The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

By the time she finished preparing, everyone else in the main room had already gone to the courtyard. They were reluctant to leave, even though they had to go to work the next day; they wanted to wait and see if Jiang Muyan could create a miracle.

The Qiao family, including Qiao Jinhe and his wife, were still waiting in the main room, but they kept their distance and tried not to speak, so as not to affect Jiang Muyan's treatment.

The people inside didn't even dare to move, because the candlelight would flicker if there was the slightest movement.

Qiao Jintao was the closest to Jiang Muyan. He had a candle on the table and was holding one in his hand, trying to stand in a place that wouldn't interfere with Jiang Muyan's acupuncture.

Jiang Muyan stared intently at the old man lying on the bed, noticing that the deathly aura emanating from him was even stronger than before, and couldn't help but frown.

She turned to look at the crowd and gave the instructions:

"Who will help the patient take off their shirt?"

"I'll do it," Qiao Jinhe said and stepped forward.

As he spoke, he quickly walked over and helped the old man unbutton his shirt.

He never expected that simply sending Jiang Muyan back to the educated youth home would lead to such a situation. He sincerely hoped that Jiang Muyan could truly cure his second uncle, but he also thought that if Jiang Muyan couldn't be cured, he would help suppress the gossip in the village and protect her.

After he unbuttoned the old man's clothes, he took a few steps back, giving Jiang Muyan her place, while he stood aside, ready to help at any time.

Jiang Muyan stepped forward and picked up a silver needle with her fingertips. She held her breath and focused her gaze on several acupoints on the old man's chest. With a slight lift of her wrist, the silver needle pierced into the old man's chest like a shooting star. Her technique was fast, accurate, and steady, all done in one smooth motion.

Qiao Jintao's hand holding the candle tightened slightly, but he dared not move. Seeing Jiang Muyan's skillful movements, his trust in her deepened even more.

He had seen those old Chinese medicine doctors administer acupuncture, but their movements were not as crisp and efficient as the young girl's.

As each silver needle was precisely inserted into the acupoints, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Jiang Muyan's forehead and slid down her cheeks.

Qiao Jinhe saw this, quietly turned around and walked out of the yard, instructing his wife Zhang Caizhen to bring him a cool towel.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, the villagers in the courtyard immediately surrounded him, asking anxiously in hushed voices:

"Captain, what's the situation inside?"

"It's not clear yet." Qiao Jinhe waved his hand and advised, "It's so late, everyone should go back and rest! We have to go to work tomorrow morning. If anything happens, I'll send someone to call you."

"No, no, we won't be able to sleep if we go back!" someone pleaded, waving their hands repeatedly. "Captain, please let us stay here and keep watch!"

"That's right, Captain, you don't need to worry about us. We want to protect Uncle Qiao!"

"That's right! Uncle Qiao has given so much to our brigade over the years, and we want to take care of him!"

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Everyone spoke up, their voices filled with earnestness. Although they didn't quite believe in Jiang Muyan's medical skills, they sincerely hoped that Uncle Qiao could pull through this ordeal.

Uncle Qiao was the only one in their village who had fought against the Japanese invaders. After being wounded and discharged from the army, he became the village's Party Secretary.

For decades, he has worked tirelessly and done countless good deeds for the village. Everyone in the village, young and old, respects him.

Zhang Caizhen quickly wrung out a towel and came over, walking very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the noise inside the room.

Seeing the dense beads of sweat on Jiang Muyan's forehead, her opinion of this young girl quietly changed.

She tiptoed to Jiang Muyan's side and carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Jiang Muyan, who was concentrating on applying acupuncture, felt a cool touch on her forehead, but her hands did not stop moving in the slightest. She secretly circulated her spiritual energy, slowly channeling it into the old man's meridians through the silver needles to nourish his damaged internal organs.

Fortunately, her spiritual energy was replenished during the day when she was with Fu Moxuan; otherwise, given her previous condition, the effect of tonight's acupuncture would likely have been greatly diminished.

Qiao Jintao stared intently at his father's face and suddenly noticed that the old man's originally ashen complexion had somehow lost some of its lifelessness, and even the rise and fall of his chest was much stronger than before.

As Jiang Muyan inserted the last silver needle, she channeled the last bit of spiritual energy in her body into the old man's meridians through the needle. Instantly, the silver needles on the old man's body trembled slightly under the nourishment of the circulating spiritual energy, emitting a faint hum.

Finally finished, Jiang Muyan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief! At this moment, she felt that the spiritual energy in her body had been completely drained, and an unprecedented sense of exhaustion washed over her.

Qiao Jintao stared at the trembling silver needles, his heart leaping into his throat. His voice trembled uncontrollably, and the candle in his hand shook, dripping hot wax onto his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

"Jiang, Jiang, how is my father...?"

Jiang Muyan didn't rush to answer, but bent down again to check the old man's pulse. Feeling that the pulse was stronger than before, she straightened up, her voice tinged with weariness, yet still resolute:

"The flow of qi and blood has been restored, and the imbalance in the internal organs has been stabilized. If all goes well, the old man should be able to wake up soon after I remove the acupuncture needles."

At this point, she added:

"The old man is too weak; he probably hasn't eaten in a long time. You can cook a bowl of thick porridge and prepare it beforehand, then feed him some slowly when he wakes up."

"I'll go right away!" The old man's daughter-in-law, Yu Caixia, quickly responded and turned to run towards the kitchen.

Seeing Jiang Muyan's pale face, Qiao Jinhe quickly said with concern, "Jiang, please sit down and rest!"

"Yes, Jiang, I'll go get you a stool!"

"I'll go get some water!"

The Qiao family members inside the house all spoke up, their eyes filled with barely suppressed surprise and gratitude as they looked at Jiang Muyan.

Because they not only witnessed Jiang Muyan's superb medical skills, but also clearly saw that the old man's breathing was much stronger than before, which gave them hope.

Jiang Muyan waved to the crowd, took the towel from Zhang Caizhen, wiped the sweat from her face, and said softly:

"No need for you to bother, I'm going to remove these silver needles in a bit."

As she spoke, she began to carefully observe the trembling silver needles.

Her spiritual power is still too low. If it were before, just this one acupuncture treatment would have greatly improved the old man's health.

Unfortunately, I have too little spiritual energy right now, so I'll need to have acupuncture done a few more times.

Time passed second by second, and the frequency of the silver needle's trembling slowed down until it stopped completely.

Jiang Muyan then bent down and carefully removed the silver needles one by one, following the order of acupuncture.

A few minutes after all the silver needles were removed, the old man lying on the bed suddenly made a slight movement in his throat and let out a very soft sigh.

"Father!" Qiao Jintao abruptly handed the candle to the person beside him, rushed to the bedside, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "Father! You're awake? Can you hear me?"

The old man's eyelids twitched, as if weighed a ton, and it took a tremendous effort to slowly lift them a crack. His cloudy gaze first swept blankly over everyone, finally settling on Qiao Jintao's bloodshot face. In a hoarse voice, he uttered a few words:

"Where...am I? Aren't I...in the hospital?"