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

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Jiang Muyan followed Qiao Weijing into the Qiao family's old house. It was work time, and only Qiao Jintao and his wife were at home taking care of the old man. Qiao Weijing greeted Jiang Muyan and hurried off to work as well.

When Qiao Jintao saw Jiang Muyan enter, he quickly went to greet her, his face full of gratitude.

"Jiang Zhiqing, thank you so much! My father is in much better spirits today than yesterday!"

Jiang Muyan smiled and waved her hand, "Uncle Qiao, you're too kind. Is Grandpa Qiao awake now?"

"He's awake. He was just saying he wanted to thank you!" Qiao Jintao said as he stepped aside to lead the way.

Grandpa Qiao had already moved back to his own bedroom last night. As soon as the two of them reached the bedroom door, they saw Yu Caixia coming out with an empty bowl.

Upon seeing Jiang Muyan, Yu Caixia immediately greeted her warmly:

"Jiang, the educated youth, is here! Please sit here for a while, I'll go get you a glass of water!"

"Auntie, you don't need to bother!" Jiang Muyan quickly stopped her.

"No need to bother, no need to bother!" Yu Caixia waved her hand, then turned and called into the house, "Dad, Jiang Zhiqing is here to see you!"

As she spoke, she shifted her body to the side so that Jiang Muyan could see the situation inside the room, and then quickly went to the kitchen to pour water.

Grandpa Qiao sat leaning against the headboard, covered with a thin cotton quilt that was patched in several places. His complexion was much rosier than yesterday.

Upon seeing Jiang Muyan enter, his cloudy eyes instantly lit up, and he propped himself up on his arms to sit up: "Jiang, the educated youth, is here? Please sit down, please sit down!"

"Grandpa Qiao, don't move, just lie down." Jiang Muyan quickly stepped forward and pressed down on his shoulder. Her fingertips touched the old man's warm skin, and then she reached out and placed her hand on his wrist, gently touching it with her fingertips to feel the pulse.

After a moment, she released her grip and said softly, "Your pulse is much more stable than yesterday, and your qi and blood are slowly recovering. After another three to five days of acupuncture, you should be almost recovered."

"It's all thanks to you, girl." Old Master Qiao looked at Jiang Muyan, his eyes full of gratitude. "If it weren't for you, I'd probably be buried in the ground by now."

He was well aware of his physical condition—ever since his injury years ago, the pain in his body had become more severe year by year.

I thought that the surgery to remove the remaining shrapnel would improve my condition, but it has only gotten worse.

At the moment he fainted, he even thought that his life was over. He never expected to open his eyes again, and he never expected to be saved by a little girl.

Now he no longer feels the pain he used to experience, and he feels much more comfortable than before.

Jiang Muyan smiled and said in a gentle voice, "Grandpa Qiao, you are blessed with good fortune. I was just doing my duty."

She then carefully instructed, "For the next few days, you should mainly eat liquid foods, such as millet porridge and pumpkin soup. Remember to avoid raw, cold, or hard foods."

Qiao Jintao quickly took notes. Old Master Qiao, however, asked impatiently, "Girl, will I still be able to get out of bed and walk around?"

Before the surgery, he had been bedridden for quite some time. Now he is really worried that he will be bedridden indefinitely.

At his age, it's fine if he can't help his family anymore, but naturally he doesn't want to cause any more trouble for his children.

Jiang Muyan seemed to sense Grandpa Qiao's worry and reassured him with a smile, "Of course you can! As long as you take your medicine on time and cooperate with your exercise, not only will you be able to get out of bed and walk around, but you'll even be able to take your great-grandchild out for a stroll!"

Having gone through this ordeal, she could see clearly that the old man was protected by good karma, and that everything would go smoothly for him in the future, and he would live a long and healthy life.

"Excellent, excellent!" Old Master Qiao beamed from ear to ear. "Thank you for your kind words, girl!"

"Grandpa Qiao, let's begin the acupuncture." Jiang Muyan took out the silver needles that had already been sterilized. "If you cooperate well, your body will recover faster."

"Good, good!" Old Master Qiao said excitedly. Qiao Jintao stepped forward to help Old Master Qiao unbutton his shirt, while advising him:

"Father, I've already told you, you should relax!"

For him, it was enough that his father could wake up and live a good life, and that he could continue to call him "Dad".

If his father can stand up again in the future, that will be a great joy. If not, he would rather stay by his father's side, serving him tea and water, and taking care of him for the rest of his life.

