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

Zhao Jinzhong and his group arrived at a bustling area in the city and found a suitable spot where Wu Jia and Wu Bing set up their stall.

Zhou Ruo sat down on the stool, placed her hands on the table, craned her neck to look around, and dangled her legs in the air.

Looking at the passersby, occasionally someone would stop and wonder what their stall was for.

The pedestrian observed for a while, looked up and saw the character "医" (medicine) on the flag, then looked down at Zhou Ruo.

As if they couldn't see the stall owner, they walked away impatiently.

"Brother, why is no one here to treat the illness?" Zhou Ruo waited for a quarter of an hour, but no one came to ask.

Zhao Jinzhong was unaware that he had never worried about making a living, nor had he ever set up a stall to sell goods.

In their confusion, they heard a fortune-telling stall about ten meters away. The stall owner started shouting as soon as the previous customer left.

"Secrets hidden in your sleeve, the universe in your palm—Four Pillars of Destiny, Eight Characters—10 coins per reading! No charge if inaccurate!"

Zhao Jinzhong, quick-witted, called out, "Wu Jia, bring me paper and pen!"

Wu Jia spread a large sheet of paper on the table, and Zhao Jinzhong picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the paper.

"A miraculous doctor, his needles cure all ailments; there is no disease he cannot treat!"

Unable to find a suitable spot to post the notice, Zhao Jinzhong ordered, "Wu Jia, Wu Bing, you two spread out and stand in front!"

Wu Jia and Wu Bing spread out the characters that Zhao Jinzhong had written and stood in front of the corner of the table.

"Armor, shout!" Zhao Jinzhong commanded again.

Wu Jia was an expert at shouting. Back then, when he accompanied Zhao Jinzhong and the General of the Valiant Cavalry to a duel, his powerful voice greatly boosted morale.

"A miraculous doctor, his needles cure all ailments; there is no disease he cannot treat!"

"Don't miss out! Anyone feeling unwell can come and see this miracle doctor!"

Wu Jia's voice certainly attracted the attention of many passersby.

A few curious people crowded around, looked at the large characters, and then peered behind the table.

"Where is the miracle doctor?"

Zhao Jinzhong, Wu Jia, and Wu Bing all turned their gazes toward Zhou Ruo, who was sitting behind the table with wide eyes and puffed-out red cheeks.

"Her?" the pedestrian asked again uncertainly.

Zhao Jinzhong and the other two nodded.

"Hiss—" The onlookers flicked their sleeves and dispersed instantly.

An older woman passing by couldn't stand it anymore and said to them:

"You kids are just always causing trouble! If you have nothing better to do, go home and study more!"

Zhao Jinzhong quickly explained, "We're not joking around; my sister really does know how to cure illnesses."

The aunt looked disdainful, but today she clashed with Zhao Jinzhong and his group.

She sat down at the table, stretched out a hand, and said, "Baby, come and see how I am."

Zhou Ruo was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting the older woman to stop and treat her.

Zhao Jinzhong nudged Zhou Ruo from behind, and Zhou Ruo woke up with a start:

"Auntie, you don't have any major problems, it's just that you have chronic leg pain. When the weather gets cold, it's hard for you to move your legs, and it must be quite uncomfortable."

"Huh?" The woman's expression changed from disbelief to doubt. "You're not just guessing, are you?"

Zhou Ruo shook her head. "No need to guess. I knew it the moment I saw you. It can be cured with just two needles."

She held up two fingers and gestured in front of the older woman.

"Two injections?" the aunt asked, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Yes!" Zhou Ruo took out silver needles. "Auntie, pull up your pants legs, I'll give you acupuncture."

"Heh...hehehehe..." The woman hurriedly stood up. "This child has really gone mad..."

As she spoke, she picked up the vegetable basket she had temporarily placed on the ground, slung it over her shoulder, and exclaimed, "You guys are really being reckless!"

The woman fled in a panic, but after taking a few steps, she turned back to look at Zhou Ruo one last time.

