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Seeing that the grandfather and grandson didn't believe in superstition, Ye Heng said helplessly:

"As you should know, Grandpa Su was seriously ill some time ago, but suddenly recovered."

"I know."

Gong Jin nodded; of course he knew about this.

Su Changhong was critically ill at the time and was about to pass away. He almost went to buy a coffin for his friend.

But overnight, he seemed to have been reborn.

Not only did he not show any signs of being seriously ill, but he also seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

He could only marvel at how much better Doctor Lu's medical skills had become; he could even pull someone back from the brink of death.

"Then do you know who saved Grandpa Su?"

"Isn't it Doctor Lu?" Gong Jin asked back, not knowing what Ye Heng meant by asking this question.

Ye Heng shook his head, indicating his denial.

Gong Yichu said irritably, "If it wasn't Doctor Lu who saved her, who else could it be? You, of course!"

"That's right, it's me." Ye Heng said frankly.

If Gong Jin weren't Su Changhong's friend, he wouldn't have bothered saying all this.

"You're shameless! You want to claim all the credit for Doctor Lu's work as your own," Gong Yichu said.

"Words are useless. I can cure your illness; I guarantee it will be cured instantly."

Here we go again, here we go again, it's the same old routine!

Grandpa always looks like this when he gets scammed.

"I think you're just trying to scam my grandfather out of his money!"

"Scam money? Why would I scam your grandfather's money? I treat patients for free, it all depends on my mood."

At this point, Gong Jin ultimately chose to believe Ye Heng.

He believed that given Su Changhong's character and financial resources, he wouldn't stoop so low as to cheat him out of this small amount of money.

Most importantly, what Ye Heng said really matched his symptoms!

"Yi Chu, Ye Heng recognized my symptoms every night at a glance. I believe he is truly capable."

"Fine... then let you try. If I find out you're a liar, I'm not going to let you go!"

Gong Yichu clenched her little fist and waved it in front of Ye Heng.

"Mr. Gong, please take off your shirt," Ye Heng said.

After Gong Jin took off his thin shirt, his gaunt body was revealed.

His chest was somewhat emaciated due to age and illness, with loose skin covering the clear outline of his ribs, dull and lacking healthy color and elasticity.

There were some dark brown spots scattered on the skin of his chest.

These spots are irregular in size and shape, and at first glance, they are quite similar to the age spots commonly seen on elderly people, with a dark color.

However, upon closer inspection, one can detect some differences: the brown color of these spots seems to be more turbid, and the spread of the edges is slightly blurred, unlike the relatively clear and dry marks of age spots.

Ye Heng frowned and said, "It's more serious than I imagined."

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and took out a silver needle from his storage ring, pretending that he had put it in his pocket before.

In front of ordinary people, it's best not to display any extraordinary abilities.

Ye Heng picked up a slender silver needle with his fingertips, which gleamed with a faint golden light under the lamp.

With a focused expression, he said to Gong Jin, "Master Gong, please relax. You may feel a slight warmth during the acupuncture, which is a normal reaction."

Gong Jin nodded and closed her eyes.

Ye Heng held his wrist steadily, and the first needle accurately landed on the Tanzhong acupoint in the center of his chest.

The needle penetrated three-tenths of an inch, and a gentle flow of heat quietly seeped in.

Gong Yichu, who had been staring intently at Ye Heng's hand, couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation.

She noticed that a dark brown spot on her grandfather's chest was slowly fading away, starting from the tip of a needle.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Heng moved the needles swiftly, inserting the second and third needles into the Tian Tu and Hua Gai acupoints in succession.

As the silver needle trembled slightly, a faint golden light seemed to flow along it.

That's right, this is the same Golden Needle used on Su Changhong before.

Gong Jin's body trembled slightly, and he felt the cold and stagnant feeling that had accumulated in his chest for many years gradually dissipate like snow melting in the spring sun, and his breathing became smoother.

After the nine needles were inserted, forming a small needle array, the turbid brown spots on Gong Jin's chest visibly lightened and shrank.

What Gong Yichu found most unbelievable was that her grandfather's pale and loose skin had regained some moisture, as if withered trees had been blessed with rain.

Ye Heng held his breath and focused his mind, then flicked the end of one of the needles with his finger.

The nine needles hummed in unison, causing Gong Jin to tremble. She suddenly opened her mouth and exhaled a small wisp of dark gray, turbid air. Then, all the spots vanished, leaving only a healthy complexion.

"That's enough." Ye Heng raised his hand to put away the needle, his movements fluid and graceful.

Gong Jin opened her eyes, instinctively touching her chest, her eyes filled with surprise: "This... my chest doesn't feel stuffy anymore, my whole body feels so light!"

Gong Yichu stood there, looking at his grandfather and then at Ye Heng.

"It actually cured you! You weren't lying before!"

As soon as she said that, she immediately realized, could it be that what he said before was all true?

Was it really him who saved Grandpa Su Changhong?

Ye Heng retrieved all the silver needles and said, "Of course I wouldn't lie."

Gong Jin couldn't wait to stand up and stretch his shoulders and chest.

The skin, which had been dry and loose, regained some elasticity, and even the back, which had been hunched over for years, straightened up a bit.

He excitedly grasped Ye Heng's hand, even changing his form of address: "Young friend Ye, this...this is amazing! I feel so light now, as if a thousand-pound burden has been lifted from my body. Thank you so much for saving me!"

Gong Yichu witnessed it all clearly. Her grandfather's change completely dispelled her doubts, and her eyes were filled with shock and apology.

She lowered her head awkwardly: "Um... I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before."

Ye Heng waved his hand, about to say something, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

A young man in his early twenties pushed open the door and entered. He was wearing a dark blue suit and his slicked-back hair was neatly combed.

When she came in, she was carefully carrying two things in her hands.

"Oh, it's Xiao Ji."

"Ji Yun Shen, what brings you here?" Gong Yi Chu asked, frowning.

This is his college classmate, who is pursuing her. He doesn't know how he got the address of his grandfather's teahouse.

They come over every few days to fawn over you.

She didn't have any ill will towards this person, but she also didn't feel any affection for him.

"Mr. Gong, I heard that you like landscape paintings, so I specially went to find a landscape painting from the Ming Dynasty, as well as a top-quality Hetian jade bracelet."

Ji Yun Shen smiled.

Then he unwrapped the exquisite silk brocade that was wrapped around the item in his hand.

"Xiao Ji, you're so thoughtful, but how can I accept this?"

"A fine object like this needs the right person to belong to. If it doesn't find the right owner, wouldn't it be like a pearl being wasted? Grandpa Gong, you are the perfect owner for this painting!"

One sentence made Mr. Gong feel quite flattered.

He knew he shouldn't accept it, but he was really itching to.

If I didn't love antiques, how could I have been fooled so many times?

"Okay, let me see. If I like it, I'll buy it back at market price!"

"Alright, then let Elder Gong take a look first."

Ji Yun Shen didn't say anything foolish like giving it away for free. Being able to deliver the item to someone was already a small favor, and not accepting the money would be too deliberate and not very nice.