Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

On a winter night, the cold wind at the alley entrance felt like knives scraping against your face.

Ran Qiuye stopped and looked down at the five-year-old child who was tugging at her clothes and had clear eyes.

This child possesses an indescribable composure and intelligence, and his eyes seem to see right through people's hearts.

"The real Uncle Silly Zhu?"

Ran Qiuye frowned slightly, the image of Sha Zhu beating Yan Bugui with a fierce and menacing look flashing through her mind.

"Little brother, what's your name? Do you live in this courtyard too?"

"Sister Ran, my name is Zhang Huaimin, and I live in the east wing of the front yard."

Zhang Huaimin answered in a childish voice, while skillfully taking Ran Qiuye's hand.

"It's cold outside, Sister Ran, why don't you come to my house and warm up? I have something good to show you."

Before Ran Qiuye could refuse, Zhang Huaimin had already pulled her back.

The front yard at this time.

The three women were still throwing a tantrum on the ground, yelling that they would call the police.

Yan Bugui, his face swollen like a pig's head, sat on the steps sighing and not daring to utter a sound.

As for Sha Zhu, he was carrying the piece of cured meat covered in dust, walking dejectedly towards the central courtyard.

From behind, it looked like a defeated rooster.

"Uncle Pillar!"

Zhang Huaimin's clear voice rang out in the courtyard.

Sha Zhu paused, then turned around.

When he saw the person Zhang Huaimin was holding hands with, he froze instantly.

"Ran...Teacher Ran?"

Sha Zhu's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a lifeline in despair.

He hurriedly hid the greasy piece of cured meat behind his back and vigorously rubbed his dusty hands on his clothes.

His face flushed red with excitement and nervousness, and he stammered, unsure of what to say.

"You...you didn't leave..."

Ran Qiuye looked at Sha Zhu's helpless and silly appearance.

He was completely different from the ruthless and violent man who had just attacked people.

The disgust in her eyes lessened somewhat, but her tone remained indifferent.

"Huaimin brought me back. I... I just came to his house for a visit."

"Okay, okay!"

Sha Zhu nodded repeatedly, standing there like a wooden stake, wanting to follow but not daring to.

Seeing his spineless appearance, Zhang Huaimin couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

"Uncle Zhu, come in too. My stove is burning brightly."

Zhang Huaimin pushed open the wooden door of the east wing and invited Ran Qiuye inside.

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

He quickly grabbed the cured meat and followed them inside, standing awkwardly by the door like a schoolboy who had done something wrong.

Upon entering the house.

Ran Qiuye felt a wave of heat wash over her, mixed with a faint, refreshing fragrance.

The room was simply furnished.

But every corner was spotless, and the items were arranged in an orderly manner.

This doesn't look like the house where a five-year-old orphan lives.

This environment is even cleaner and tidier than her own dormitory, which is also hers as a teacher.

"Sister Ran, please sit down."

Zhang Huaimin moved a chair over and invited Ran Qiuye to sit down.

Ran Qiuye took off her scarf, and with the help of the bright light, she finally saw Zhang Huaimin's appearance clearly.

This child is exquisitely beautiful, with delicate features and an undeniable air of intelligence and charm.

For some reason, Ran Qiuye felt a natural sense of closeness when she saw this child.

However, Zhang Huaimin did not rush to chat with her.

He stood in front of Ran Qiuye, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The traditional Chinese medicine diagnostic technique of observation, which is included with "The Thirteen Needles of Ghosts," operates automatically.

Just one glance.

Zhang Huaimin noticed something was wrong with Ran Qiuye's body.

Although she had a gentle demeanor, her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were slightly purple.

His breathing was slightly short and labored, almost imperceptible.

Even more obvious is...

Although she was wearing trousers today, her calves were noticeably swollen, and the trouser legs were very tight.

"Sister Ran, do you often feel chest tightness and shortness of breath at school?"

Zhang Huaimin suddenly spoke, his voice youthful yet carrying a hint of certainty.

"Especially after class, do your calves feel sore, numb, and heavy, like they're filled with lead?"

Ran Qiuye was stunned.

She looked at the five-year-old child in front of her in surprise.

"Huaimin, how...how did you know?"

Ran Qiuye does indeed have these flaws.

Because of years of standing while teaching, she developed severe myocardial ischemia and varicose veins.

I've been to the hospital several times, and the doctors all say it's an occupational disease that can only be managed through rest and recuperation; there's no good way to cure it completely.

This illness has tormented her for several years, and the pain is particularly severe in winter.

Zhang Huaimin did not answer her, but instead took out the rolled-up sheepskin acupuncture kit from his pocket.

With a "whoosh," it unfolds.

Inside, a set of specially made gold needles, gleaming with a cold light, were neatly inserted!

This is an upgraded medical device that the system just unlocked based on his improved medical skills.

"Sister Ran, my grandfather used to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and he taught me a few special skills."

"Your illness is caused by stagnation of qi and blood, and blockage of the meridians."

"I'll give you two acupuncture needles, I guarantee you'll feel better right away."

As he spoke, Zhang Huaimin picked up the finest gold needle from his needle case.

Ran Qiuye was startled and instinctively tried to back away.

"Huaimin, this is unacceptable! You're still a child, how can you give yourself needles like this?"

The silly pillar next to him was also stunned.

Although he had heard about Zhang Huaimin curing Wang Da Niang's grandson.

