Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Zhang Huaimin's casual sigh sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard.

Xu Damao shuddered.

He stared intently into Zhang Huaimin's calm, still eyes, a chill he had never felt before rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Could it be... that this little brat really did it?!

"You...you..."

Xu Damao pointed at Zhang Huaimin, his lips trembling, but he dared not utter the question.

If it really was Zhang Huaimin who did it, the method is too bizarre, it's practically the legendary sorcery!

How could a projectionist like him possibly fight against this little monster who knows "evil magic" and has the backing of the local street office?

Zhang Huaimin ignored Xu Damao's fear.

He shook his head, turned around, and leisurely returned to the east wing.

Dealing with a villain like Xu Damao by depriving him of his most cherished fertility would be a hundred times more painful than killing him outright.

This is what happens when you provoke him.

Early the next morning.

Director Wang from the neighborhood office came again.

Today, she is going to personally take Zhang Huaimin to the Hongxing Police Station.

Registering orphans of martyrs into separate households and implementing relevant special protection policies.

"Huaimin, have you brought everything?"

Today, Director Wang changed into a clean blue Zhongshan suit, and his eyes were full of affection as he looked at Zhang Huaimin.

"You've brought everything, Grandma Wang."

Zhang Huaimin patted the small military satchel slung across his body obediently.

Inside were the household registration booklet, the martyr's certificate, and the gleaming "Special Grade Health Certificate" that I got from the hospital yesterday.

Of course, besides these, he also had a set of specially made silver needles that the sign-in system had given him yesterday hidden in his small cloth bag.

The two left the courtyard house, got into a tricycle provided by the neighborhood committee, and headed straight for the Hongxing Police Station.

The police station is not far from Nanluoguxiang; it only takes about ten minutes to get there.

Upon entering the courtyard, the atmosphere felt somewhat off.

Several uniformed police officers were running around the lobby looking flustered.

"Quick! Go and urge Dr. Li from the health center why he hasn't arrived yet!"

"Director Zhou's old injury has flared up again; the pain is so bad he's almost going into shock!"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's expression changed.

Director Zhou is an old revolutionary. He was hit by shrapnel in the back during the war. Although it was removed, it left him with serious health problems.

On rainy days or when I'm overworked, the pain is excruciating.

"Let's go in and see Old Zhou!"

Director Wang, disregarding the household registration process, quickly pulled Zhang Huaimin into the director's office.

Upon entering.

I saw a burly, middle-aged man with a resolute face, curled up in an office chair in pain.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of cold sweat dripped down his face.

His hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Even in such excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single groan.

This tough guy is Zhou Jianguo, the director of Hongxing Police Station.

Nearby, a young resident doctor wearing glasses was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Holding a stethoscope, yet completely helpless.

"Chief Zhou's injury is a long-standing ailment; the blood clots are pressing on his nerves!"

"Regular painkillers are useless; we can only wait for Dr. Li to come and give us a nerve block injection!" the young doctor explained anxiously.

Director Wang was so anxious seeing Zhou Jianguo's pained expression that he kept stamping his feet.

"Oh dear, Old Zhou, with that temper of yours, how can you endure such pain like this!"

Just when everyone was at a loss and anxiously waiting for the health center experts.

A youthful yet incredibly steady voice suddenly rang out in the office.

"Grandma Wang, he can't wait for the injection."

"If we wait another ten minutes, the blood clot will completely block the spinal nerves, and he'll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life."

These words were spoken.

Everyone in the office was stunned.

Who is speaking?!

Following the sound, everyone's eyes fell on the five-and-a-half-year-old toddler next to Director Wang.

The young doctor frowned: "Director Wang, who is this child? This isn't a place for fooling around!"

Director Wang knew that Zhang Huaimin was intelligent.

But treating and saving lives is no joke, so she quickly tugged at Zhang Huaimin's sleeve.

"Huaimin, don't talk nonsense. This is Grandpa Zhou from the police station."

Zhang Huaimin did not back down.

He stepped forward, facing the questioning gazes of the crowd.

Her little hand reached into her crossbody bag and pulled out a delicate sheepskin acupuncture kit.

With a "whoosh," it unfolds.

Inside, there were neatly arranged specially made silver needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold light!

"Grandma Wang, yesterday at the hospital, Dr. Li said I was a once-in-a-century medical genius and taught me a few of our family's traditional acupuncture techniques."

Without batting an eye, Zhang Huaimin told a lie, shifting the blame to the old Chinese medicine doctor who had gone mad the day before.

