Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The morning after the academy-wide meeting ended hastily.

The atmosphere in the Hongxing Courtyard has undergone a subtle change.

The adults would see Zhang Huaimin again when they went out to empty their spittoons or wash up.

The disdain he used to have in his eyes was gone.

Instead, there was a hint of awe, even a deliberate avoidance.

He could recite national laws and regulations at the age of five.

One sentence could make an old level-eight worker so angry he'd vomit blood.

Two sentences were enough to scare the "God of War" Sha Zhu of the courtyard house so much that he almost wet his pants.

With that kind of intelligence and skill, who would dare to treat him as an orphan who can be manipulated at will?

Even the Jia family, who usually liked to show off in their courtyard, were unusually quiet today.

Jia Zhangshi huddled inside the room, not daring to even open the door.

When Qin Huairu went to the pool to wash diapers, she kept her head down and walked quickly.

Zhang Huaimin was very satisfied with this change.

That's exactly the effect he wanted.

In a place like a compound where beasts congregate, simply playing the victim won't work.

Only by demonstrating strength and fangs that instill fear in the opponent can we succeed.

Only then can we achieve true peace and tranquility.

After breakfast, Zhang Huaimin carried a small stool and swayed as he walked out of the courtyard.

He arrived at the entrance of Nanluoguxiang alley and found a sunny, sheltered spot to sit down.

The winter sun shines warmly on you, making you feel exceptionally comfortable.

Zhang Huaimin closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the system panel in his mind.

He hadn't had a chance to properly digest the rewards he unlocked last night.

"System, extract and integrate 'Thirteen Ghost Needles'."

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

[Ding! Extracting the divine medical technique "Thirteen Ghost Needles"...]

[Fusion begins!]

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and profound flow of information emerged.

It flooded into Zhang Huaimin's mind like a tidal wave.

Those obscure and difficult-to-understand acupoint charts.

The mysterious and unpredictable technique of needle manipulation.

And the experience of bringing the dead back to life accumulated by generations of master Chinese medicine practitioners.

In just a few seconds, it was deeply etched into his memory.

Even more amazing is...

Zhang Huaimin suddenly felt a warm, tingling sensation in his ten fingers.

That's a reshaping of muscle memory.

It was as if he had been holding silver needles and practicing medicine for decades.

With just a needle in hand, all kinds of rare and stubborn diseases in the world can be cured instantly!

Zhang Huaimin slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

In those clear, large eyes, a profound medical insight, possessed only by a grandmaster, flashed.

With this set of divine medical skills.

In this era, he was essentially granted an extra, genuine immunity from death.

After all, this applies to both ordinary people and high-ranking officials.

Who can guarantee they'll never get sick in their lifetime?

Who would dare offend a miracle doctor who can snatch people from the jaws of death?

Just as Zhang Huaimin was carefully comprehending the mysteries of acupuncture.

From the other side of the alley entrance came the voice of Uncle Yan Bugui.

"Hey, Brother Wang, you look great today!"

Yan Bugui had no classes today and was carrying a fishing rod made from a broken bamboo pole.

I was greeting an old man in his sixties, dressed in old silk, facing the door.

The old man's surname was Wang, and he lived in the next alley.

My family used to be quite well-off, and I used to enjoy strolling around the alleyways.

"Old Yan, are you going to the moat to fish for your little catfish again?"

Old Wang stopped walking with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

"What little catfish? I almost caught a two-pound carp yesterday!"

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses and began his usual boasting.

"If the fishing line hadn't been so thin, my third aunt would have been able to make fish soup today."

Old Wang laughed heartily, "You're just bragging. Where would you find something like that in the moat...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Old Wang's laughter stopped abruptly.

His face suddenly turned deathly pale without warning, and then turned bluish-purple.

He clutched his chest tightly with both hands.

A series of heavy, wheezing breaths, like a broken bellows, came from his throat.

"Brother Wang! What's wrong with you?"

Yan Bugui was startled and quickly went over.

However, Old Wang's condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

His eyes began to roll upwards, and his body trembled violently twice.

Then my legs went weak.

With a "thud," it fell straight onto the cold bluestone slab of the alley.

"Oh my god! Someone's dead!"

Yan Bugui was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the broken fishing rod fell to the ground with a "thud".

Although he was a shrewd numbing expert, he was also a cowardly scholar.

He saw someone suddenly collapse in front of him, their eyes rolling back and foaming at the mouth.

His first reaction wasn't to save the person, but to back away in fear, lest he be falsely accused.

"Help! Someone has fainted!"

Yan Bugui, with his hoarse voice, shouted for help at the entrance of the alley.

Several neighbors who were passing by heard the commotion and quickly gathered around.

But seeing Old Man Wang lying on the ground, his face ashen, no one dared to go forward and help him up.

"This...this sounds like an asthma attack that triggered a heart attack!"

A middle-aged man with some knowledge frowned and said.

"This is dangerous, get her to the hospital immediately!"