After Qiao Jintao unbuttoned the old man's clothes and made room for him, Jiang Muyan picked up the silver needles and began to perform acupuncture on the old man.

With the silver needle precisely inserted into the acupoint, Jiang Muyan slowly infused spiritual energy into the needle, and Grandpa Qiao clearly felt a warm current flowing along his meridians.

His previously tense muscles gradually relaxed, making him sigh with pleasure. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time; Old Master Qiao squinted, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out.

"Girl, your acupuncture skills are even better than the old doctor at the county hospital."

"Grandpa Qiao, you flatter me. I've only learned the basics," Jiang Muyan replied softly.

She was half telling the truth. She had been learning the five arts of metaphysics from her master since childhood. Although her master often praised her for her talent, she knew that the reason her medical skills were so good was mainly due to the combination of her third eye and spiritual power.

As the last silver needle fell, Jiang Muyan's face visibly paled, and sweat kept seeping from her forehead.

Yu Caixia took out a new towel, wet it with water, and kept wiping Jiang Muyan's sweat.

In fact, Jiang Muyan had more spiritual energy today than yesterday, but she still generously channeled all of it into Old Master Qiao's meridians through the silver needles.

At this moment, Grandpa Qiao was already sound asleep. After the silver needles stopped vibrating, Jiang Muyan began to remove them.

After tidying up the silver needles, Jiang Muyan got up to say goodbye!

"Jiang Zhiqing, why don't you have dinner at our house tonight?" Qiao Jintao noticed that Jiang Muyan's complexion was not good, and thought he would prepare some nutritious food for her to help her recover.

Today he saw it clearly: Jiang Zhiqing was extremely exhausted when she gave her father acupuncture, as if she had transferred all her energy and spirit to her father.

If Jiang Muyan heard his thoughts, she would definitely think he was right—overdrawing spiritual energy to clear her meridians was a mentally and physically exhausting thing for her.

Upon hearing Qiao Jintao's words, Jiang Muyan smiled and politely declined, saying:

"Uncle Qiao, no, I have some things to take care of. I'll come back tomorrow afternoon to treat Grandpa Qiao."

She then gave Mr. and Mrs. Qiao a detailed explanation of the old man's dietary restrictions before turning to leave.

It was still early, and she wanted to go for a walk in the mountains to collect some matches and vines.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, Jiang Muyan continued along the route she had taken yesterday. However, since she had no spiritual power left, she dared not go too far. She stopped at a place with dense vines, took out a machete from her storage pouch, and slowly began to chop.

Without spiritual power, she could only expend her physical strength. Fortunately, the vines were thin and the machete was quite sharp, so it was relatively easy to chop them.

She bundled the cut vines into bundles and quietly placed them in her spatial storage.

She didn't know how long she had been chopping, but when she felt she had enough vines, she stopped, leaving a small bundle of vines in her hand as a mere formality.

Having chopped enough, Jiang Muyan turned and walked back. She remembered that there were many mushrooms and wild vegetables growing in the area she had just passed, and planned to pick some to cook with the leftover chicken from the morning.

Arriving at the wild vegetable patch, Jiang Muyan was intently picking vegetables. With abundant summer rains and everyone growing vegetables in their own plots, no one bothered to go up the mountain to dig for wild vegetables, so the wild vegetables and mushrooms here grew exceptionally lushly.

As they were gathering firewood, they faintly heard voices. Jiang Muyan frowned, thinking it was probably other villagers coming to collect firewood or hunt, so she didn't pay much attention.

But the more I listened, the more something seemed off. The voice was old and hoarse, sometimes muttering to itself, sometimes sounding like it was crying.

She quickly put the wild vegetables and mushrooms she had picked into her mustard bag, picked up the small bundle of vines, and then walked towards the source of the sound.

The further she walked, the clearer the sound became. Listening closely, she heard the person repeatedly muttering:

"I want to go home... I can't find my way home..."

"Where is my home? I can't find it..."

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Jiang Muyan quickened her pace and saw an old woman in a gray cloth shirt standing there blankly in the distance.

As she approached, she was stunned again when she saw the old man's face; she couldn't make out his features!

If Jiang Xiechuan was a relative of the original owner, she could consider it a coincidence. But now another person has appeared whose face she can't see clearly—what's going on? It can't be another coincidence, can it?

But how could there be so many coincidences? Could it be that her third eye is malfunctioning? Jiang Muyan wondered to herself.