"Grandpa Zhou's illness is caused by a blockage in the Du meridian, resulting in the reverse flow of Qi and blood."

"I have a way to make his pain stop immediately."

Zhang Huaimin spoke with certainty, his eyes radiating an irresistible confidence.

The young doctor scoffed, "Nonsense! Did Dr. Li teach you that yesterday? You're only five years old, what do you know about acupoints?"

"If something bad happens, can you take responsibility?"

Zhou Jianguo finally caught his breath.

He barely opened his eyes and looked at the little boy in front of him who was holding silver needles and had a serious expression on his face.

Then I looked at the bulging military satchel on his chest.

I don't know why.

The child's calm and composed demeanor instilled in this battle-hardened veteran a strange sense of trust in him.

"Let him...let him try."

Zhou Jianguo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"We're desperate... we might as well try anything..."

Anyway, he's in so much pain right now that he'd rather pull out a gun and kill himself, so the injection won't really help.

Why not let the child try? At worst, he'll die.

"Old Zhou! Are you crazy?!" Director Wang exclaimed in shock.

But Zhou Jianguo, brooking no argument, lay face down on the desk and unbuttoned the back of his shirt.

Zhang Huaimin ignored the exclamations of the others.

He walked up to Zhou Jianguo, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly focused.

"System, integrate 'God-level Acupuncture Power'!"

[Ding! Divine acupuncture power has been loaded!]

Zhang Huaimin pulled out the three longest silver needles from the sheepskin bag.

His technique was extremely unique; instead of pinching it with his fingers, he held the silver needle between his fingers.

"Grandpa Zhou, it feels a little bloated, please bear with it."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Huaimin moved his hand!

His movements were as fast as lightning, leaving an afterimage in mid-air.

The first needle was accurately inserted into the "Lingtai" acupoint on Zhou Jianguo's back.

The second acupuncture point is the "Shendao" point.

The third acupuncture point is "Zhiyang".

The three needles are inserted simultaneously, arranged in a triangular pattern.

It penetrated the skin to a depth of three inches!

His accuracy in identifying acupoints and the stability of his force were even more skillful than those of veteran Chinese medicine practitioners who had been practicing for decades!

The young doctor watched from the side, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

This is not the kind of needlework a five-year-old child could use.

This is simply a textbook example of genius!

The moment the three needles were inserted.

Zhang Huaimin flicked the needle tip lightly with his fingertip.

"Buzz—"

The three silver needles emitted a high-frequency vibration, and a faint glimmer of light even flashed at their ends.

The medical energy flowed along the silver needles, rushing into Zhou Jianguo's Du meridian with unstoppable force.

"Hmm!"

Zhou Jianguo grunted.

Followed by.

To everyone's astonishment.

A thick, black pool of blood, emitting a pungent, foul odor.

Surprisingly, it slowly overflowed from the holes of the three silver needles!

The drops fell onto the white paper on the desk, a shocking sight.

As the stagnant blood is discharged.

Zhou Jianguo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His originally pale face quickly regained its rosy hue.

"call--"

Zhou Jianguo let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge stone that had been weighing on his chest for ten years had suddenly been removed.

That excruciating pain that tormented him for countless days and nights.

In that instant, it vanished without a trace!

He could even feel a warm current flowing down his back, so comfortable that he wanted to groan.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The young doctor took two steps back, looking at Zhang Huaimin as if he were a god.

This is a long-standing problem that even experts at the health center are helpless to solve!

He was cured by a five-year-old child with just three silver needles in a few minutes?!

Director Wang was also dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

Zhang Huaimin calmly removed the silver needles and wiped them clean with an alcohol swab.

"Grandpa Zhou, the blood clots have been completely drained."

"Your back will never hurt again on rainy days."

Zhang Huaimin put the sheepskin bag back into his shoulder bag, speaking as casually as if he had done something insignificant.

Zhou Jianguo got up from his desk.

He moved his shoulders and found that he felt no pain at all; instead, he felt full of energy.

He looked at the little prodigy who was only as tall as his thigh and trembled with excitement.

Suddenly, he stretched out his large, broad hands and firmly grasped Zhang Huaimin's small hand.

"A miracle doctor! He's practically a living god!"

Zhou Jianguo's voice was loud and clear, and his eyes were even a little red.

"Huaimin, is that right? From today onwards!"

"You are my great benefactor, Zhou Jianguo!"