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

Time passed by, and before we knew it, 20 minutes had gone by, and the acupuncture was finally over.

Chen Mo pulled out the nine silver needles one by one, wiped them clean with alcohol swabs, and put them back in the needle box.

Zhou Yuanshan leaned back in his chair, panting heavily.

He was covered in sweat, his clothes were completely soaked, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

But his complexion was rosy and clear, and he looked completely healthy, unlike a Parkinson's patient.

"Mr. Zhou, try it and see if your hand is still shaking?"

Chen Mo said with a smile.

"well!"

Zhou Yuanshan immediately looked at his right hand, which had been shaking for five years!

When it's light, it's like leaves being blown by the wind; when it's heavy, it's like chaff being sifted.

He couldn't hold a teacup, chopsticks, or write; he even had trouble buttoning his clothes.

In his efforts to treat the illness, Zhou Yuanshan tried various medications and therapies, but none of them worked.

The doctor told him that it was Parkinson's disease, which was incurable and could only be controlled with medication.

What now?

Will it get better?

With a nervous heart, Zhou Yuanshan raised his right hand.

No shaking?

This time it didn't shake!

Zhou Yuanshan trembled violently, his five fingers spread open, back of his hand facing up... and he remained completely still.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yuanshan's eyes immediately reddened.

"It's not shaking anymore...it really isn't shaking anymore..."

Zhou Yuanshan stood up and walked a few steps in the yard.

My legs have stopped shaking!

My waist has stopped shaking!

Zhou Yuanshan looked at Chen Mo, and tears finally fell:

"Dr. Chen, you cured my illness...you cured my Parkinson's disease..."

Zhou Yuanshan grasped Chen Mo's hand, overwhelmed with emotion, "Thank you... thank you..."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Old Zhou, don't get excited! He's just recovered and needs further treatment!"

"I'll prescribe a few more doses of medicine for you. Take it for a month, and it shouldn't recur!"

Zhou Yuanshan nodded repeatedly: "I will definitely follow your instructions! I will eat whatever you tell me to eat!"

Li Shijia's eyes also reddened. Because of Parkinson's disease, her grandfather has been unable to hold a teacup or chopsticks for the past five years, and has even had to give up his favorite calligraphy.

just now.

It's finally stopped shaking!

"Mr. Chen, I am deeply grateful! I, Li Shijia, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"

Li Shijia expressed his gratitude.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Young Master Li, you're too kind! We're friends, this is what I should do!"

"Yes, my friend!"

Li Shijia nodded solemnly.

Qin Shouye slapped his thigh excitedly: "Old Zhou! I knew this young man was good!"

"That day at the antique market, he pulled me back from the brink of death with just a few needles!"

"A few acupuncture treatments today cured your Parkinson's! A miracle doctor! Truly a miracle doctor!"

Qin Wanqing also came closer, her eyes shining: "Dr. Chen, how did you learn your medical skills? They're amazing!"

"It's a family tradition!"

Chen Mo made up a story off the top of his head.

As everyone was talking, Li Shijia suddenly remembered something:

"Grandpa, don't you love calligraphy? Why don't you try it and see if your hand still shakes?"

Zhou Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

Calligraphy is his greatest hobby in this life!

He started practicing when he was young, and copied the works of Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Wang Xizhi for more than forty years.

His calligraphy in running script is quite well-known throughout Da'an.

However, since being diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, his hands have been shaking so badly that his calligraphy career has been completely ruined.

It's been over a year since he last touched a calligraphy brush.

"Okay! Let's give it a try!"

Zhou Yuanshan said excitedly.

Qin Shouye laughed and said, "It's truly an honor to witness Old Zhou's calligraphy today!"

"Old Zhou, you absolutely mustn't hold back; you'd better show us your true skills!"

"That's right!"

The group followed Zhou Yuanshan through the courtyard and into the study.

The study is small but elegant, with one wall covered by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf filled with various calligraphy copybooks and books on calligraphy theory.