"What's wrong with this woman? I didn't even give her an injection, how can her legs run so fast?"

Zhou Ruo watched the aunt's departing figure and muttered to herself.

Zhao Jinzhong pulled over a stool, sighed helplessly, and sat down next to Zhou Ruo with a somewhat slouching posture.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, but not a single patient was willing to come and treat Zhou Ruo.

But the fairy's luck was never bad. Sure enough, not far away, a middle-aged man dressed simply was walking with faltering steps.

Judging from his appearance, he would pass by Zhou Ruo quite often.

"Wow~" Zhou Ruo's eyes lit up instantly, and he stared at the uncle.

"Malaria, tuberculosis, scorpion venom... ten, nine, eight... three, two, one, fall!"

As soon as Zhou Ruo finished speaking, the man fell precisely in front of Zhou Ruo's stall.

The position was perfectly centered, without the slightest deviation, making it seem as if the patient had been specially arranged for Zhou Ruo by heaven.

"Brother, hurry!" Zhou Ruo pushed Zhao Jinzhong over.

Soon a crowd gathered around.

The man's face was deathly pale, his breathing was weak, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Brother, quickly cover him up, he can't be in the sun!" Zhou Ruo said to Zhao Jinzhong while observing the man's symptoms.

Wu Bing reacted quickly; he borrowed a large umbrella from a nearby stall and held it up to shield the man.

People in the crowd started talking.

"Is this his child? What happened to him?"

"The child looks very ill; it's quite pitiful."

"No, no, this child isn't his. This child is setting up a stall here!"

Everyone glanced at Zhou Ruo's stall. "A miracle doctor?!"

Some people exclaimed in surprise, while others mocked.

An insider advised, "Kid, don't do anything reckless. This person just came from Jishetang."

Even Dr. Li from Jishetang couldn't save him. Don't be ridiculous. If he dies, the blame will fall on you.

Zhou Ruo remained calm and said lightly, "I can cure him."

The crowd erupted in uproar, with some scoffing, "Where did this kid come from, spouting such nonsense? Even Doctor Li couldn't cure him, how could you?"

Someone else added, "Dr. Li is one of the top doctors in this area. Even he doesn't dare to treat this patient. How can you?"

Someone pointed at Zhao Jinzhong and said, "Aren't you his brother? Take her away right now, stop causing trouble here!"

Zhou Ruo ignored the words of those around her and took out the silver needles.

"What's that? What's she holding in her hand?"

"They're silver needles!"

"What is she trying to do?!"

"Stop!" Someone couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop Zhou Ruo, even taking a step forward to try to snatch the silver needles from her hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Jinzhong quickly stood up and stopped the man.

"Stand still!" Zhao Jinzhong retorted angrily, a rare sight for him. "If she says she can cure it, then she can! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"You'll take responsibility? You're just a kid, how can you take responsibility?" The man was determined not to let Zhou Ruo do anything reckless.

Wu Jia stood in front of Zhao Jinzhong, his imposing presence overwhelming his opponent.

"He's a young general in the general's mansion; if he says he can cure it, he can cure it; if he says he can take responsibility, he can take responsibility!"

"Young General?" Someone seemed to recognize Zhao Jinzhong. "Is he the young general who was paralyzed for a long time but has now recovered?"

"Exactly!" Wu Jia replied, head held high, proud of his master.

"That's the young general! It's amazing, he actually recovered..."

Everyone's attention began to shift to Zhao Jinzhong.

Zhao Jinzhong seized the opportunity and said to Zhou Ruoruo, "Ruoruo, treat her!"

"Alright, brother!" Seeing that everyone's aura towards her was beginning to weaken, Zhou Ruo immediately aimed her needles at the acupoints on the man's body.

A collective gasp swept through the crowd; no one could believe that Zhou Ruo had actually managed to insert the silver needle.

Some people tried to stop them, but Zhao Jinzhong stopped them again.