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Zhou Bingwen rushed back to his room, grabbed his first-aid kit, and dashed out.

He squatted down, pulled out an imported painkiller, and injected it into the outside of his grandfather's knee.

"Grandpa, bear with it."

After the needle was inserted, the old man's tense body did not relax at all.

After rubbing the affected area with the medicinal wine for a long time, the excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone only intensified.

The old man gritted his teeth desperately, relying on the willpower he had gained from years of military service, but his entire leg was spasming uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

Zhou Bingwen's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hand movements became chaotic.

"That shouldn't be the case; this dosage should even suppress the pain of major surgery..."

The atmosphere in the living room was icy.

Zhou Bangcheng made a decisive decision.

"Xiao Zhang! Get the car ready! Quick! Go to the General Hospital of the Military Region to find Dean Wen right away, or it will be too late."

With red eyes, guard Xiao Zhang opened the door, and a gust of early autumn wind swept in, carrying fallen leaves.

Su Xingmian looked at the chaotic Zhou family, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Since we have received such a great deal of sincerity from the Zhou family, we should return a vigorous and energetic leader to them.

She stood up.

When he lifted his eyelids, those eyes that had been filled with timidity suddenly changed.

"Your medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause."

She walked to the sofa and said, word by word.

"I can heal Grandpa's leg."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out a small needle pouch from her cloth bag.

When unfolded, it contained nine silver needles of varying lengths.

The silver needles had a warm, lustrous color, and upon closer inspection, one could even discern the textures of plants and trees, with the tips gleaming with a faint, cold light.

These are the most precious spikes from her original body that she shed when she transformed.

Zhou Bingwen's eyes turned red with anxiety.

Looking at Su Xingmian's expression was no different from looking at a mischievous little girl.

"Mianmian, this is not something you can joke about!"

"Grandpa has shrapnel stuck in his knee, close to a major nerve. Even the head of surgery at the main hospital doesn't dare to operate!"

"You think you can cure it with a few needles? Do you even know that a slight hand tremor can lead to paralysis?!"

"What others can't do, I can."

Su Xingmian raised her head.

When Zhou Bingwen met those eyes, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

He couldn't explain the feeling.

Every pore on his body was telling him this.

This delicate young girl in front of me is not someone I should mess with.

The hand that was trying to stop them froze in mid-air.

No one noticed that the vibrant clivia in the corner was withering away at an eerie speed.

A vibrant green hue, invisible to ordinary people, flowed down the carpet and into Su Xingmian's fingertips.

She comfortably squinted her eyes slightly, and even her skin became a little rosier.

Without any hesitation in finding the acupoint, the silver needle had already been firmly inserted into the Xuehai acupoint above the knee.

"Su's acupuncture technique?"

Grandma Zhou and Grandpa Zhou, who had just caught his breath, exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Both of them had witnessed this acupuncture technique, and Grandma Zhou had even had her life saved by it.

Unseen by others, the abundant vitality of the plants flowed through the silver needles, penetrating the withered and blocked meridians.

In her perception, two shrapnel fragments were stuck at the fork in the meridians.

Like two pebbles embedded in the root system, they completely block all the pathways for nutrients.

Grandpa Zhou shuddered, feeling a warm current envelop his nerves.

The excruciating pain that had been lingering deep within my bones miraculously disappeared.

Zhou Bingwen noticed that his grandfather's expression was changing.

The furrowed brow that had been there for twenty years was slowly relaxing.

Su Xingmian's expression was focused, and her hands moved so fast that they left afterimages.

In the fluid motion, all nine silver needles were inserted into nine major acupoints on the legs.

Subtly, the nine needles formed a perpetually regenerating array.

A faint, delicate fragrance of grass and trees wafted through the air.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the unbelievable scene before them.

Zhou Bangcheng even forgot to pick up the teacup that had fallen to the ground.

Suddenly, Zhou Bingwen's voice changed tone.