On the other wall hangs a central scroll with the four large characters "Ning Jing Zhi Yuan" (meaning "Tranquility Leads to Far-Reaching Vision") in running script, with vigorous strokes and vivid charm.

The desk was placed against the window, covered with a dark gray felt, and a dozen or so calligraphy brushes of different sizes hung on the pen holder.

Zhou Yuanshan walked to his desk, picked up a medium-sized wolf-hair brush, and weighed it in his hand.

My hand stopped shaking and I held the pen steadily, almost unbelievably so.

"OK!"

Zhou Yuanshan spread out a sheet of Xuan paper, weighed it down with a paperweight, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and held his wrist suspended...

Let's put pen to paper!

In just a few moments.

An excerpt from the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion" was written in one go.

Zhou Yuanshan put down his pen, took a step back, looked at the words he had written, and his eyes reddened again.

I haven't written in over a year, but my hand technique is still there, even better than before, because my hand doesn't shake anymore!

"good!"

Qin Shouye was the first to clap and cheer, his face crinkling with excitement.

"Old Zhou, your calligraphy is even more powerful than before! Look at the strokes, the structure, the spirit—it's amazing!"

Qin Wanqing also came over to take a look. Although she didn't know much about calligraphy, she thought it was beautiful.

"Grandpa Zhou, your handwriting is so beautiful! It's even better than printed characters! It's gorgeous!"

Chen Mo also looked at the calligraphy; he had never understood calligraphy before.

However, since acquiring the skill of "Sage of Calligraphy," his calligraphy skills have reached a level comparable to that of Wang Xizhi.

So when looking at this calligraphy, various styles of seal script, clerical script, regular script, running script, and cursive script flashed through Chen Mo's mind like a movie.

"Old Zhou's calligraphy draws inspiration from the styles of Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi, while also incorporating elements of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan!"

"The brushwork is exquisite, with graceful beginnings and endings, primarily using the central tip of the brush and secondarily the side tip, resulting in lines that are both vigorous and powerful, yet also lively!"

"The characters are broad and expansive, with graceful interplay between them and a continuous flow of energy between lines. Truly beautiful calligraphy!"

Zhou Yuanshan's eyes lit up, feeling as if he had met a kindred spirit. He exclaimed with delight, "Dr. Chen, you know calligraphy?"

"I know a little bit!"

Chen Mo smiled.

Zhou Yuanshan said, "Those who don't truly understand calligraphy wouldn't be able to see what you're saying!"

"Haha, you don't just know a little, you know everything!"

Qin Shouye chimed in, "Doctor Chen, why don't you write one too, so we can all see it!"

Zhou Yuanshan slapped his thigh: "Yes, yes, yes! Dr. Chen, come on, write one too! Let me broaden my horizons!"

Chen Mo waved his hand: "I only know a little bit, I won't embarrass myself in front of Elder Zhou!"

"Forget about making a fool of yourself! Write it! You have to write it!"

Without saying a word, Zhou Yuanshan shoved the brush into Chen Mo's hand.

Chen Mo, holding the pen, said, "Well... I'll give it a try!"

Old Zhou offered to change Chen Mo's paper and grind the ink for him.

Chen Mo picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and decided to write the "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion".

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year of Guichou, at the beginning of late spring, we gathered at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to perform the purification ritual..."

The brushstrokes move across the paper, sometimes flowing like clouds and water, sometimes as sharp as iron hooks.

Each word seems alive, flowing from the tip of the pen and coming to life on the paper.

The study was quiet, and everyone watched silently.

Zhou Yuanshan's eyes widened and his mouth opened wider, his face filled with disbelief.

This character...this character...it's amazing! Absolutely amazing!

Qin Shouye's gaze was also intense, staring intently at the words on the table.

The look in his eyes seemed to want nothing more than to push Chen Mo away, claim the words on the table as his own, and admire them carefully.