I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

Listening to Chen Mo recount his illness as if it were a familiar treasure, Wu Mingyuan looked as if he had seen a ghost:

"How do you know all this? How do you know?"

Wu Mingyuan looked at Li Shijia with suspicion in his eyes.

"Xiaojia, did you tell Xiaochen about my condition?"

Li Shijia waved his hands repeatedly, looking completely innocent: "No, no, absolutely not!"

"Grandpa Wu, I didn't know you were coming before I brought Mr. Chen here today."

"How could I possibly tell him about your condition beforehand?"

Wu Mingyuan frowned.

Yes, Li Shijia is right. His visit to the sanatorium today was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Even he himself didn't know he was coming to the sanatorium, so how could Li Shijia have told Chen Mo about his condition in advance?

Wu Mingyuan looked at Chen Mo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This...this was all diagnosed by you taking his pulse? How come it seems more accurate than a machine's diagnosis?"

Chen Mo nodded: "It's nothing serious. Diagnosing illnesses is a doctor's basic skill."

"Basic skills?"

Wu Mingyuan raised his voice, "I've been to the best hospital in Da'an for three years and had more than a dozen tests done before they finally found out what's wrong with me."

"You only have three fingers, and you can tell the whole thing?"

The other old men were also stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

The old man in the traditional Chinese jacket came closer and stared at Chen Mo's fingers for a long time.

It's as if there's some hidden meaning in those three fingers.

"This is incredible!" said the old man in the traditional Chinese jacket.

Another old man pushed up his glasses, looked at Chen Mo, then at Wu Mingyuan: "Old Wu, you're not putting on an act with him, are you?"

What play are we performing?

Wu Mingyuan glared at him. "Do I need to act with him? I don't even know him!"

The old man stopped talking.

Wu Mingyuan took a deep breath to calm himself down.

The doubt in his eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by an eagerness.

"Young man, young doctor, since you can tell, do you have a way to treat it?"

As Wu Mingyuan spoke, he patted his right knee.

"This chronic leg pain has been with me for thirty years. It hurts terribly on rainy days, it hurts on cloudy days, and it hurts even more in winter!"

"I've taken so many medications and had so much physical therapy, but nothing's working. Do you have any ideas?"

"It's simple, just a few acupuncture needles will do!" Chen Mo said with a smile.

The pavilion fell silent again, and the old men looked at Chen Mo, their brows furrowing in unison.

Thirty years of chronic leg pain, can it be cured with a few acupuncture needles?

real or fake?

You're not exaggerating, are you?

Wu Mingyuan looked at Chen Mo, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

The old men looked on with disbelief and suspicion, clearly not quite believing it.

Chen Mo took out a sandalwood needle box and opened the lid.

Nine silver needles gleamed with a cool light in the sunlight.

Chen Mo picked up a fine needle and placed it on Wu Mingyuan's knee, starting to find the right spot.

Knee eye, Yanglingquan, Zusanli, Yinlingquan.

The root cause of chronic leg pain lies in cold and dampness. Cold and dampness stagnate the meridians, obstructing the flow of qi and blood, and causing pain.

To cure chronic leg pain, you must first expel the cold and dampness.

Chen Mo picked up the first acupuncture needle and inserted it into the knee eye acupoint.

The needle tip pierced the skin and penetrated deep into the acupoint. The fingers gently twisted and pulled it twice.

"Can you feel anything?"

Chen Mo asked.

Wu Mingyuan carefully examined it and exclaimed in surprise, "It feels a bit sour and a little bloated!"

Chen Mo nodded, then picked up the second needle and inserted it into Yanglingquan, followed by Zusanli, Yinlingquan, Xuehai, and Liangqiu.

Six silver needles were inserted around Wu Mingyuan's right knee, arranged in a circle, like a silver flower.

Chen Mo flicked the end of the needle lightly with his finger.

hum!

The six needles vibrated simultaneously, producing a very faint sound, like a bee flapping its wings.

Wu Mingyuan's eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed in surprise:

"It's so hot! My legs suddenly feel so hot!"

The heat wasn't just on the surface; it was heat emanating from deep within the bones, like a fire burning inside the knee.

It was warm and cozy, as if it were slowly forcing out the decades-old cold and dampness.

"Hot is just what I want!"

As Chen Mo spoke, he flicked the end of the needle with his finger again.

The vibrations are stronger now!

Wu Mingyuan felt the heat flow up from his knees, along his thighs, through his waist, and down to his back.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, then on the back of his head, neck, back, and chest.

A short while later.

Wu Mingyuan looked as if he had been pulled out of the water, drenched in sweat and with a flushed face.

But that red wasn't a sickly flush; it was a healthy, translucent red.

The old men in the pavilion were all stunned.

"This is...sweating? Acupuncture can make you sweat?"

"It looks... like they've forced out the cold air?"

Chen Mo waited for a while, and when he felt the time was right, he pulled out the six silver needles, wiped them clean with an alcohol swab, and put them back in the needle box.

"Old Wu!"

Chen Mo smiled and closed the needle case. "How do you feel if you stand up and walk around?"

"Okay, okay!"

Wu Mingyuan stood up, supporting himself on the stone table, stretched his back, and then tried to take a few steps.

After taking two steps, he stopped, and then took a few more steps.

They walked faster and faster, their steps becoming lighter and lighter, until they ended up walking around the pavilion several times.

The expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to ecstasy.

"alright?"

Wu Mingyuan's voice trembled, "My leg...it's healed? Really healed?"

He stomped his right foot hard, then stomped his left foot.

The stiffness in his right knee that had been there for thirty years, the excruciating pain on cloudy days, and the weakness that made him unable to stand up after squatting down—all of that was gone.

"alright!"

Wu Mingyuan suddenly turned around, grabbed Chen Mo's hand, and exclaimed, "You're amazing! I feel like my leg is completely healed!"

"Thirty years! I haven't felt this relaxed in thirty years!"

Wu Mingyuan's eyes were a little red, and he held Chen Mo's hand tightly, as if afraid that he would run away.

Several old men nearby watched in amazement, craning their necks as if they had seen a ghost.

"Really all better? Just a few acupuncture needles and you're all better?"

"Old Wu was walking with a limp just now, but now he's walking even more nimbly than me!"

"This is unbelievable! I know acupuncture can cure rheumatism, but I've never seen it work this well. It's ridiculous!"

"It's not the acupuncture master, it's this young man!"

Wu Mingyuan held Chen Mo's hand, too excited to know what to say.

"Young man, how much should I charge for this consultation? Just name a number, whatever you want!"

"If Mr. Wu wants to give it, then give him a hundred yuan!" Chen Mo said.

"One hundred dollars?"

Wu Mingyuan waved his hands repeatedly, "You cured my chronic leg pain, how can a hundred yuan be enough? Isn't that like giving money to a beggar?"

Old Li couldn't stand it anymore and interjected with a laugh, "Old Wu, how can you be so inconsiderate? Little Chen was just making a token gesture, and you're really treating it like 100 yuan!"

Wu Mingyuan slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Right, right, look at me, I'm getting senile!"

He looked at Chen Mo, his expression becoming serious:

"Young Chen, this old man owes you a huge favor!"

"If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I'll do my best to help if I can!"

"Mr. Wu, you're too kind!"

Chen Mo smiled and nodded: "If you feel unwell anywhere in the future, just let me know!"

What's free is the most expensive; for these old men, favors are more valuable than money!

"Okay, okay!"

Wu Mingyuan was overjoyed, patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, and smiled so broadly that the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

Several old men nearby couldn't contain themselves any longer and stepped forward to speak.