But he always thought it was just a lucky coincidence that the child was born, and never imagined that Zhang Huaimin was actually a skilled doctor.

"Brother Huaimin, stop messing around! If this gets messed up, it could kill someone!" Shazhu said anxiously, wringing his hands.

"Uncle Zhu, shut up."

Zhang Huaimin gave Sha Zhu a cold glance, and the authority in his eyes made Sha Zhu shut his mouth instantly.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Ran Qiuye, whose face was full of panic, and his tone became extremely gentle.

"Sister Ran, do you believe me?"

"If this injection doesn't work, you should call the police and have me arrested right now."

Looking into Zhang Huaimin's clear, water-like eyes, which radiated boundless confidence.

Ran Qiuye's panic subsided miraculously.

She inexplicably stretched out her right hand.

"Okay... I believe you."

Zhang Huaimin smiled slightly.

He held Ran Qiuye's wrist with his left hand and picked up the gold needle with his right.

Hold your breath.

"Whoosh!"

A golden light flashed.

With incredible speed and precision, the golden needle instantly pierced the "Jiquan" acupoint on the inside of Ran Qiuye's wrist!

This needle went straight through the pericardium meridian.

Ran Qiuye didn't even feel the pain, she just felt a slight numbness in her arm.

Followed by.

Zhang Huaimin flicked the end of the gold needle with his finger.

"Buzz—"

The gold needle emitted an extremely slight vibrating sound.

A warm current of air, like rain after a long drought.

Following Ran Qiuye's wrist, it struck straight at her heart with overwhelming force!

"Well……"

Ran Qiuye couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

The current of energy swirled and dissipated in her heart.

The suffocating and oppressive feeling that had accumulated in her chest over the years was like a thick fog being dispersed by the sunlight.

In just a few seconds, it vanished without a trace!

Her breathing became smoother and deeper than ever before.

Even more amazing is...

The warm current flowed down her meridians and into her sore calves.

The previously tense muscles instantly relaxed, and the heavy feeling, as if filled with lead, disappeared.

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

Less than three minutes.

Zhang Huaimin pulled out the golden needle.

Ran Qiuye stood up and tried to take a few steps.

My legs felt incredibly light, and my chest felt so full it felt like it could hold the whole world.

She stared in shock at her wrist, then at the five-year-old boy in front of her who was putting the gold needles back into his sheepskin bag.

This is simply a miracle!

It was a stubborn ailment that had plagued her for years, and even experts at major hospitals were helpless to cure it.

A five-year-old child, with just one needle and three minutes, completely cured him?!

If she hadn't experienced it herself, she would never have believed it.

"A child prodigy... truly a child prodigy reborn!"

Ran Qiuye's eyes welled up with tears of excitement.

She suddenly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhang Huaimin.

"Huaimin, thank you! You're my savior!"

Zhang Huaimin quickly helped Ran Qiuye up, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Sister Ran, don't be so polite, it was nothing at all."

"Actually, the reason I brought you here today is to let you know."

Zhang Huaimin changed the subject, his gaze falling on Sha Zhu, who was standing to the side, completely dumbfounded.

"Although Uncle Zhu has a straightforward temper, he is a good person."

"He helped that widow before because he was kind-hearted and felt sorry for her and her orphan."

"He has absolutely never done anything immoral or immoral."

"He hit Uncle San today because Uncle San is too wicked, deliberately smearing him and ruining your blind date."

Zhang Huaimin's words were clear, logical, and well-founded.

This not only cleared Sha Zhu of suspicion regarding "moral issues".

They even portrayed Sha Zhu's beating as an honest man's desperate act of resistance.

This completely overturned Ran Qiuye's stereotypical impression of Sha Zhu.

Ran Qiuye turned her head and looked at Sha Zhu standing by the door again.

Looking at his face, flushed with nervousness, and his clear eyes, devoid of any evil intent.

Ran Qiuye suddenly felt that this man was not as bad as Yan Bugui had described.

On the contrary, his honesty and straightforwardness were especially rare in this scheming courtyard.

"Comrade He, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before."

Ran Qiuye took the initiative to walk up to Sha Zhu, her tone carrying a hint of apology and gentleness.

"I listened to Teacher Yan's slander and wrongly accused you of being a bad person."

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands.

He quickly took out the piece of cured meat that he had hidden behind his back.

"Teacher Ran, please don't say that! I was too impulsive and scared you."

"This piece of meat... was originally intended for Teacher Yan to help with matchmaking, but he pocketed it."

Sha Zhu blushed and handed over the piece of cured meat that was covered in dust.

"If... if you find me too rough, that's what you're looking for."

"Take this piece of meat back with you; consider it my apology."

Looking at Sha Zhu's simple and adorable appearance.

Ran Qiuye couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Two blushes rose on her fair face, like plum blossoms blooming in the cold winter.

She didn't go to take the piece of cured meat.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it clearly reached Sha Zhu's ears.

"Comrade He, you can keep this meat for yourself."

"If...if you're free tomorrow."

"We... can go to the old teahouse again."

Upon hearing this...

Sha Zhu felt a "boom" in his mind, as if countless fireworks were exploding at the same time.

He felt like he was floating on air, grinning from ear to ear.

At this time.

In the crack of the window opposite the east wing.

Yu Li was watching everything happening in the front yard intently.