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

Zhou Ruo glanced at the group and saw no dark aura; they all appeared to have simple ailments.

She put the other fruit back in the basket, rolled up her sleeves, and said:

"Come on! I'll be quick!"

The man sitting at the front had just noticed that Zhou Ruo hadn't felt his pulse, looked at his legs and feet, or even glanced at him closely.

She pointed out his lameness, and before he could react, Zhou Ruo had already taken out silver needles.

"Pull your trouser legs up a bit!" Zhou Ru instructed, holding a silver needle in each hand.

Cao Lin saw his companion sitting there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the silver needle in Zhou Ruo's hand.

"Erhu? Erhu?" Cao Lin nudged him twice, and seeing that he was really stunned, he took it upon himself to pull up his trouser leg.

"Hey, hey, hey?" The man's trouser leg was pulled up. He was worried that Zhou Ruoyi was just playing around and wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Zhou Ruo had already inserted two silver needles into the acupoints on his feet.

"Alright! Next one~" Zhou Ruo said, stepping forward to give the second person acupuncture.

After taking two steps, he turned back and gave Erhu a few more instructions:

"Uncle, I'll come back to get the needles later. Your feet are so dirty, you need to clean them for a while!"

Erhu watched as the needle holes in the silver needles inserted into his legs began to hiss and then gradually a murky liquid flowed out.

"Cao Lin! Cao Lin! Doctor! Is my leg oozing oil?"

Erhu exclaimed in alarm, terrified that Zhou Ruo would cripple him.

He struggled to stand up, but worried that his movements would shift the position of the two needles.

Erhu's face turned deathly pale with fear. He had never seen such a terrifying situation before, and he was so scared that he started to cry.

Upon seeing Erhu's condition, the second person with tuberculosis quickly waved his hands and said to Zhou Ruo in front of him, "I...I won't get treatment...I won't get treatment anymore..."

Hearing Erhu's cries from ahead, the people in the group assumed something had happened and rushed over, causing the scene to suddenly become chaotic.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinzhong immediately stepped forward and picked Zhou Ruo up. Cao Lin blocked the crowd that surrounded them, shouting, "What are you doing? What's going on?!"

In the chaos, Erhu cried out again, "Mother! My mother! I don't want to die! Ah—ah ah ah!"

Seeing Erhu's reaction, everyone turned their attention to his feet.

Two streams of murky liquid, resembling black blood, oozed and flowed from the needle holes on his feet.

However, there seemed to be a lot of unseen debris in the blood.

"What's wrong with Erhu? He looks terrifying!"

The crowd began to discuss the matter in fear again.

"Ugh! What's that stinky smell? Is it the smell of something oozing from Erhu's legs?"

The people who were nearby covered their noses and took a few steps back in disgust.

"Brother, put me down. That uncle can have his needle removed now." Zhou Ruo ignored everyone's reactions; her mind was solely focused on the patient.

With his back to everyone, Zhao Jinzhong placed Zhou Ruo in front of Erhu, then stood behind her to protect her.

"They're going to remove the needles...the needles are going to be removed...I hope Erhu won't be in any trouble?" the crowd whispered among themselves.

Zhou Ruo quickly removed the silver needles from Erhu's legs, cleaned them, and said to Erhu:

"Okay, stand up and jump around."

After Zhou Ruo finished speaking, she bounced around twice, "Like me."

Erhu looked at his legs, which were dripping with murky blood, then at Zhou Ruo, "Jump...?"

He hasn't tasted the word "jump" in over twenty years.

Previously, he even found it difficult to walk steadily or quickly.

Seeing him dawdling, Cao Lin went straight over and scooped Erhu up. "Stand still! Little Divine Doctor told you to jump, so jump! What are you afraid of!"

Erhu then carefully felt the changes in his legs. His legs were full of power, and the places where he used to limp were now burning hot.

He stomped his feet lightly, feeling extremely comfortable.

Then he jumped a little incredulously, no problem at all, and jumped twice more, higher and easier.

"Put it harder, like this!" Zhou Ru demonstrated again, stomping her feet hard on the ground.

This time, Erhu did as instructed without hesitation.

The moment his feet touched the ground, two hard objects, each the size of a thumb, popped out from two tiny pinholes, and the pinholes quickly healed.

Everyone exclaimed, "What just jumped out?"

"Hehe! Okay!" Zhou Ruo laughed happily.

Erhu didn't care what had jumped out of his leg; he had just successfully jumped up.

He felt as if he were riding on wheels of fire, and he pushed through the crowd, taking a few steps forward.

"It's okay! My foot is okay! I can run and jump again! Miracle doctor! Miracle doctor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Erhu ran off, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.

The group looked at each other in bewilderment, not having time to figure out what had happened.

The villagers on the outskirts of the crowd were unaware of what Erhu had gone through; they only saw a familiar figure flash past them.

"Whoosh! Was that Erhu...?"

"You're not that old, but not only are your eyesight failing, but your brain is also malfunctioning? Don't you know what's wrong with Erhu? And you're still saying 'whoosh'!"

"What about the two tigers?"

"Isn't Erhu...?" The speaker craned his neck to look ahead. "Hey? Where did Erhu go?"

A quicker-witted person suddenly moved closer to Zhou Ruo: "Miracle doctor! Take a look at me! Quickly, treat me too!"

Immediately, everyone realized what was happening and pushed forward, shouting, "I want treatment too! Get treatment for me!"

Cao Lin was furious. Just now they were all talking at once, saying that the little miracle doctor was no good. What a shameless bunch.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Cao Lin shouted, and everyone immediately stopped and looked at him.

"Line up! Not one of you will be left out; the little miracle doctor can definitely cure you all!"

Everyone obediently returned to their original lines.

Zhou Ruo smiled at the man who had just said his tuberculosis was incurable and asked, "Do you still want treatment?"

"Heal! Heal! I'll heal! Little miracle doctor, please heal me!"

The man, no longer caring about the embarrassment of his changed expression, sat down on the stool, looking as if he was at Zhou Ruo's mercy.

Soon, Zhou Ruo used two needles to clear the blockages in his body, expelling the pathogenic qi of tuberculosis, and the man felt a sense of relief in his chest.

"Cough cough! Cough cough—Hmm?"

The man wanted to cough a couple more times, but found that the breath that had once made him cough uncontrollably had disappeared from his chest.

"Doctor, I...I'm all better now?" the man asked in disbelief.

"Alright, alright! Next one!" Zhou Ruo said as she put away her needlework.

"Wait a minute, little miracle doctor, I...I have something else I want to ask you." The man looked troubled.

Zhou Ruo then looked up at him: "What is it, Uncle?"

"Well... Little miracle doctor, can you cure the poultry's illness?" the man stammered.

"Poultry?" Zhou Ruo didn't react for a moment.

"It's... pigs, cows, chickens, ducks, geese, and stuff like that..." The man sounded guilty as he spoke.