhao Yucheng already knew that Zhou Ruo needed medical treatment to survive.

But when he thought of all those wounded soldiers, and the thought of having such a young child like her treat them, he still couldn't bear it.

But he only thought of looking for Zhou Ruo because he had no other choice.

Doctor Yu has been treating patients in the military camp for some time now, and other doctors from the manor have also been transferred there.