"Take him to the hospital? There isn't even a tricycle at the entrance of this alley. By the time he gets him to the hospital, it'll be too late!"

Everyone was talking at once, anxiously pacing around, but they were at a loss for what to do.

As Old Wang's breathing became less and less, his exhalation became weaker and weaker.

He was about to take his last breath.

Just then.

A small figure pushed through the crowd and calmly walked to Old Man Wang's side.

It was five-year-old Zhang Huaimin!

"Huaimin, stop messing around, this is no joke!"

When Yan Bugui saw Zhang Huaimin walking over, he quickly called out to stop him.

If he had died in front of Zhang Huaimin, the people in the compound would definitely say that the orphan was the cause of his death.

Zhang Huaimin ignored Yan Bugui.

He squatted down, stretched out his fair little hand, and placed it directly on Old Man Wang's pulse.

The pulse is weak, like a thread about to break.

The heart orifices are blocked, and phlegm obstructs the heart orifices.

These are typical symptoms of acute myocardial infarction complicated by severe asthma!

In this situation, if Western medicine cannot administer electric shocks and inject adrenaline within the golden five minutes...

The patient is certain to die.

But in Zhang Huaimin's eyes, this was nothing more than a minor ailment that nearly brought him to the brink of death.

"System, integrate the spiritual energy of medicine into your fingertips."

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

Immediately, with lightning speed, he pulled out three large sewing needles from his small cloth pocket (which was actually his system space).

There was no other way; he didn't have any silver needles, so he had to make do with this.

But with the blessing of "Thirteen Needles of Ghosts".

Even a splinter can have a life-saving effect.

"You little brat, what are you doing with that needle? Put it down right now!"

When Yan Bugui saw the needle in Zhang Huaimin's hand, he was terrified.

If something bad happens, whose responsibility will it be?

Zhang Huaimin's eyes narrowed, and he hissed, "Shut up!"

This low shout carried an undeniable air of authority from someone in a superior position.

Yan Bugui was so frightened by a five-year-old child that he shrank back and actually shut his mouth.

next second.

Zhang Huaimin made his move.

His movements were as fast as lightning.

The first needle was accurately inserted into Old Man Wang's philtrum acupoint.

With each lift, insertion, and twist, the spiritual energy of medicine flows into the needle tip, instantly stimulating the brain's nerves.

The second needle was inserted into the Tanzhong acupoint on the chest.

It clears the flow of Qi and resolves phlegm blockages in the heart and lungs.

The third acupuncture point: Jiquan (HT1)!

This is the vital point that stimulates the heart's vitality, and it is also the most dangerous yet most effective of the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

Zhang Huaimin flicked his fingers slightly.

The sewing needle was inserted half an inch into the acupoint.

The three needles were applied simultaneously, in the blink of an eye.

The neighbors didn't even see Zhang Huaimin's movements clearly.

All I saw was this five-year-old child sticking three needles into Old Man Wang's body.

"Oh dear! Why are you pricking people like that, child!"

"It's all over, it's completely hopeless now..."

Just as everyone was about to step forward and pull Zhang Huaimin away.

suddenly!

Old Man Wang, who had already stopped breathing and whose face was bluish-purple.

A muffled gurgling sound came from his throat.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Whoosh—!"

It was accompanied by an extremely loud inhalation.

Old Wang, like a drowning man suddenly surfacing, greedily inhaled the fresh air.

The rise and fall of his chest regained its strength.

That face, which had been lifeless, regained its rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"He's...he's alive?!"

Yan Bugui stared wide-eyed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his mouth agape enough to fit a goose egg.

The neighbors around were as if they had seen a ghost, and they all gasped in shock.

How is that possible?

Three sewing needles, a few seconds.

They forcibly pulled back someone who had one foot in the grave.

Zhang Huaimin calmly pulled out three sewing needles.

"Grandpa Wang, you were just experiencing phlegm and irritation."

"When you get back, remember to soak dried tangerine peel and pinellia in water and drink it for three days. That should cure it completely."

Zhang Huaimin spoke in the most childlike voice, using the most sophisticated Chinese medicine terminology.

At this moment, Old Man Wang, who had fully regained consciousness, sat up with the help of others.

Although he had just fainted, he still retained a sliver of consciousness.

He knew that it was this five-year-old prodigy in front of him who had saved his life.

Old Wang was so excited that he trembled all over.

He grabbed Zhang Huaimin's small hand, tears streaming down his face.

"My benefactor! My little deity!"

"If it weren't for you, this old man would be dead right here today!"

Old Wang cried and tried to kowtow to Zhang Huaimin.

Yan Bugui stood to one side.

Looking at five-year-old Zhang Huaimin, who was surrounded by people like a god.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

After confirming that this was not a hallucination.

Yan Bugui didn't even want the broken fishing rod on the ground.

He turned around and ran like a madman toward the Red Star Courtyard.

He ran while shouting in horror.