"It moved...something is moving under the skin!"

The muscles in the old man's knee, where he had an old injury, were twitching strangely.

Something under the skin was forced out by the silver needles and was slowly pushing out towards the surface.

"Well……"

Old Master Zhou's previously relaxed brows furrowed, and veins bulged on his forehead.

A painful groan escaped his lips, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

His breathing had become weak.

"grandfather!"

Zhou Bingwen was now completely panicked.

"Stop! You're tearing his nerves and muscles; Grandpa's legs will be ruined!"

He turned and yelled at his whole family.

"Call for emergency medical services! Hurry!"

Grandma Zhou was so frightened that she was completely at a loss, and tears were almost in her eyes.

"Mianmian, good child, stop now, we're not going to treat you anymore, we're going to the hospital right away!"

The living room was about to descend into chaos again.

Su Xingmian didn't even raise her head, her voice was soft, yet for some reason everyone's steps froze in place.

"Don't touch him."

Despite the pain, Old Master Zhou scolded his family members with some helplessness.

"Panic... What... Believe... Mianmian... Ah..."

Another painful groan escaped.

Su Xingmian looked at Old Master Zhou.

"Grandpa, just bear with it one last time, it'll be over soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, she put two fingers together and gently gestured with her fingertips above her knee.

Su Xingmian used the white porcelain fruit plate next to her to move the fruit aside and push it under the old man's legs.

"rise!"

puff!puff!

Two faint sounds of skin and flesh tearing open.

Two dark red shrapnel fragments, stained with black blood, burst forth from the body.

"Ding-ling!"

"Ding-ling!"

Two crisp metallic clanging sounds pierced the quiet living room.

The shrapnel hit the white porcelain plate and spun around twice before stopping.

The autumn wind was still blowing outside the window, and no one in the room dared to make a sound.

Two dark purple streaks of blood were flowing from the old man's legs, telling everyone that what had just happened was not a hallucination.

Zhou Bingwen squatted down in a daze, mechanically wrapping his fingers around a bandage to stop his grandfather's bleeding.

Actually, my head is a complete mess; I don't even know what I'm doing.

Grandpa Zhou let out a long breath, looking as if he had become ten years younger.

He scrambled to his feet, bracing himself against the sofa, without even taking his cane.

He walked steadily around the hall twice, his steps swift and agile.

"Alright... old man, your leg is really healed!"

Grandma Zhou covered her mouth and wept with joy.

The guard, Xiao Zhang, who had just run back, dropped his car keys on the ground with a clatter, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Zhou Bangcheng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Fang Lan stared blankly at Su Xingmian, who was calmly wiping her hands, before finally turning to look at her husband.

The same message was written in both of their eyes.

Who exactly is this child?

"Mianmian, you're amazing!"

Fang Lan snapped out of her daze and showered him with praise.

Amidst the rising and falling praises, Zhou Bingwen took a long time to recover.

He put on gloves and used tweezers to pick up the two rusty shrapnel fragments from the plate.

Just like that... a few silver needles, without even a knife, and it was forced out?

Anatomy and neurosurgery are utterly rendered useless in the face of this delicate young girl.

"Second, second sister-in-law... I'm so sorry about what happened just now!"

Zhou Bingwen blushed and didn't know what to do with his hands.

Su Xingmian didn't blame him; after all, concern can cloud judgment.

"It's alright, you bandaged Grandpa very well."

Her voice was still soft and sweet, offering a small comfort.

His ears turned even redder as he stared blankly at the beautiful girl in front of him, his back teeth practically grinding to powder.

An old cow eating young grass!

Second Brother, that old fox, what incredible luck did he have to bring home a living deity for free!

The entire Zhou family was immersed in immense shock and ecstasy.

Zhou Bangcheng originally wanted to go up and praise his daughter-in-law, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the corner of the coffee table.

A mournful wail escaped his throat.

"My clivia?!"