Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Chen Hongxia's legs twitched slightly, and she hissed, but the slight soreness was nothing compared to the churning pain in her lower abdomen.

The pain in her lower abdomen came in waves, like someone was twisting her abdomen with their hand, twisting and then loosening, then loosening and then twisting again.

The twisting made her feel like her insides were churning, and cold sweat poured out layer by layer, soaking even the back of her clothes.

Zhou Haibing twirled the needle handle, pinching the copper wire-wrapped handle between his fingers, and gently turned it, pausing after a few turns, then turning it a few more times.

The needle trembled slightly under the skin, and a tingling sensation traveled down my calf to my ankle and then to the top of my foot.

He asked Chen Hongxia, "How do you feel?"

Chen Hongxia gritted her teeth and said, "It's sour and bloated."

Zhou Haibing nodded: "That's right."

Then another needle was inserted into the Sanyinjiao acupoint on the other leg.

Then he asked Chen Hongxia to turn over. Chen Hongxia turned over very slowly, as if every movement was pulling at the pain in her lower abdomen.

The old woman held her shoulders, and Chen Hongbo supported her back from behind. Together, the two of them turned her over and made her lie face down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Zhou Haibing inserted two needles into the Ciliao and Mingmen acupoints on her lower back. When the needles pierced her skin, Chen Hongxia's back tensed up for a moment, then relaxed.

Finally, a needle was inserted into the Guanyuan and Zhongji acupoints below the navel, with the needle tip inserted obliquely into the skin and the needle handle pointing upwards, trembling slightly with Chen Hongxia's breathing.

As she breathed, her belly rose and fell, and the two needles rose and fell with it, like two tiny silver flags swaying gently in the wind.

A total of eight needles were inserted.

Every time he inserted a needle, he would ask, "How does it feel?" Chen Hongxia said it felt sore, swollen, and numb, and he would nod and say, "That's right."

Sometimes Chen Hongxia would say, "It hurts a little," and he would pull the needle out a little and then put it back in, his movements light and steady, as if afraid of startling some living thing.

After giving the last injection, he pulled a corner of the blanket over Chen Hongxia's exposed stomach, tucking the corner in tightly to prevent any draft from getting in.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and twisted the needle every few minutes to adjust the sensation.

When he twisted the needle, his fingers turned very slowly, making circles, while his eyes were fixed on Chen Hongxia's back, as if he were observing some delicate work.

Chen Hongxia was still groaning at first, her forehead covered in cold sweat, beads of sweat running down her temples and dripping onto the pillow, leaving a small dark stain.

Her humming was soft, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat, muffled and heavy, one hum after another, making one's heart tighten.

But after about five or six minutes, the frequency of her humming gradually slowed down.

A few minutes later, her tense body began to relax little by little, her curled-up legs slowly stretched out a bit, and the hand pressing on her lower abdomen also loosened.

She opened her eyes, and the pain in them had noticeably lessened. Although her lips were still pale, they were no longer clenched so tightly.

"How does it feel?" Zhou Haibing asked her while fiddling with the needle.

Chen Hongxia closed her eyes and sensed it for a moment, her voice weak but carrying a clear sense of relief:

"It seems...not so painful anymore."

It was a sharp, throbbing pain a moment ago, but now it's just a dull, aching ache that I can bear.

Zhou Haibing nodded and continued to twist the needle.

He didn't speak while twisting the needle, his eyes were on the handle, and his fingers moved evenly and slowly.

The old woman sat beside her, clutching a handkerchief, her eyes fixed on her daughter's face. When she saw her daughter's brows relax, her own brows relaxed as well.

Chen Hongbo stood by the kang (a heated brick bed), unsure of what to do with his hands. He put them in his pockets for a while, then took them out again. Finally, he simply put them behind his back, paced back and forth a couple of times, and then stopped.

About ten minutes later, Zhou Haibing removed the needles one by one, wiped them clean with alcohol swabs, and put them back into the cloth bag.

When removing the needles, he would press and rub the puncture site with an alcohol swab after each needle was removed to prevent bleeding.

Chen Hongxia rolled over and lay flat on her back, reaching out to touch her lower abdomen, a look of surprise and delight appearing on her face:

"It doesn't hurt anymore? It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

She sat up abruptly, moving with surprising agility, a stark contrast to her earlier state of being unable to turn over due to pain.

Although her face was still pale and her lips were almost bloodless, the excruciating pain had completely subsided.

She looked up at Zhou Haibing, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration:

"Dr. Zhou, you're amazing! I felt like I was going to die from the pain just now, but after a few needles you were fine."

Seeing her daughter's complexion improve, the old woman finally felt relieved and tugged at Zhou Haibing's sleeve, thanking him repeatedly.

"Dr. Zhou, thank you, thank you! Hongxia has been in pain since midnight, and no matter how I try to comfort her, it's no use. She keeps banging her head against the wall because of the pain."

Your arrival is a blessing; you're like a celestial being descended to earth.

Chen Hongbo also breathed a sigh of relief, standing to the side rubbing his hands, his face showing an expression of not knowing how to thank him.

His lips moved, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "Dr. Zhou, would you like some water? I'll pour you a bowl."

Zhou Haibing waved his hand: "No need."

He carefully put away the silver needles, retied the four corners of the cloth bag, and placed it back in the medicine box.

There were several scratches on the wooden surface of the medicine box, which he had made while collecting herbs in the mountains. Some black mud was embedded in the scratches, but he didn't wipe them off and just left them there.

Then he took out a brown paper package from the medicine box. The package was folded into a square, with the four corners folded inwards, making it neat and tidy.

Inside were several Chinese medicinal herbs that he had taken from Shennong Space while the Chen family's attention was focused on Chen Hongxia.

He opened the paper package, inside were coarsely ground medicinal herbs, dark brown in color, with a warm and spicy medicinal aroma.

The coarse crumbs contained the downy hairs of mugwort leaves, fragments of cyperus rhizome, small pieces of corydalis rhizome, and a few thinly sliced ​​pieces of angelica root.

He picked up the paper package and said to the old woman:

"This is a prescription. It should be decocted over two days, three times a day, and one bowl should be taken each morning, noon and evening."

Boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and drink it warm before meals.

This medicine warms the meridians, dispels cold, and promotes blood circulation. It can expel the cold from the uterus, and the pain will subside.

The old woman took the medicine packet with both hands and carefully held it in her arms, as if she were holding some precious treasure.

She repeatedly said she had remembered, she had remembered, and then turned to Chen Hongxia and said:

"Hongxia, did you hear that? Dr. Zhou said that once you finish this medicine, you won't feel any more pain."

Chen Hongxia sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), nodded, her expression a mixture of surprise, joy, and disbelief:

"Will it really not hurt anymore?"

Zhou Haibing said, "As long as you eat on time, avoid getting cold, and don't eat raw or cold foods, it won't happen again."