Old Wu rose immediately as he saw Zhang Yang enter the living room. He knew Zhang Yang was here to administer the vital spirit medicine to his granddaughter today.

While he didn't fully grasp the intricacies of spirit medicine, he understood this particular draught was no simple matter. That was why he had given away the house the day before; he needed peace of mind to fully accept Zhang Yang’s treatment.

“Doctor Zhang, would you like to rest a moment first?” Old Wu approached with a greeting. Wu Yan, meanwhile, had gone off to play with Little Lightning, with Wuying following close behind.

Seeing the little girl only cuddle Lightning and ignore it, Wuying began to whine insistently. Wuying was also covered in pristine white fur, and Wu Yan seemed a little afraid of it at first, but eventually, she allowed the creature to climb onto her lap.

The two little ones started their playful commotion again. “No need to rest; let’s begin.

The sooner the better today!” Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. The needlework wasn't the focus today; taking the medicine was the crucial part.

Zhang Yang needed to maximize the spirit medicine’s effect to alleviate her condition as much as possible. As for a complete cure, the current Immortal Fruit Pill wasn't capable of that yet—her illness was too severe.

There remained hope if better spirit medicines became available in the future. “Good, Yan Yan, come here!” Old Wu nodded with a smile and called to Wu Yan.

The little girl seemed reluctant to part with Lightning, setting the pet down with some hesitation before running over. She understood that attending to her health was the most important thing for her right now.

Zhang Yang smiled at her too, saying, “Yan Yan, don’t worry. After today, you won’t need so many needles anymore; just taking the medicine will suffice!” “I know, I’m not afraid of needles.

Brother Zhang Yang’s needles feel different from others; they feel quite comfortable!” The little girl nodded, and the smile on Zhang Yang’s face broadened. With his technique, inserting the needles would never cause pain.

His grandfather had started teaching him acupuncture when he was six; he had ruined several training models alone. Having built such a solid foundation from childhood allowed him to later shine and establish his own renown.

He had inherited all of this. Although he was only twenty years old now, his experience spanned over thirty years—a treasure brought over from his previous life.

Extracting the silver needles, Zhang Yang slowly began his preparations. Wu Yan was already sitting obediently.

In truth, she loved when Zhang Yang needled her, savoring the sensation of a warm current flowing inside her body. On her head and neck, Zhang Yang swiftly inserted all the needles.

Wu Yan rested her head back on the chair and drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, Zhang Yang’s internal energy continuously flowed through her body, conditioning it into optimal shape.

Today’s session was a bit longer than usual because of the medicine; it differed from the routine. After finishing all the needling, Zhang Yang let out a long sigh of relief.

He sat down not far from Wu Yan and pulled out a Millennium Ginseng Pellet, popping it directly into his mouth. Today’s expenditure was greater than normal, and a huge drain was coming soon; he had to keep his internal energy at its peak state.

The Millennium Ginseng Pellet was not something to skimp on at this moment. Old Wu slowly walked over from a distance.

Seeing Zhang Yang meditating quietly, he did not disturb him. Lightning and Wuying also trotted over and sat beside Zhang Yang, looking as if they were guarding him during his practice.

After about half an hour, Zhang Yang opened his eyes, a faint flush still coloring his cheeks. The Millennium Ginseng Pellet’s effect wasn't what it used to be, but it wasn't without benefit.

His absorption speed had increased, and he had completely replenished the internal energy expended in those thirty minutes. “Doctor Zhang, how are you?” Seeing Zhang Yang wake up, Old Wu rushed forward to ask.

His mood was also quite tense. The final treatment outcome for Wu Yan depended on today.

“I’m fine; we can start!” Zhang Yang stood up, shook his head lightly, and walked directly to Wu Yan’s side, lightly tapping the needle on the top of her head. Moments later, Wu Yan opened her eyes, looking at them with slight confusion—a normal sign of waking up.

From his canvas bag, Zhang Yang took out the box containing the Immortal Fruit Pill. As soon as the box appeared, Lightning and Wuying both jumped up, their eyes fixed straight on Zhang Yang’s hand.

Zhang Yang gently opened the box, and a pure, mellow medicinal fragrance immediately diffused outwards. Old Wu looked at the pill in the box, his face etched with deep shock.

He had never smelled such a medicinal aroma in his entire life; just inhaling the scent was invigorating, suggesting the medicine's profound efficacy. Only now did he finally understand why Zhang Yang had been so cautious, preparing for several days before administering the pill to Wu Yan.

He finally grasped the true meaning of the term "spirit medicine." Before, he thought he had a good idea of what spirit medicine implied, but seeing it in person, he realized his prior imagining fell far short. This was spirit medicine.

In Old Wu’s heart, it was nothing less than a divine remedy. In all his years, among all the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners he had known, none possessed medicine with such an aroma, nor one that conferred such an immediate, refreshing clarity of mind.

The appearance of this pill gave him immense confidence. He began to genuinely believe Zhang Yang’s words, convinced that he could truly save his granddaughter and allow her to grow up happy.

“Chirp chirp chirp!” “Chirp chirp chirp!” As soon as the Immortal Fruit Pill was revealed, the two little creatures also cried out. However, this time they did not beg for it.

They seemed to understand that this spirit medicine was not for them; it was for healing the sick. “Yan Yan, swallow it now!” Zhang Yang presented the pill to Wu Yan and said softly.

This intense medicinal aroma completely restored Wu Yan’s spirit. Holding the medicine before her, she felt an uncontrollable surge of appetite.

Wu Yan nodded, took the pill from Zhang Yang’s hand, and placed it directly into her mouth. She chewed it a few times lightly, and the entire pill was swallowed.

Soon, her face flushed a deep red, and her expression seemed to register a hint of pain. Old Wu immediately grew tense; Wu Yan’s appearance was alarming.

“It’s fine; this is a normal reaction. The main ingredient of this spirit medicine is the Tri-Color Fruit.

The Tri-Color Fruit yields three fruits, one ripening every five hundred years, requiring fifteen hundred years to fully mature. Once ripe, it must be picked within one hour, or it will fall and turn into nutritional essence for a new sprout!” Zhang Yang explained quietly.

Old Wu’s eyes widened again. One fruit every five hundred years, three fruits in a millennium, and a strict one-hour harvesting window—he finally understood how difficult such a spirit medicine was to obtain.

At that moment, he even felt that the payment he had previously offered was far too little. Such a spirit medicine was a treasure that could not be bought even with unlimited money.

“Buzz buzz buzz!” Zhang Yang suddenly extended his fingers and tapped each needle on Wu Yan’s body. After tapping them all, he immediately closed his eyes to rest and restore his internal energy.

With the Millennium Ginseng Pellet present, his energy recovery rate was significantly accelerated. This allowed him not only to quickly replenish the consumed internal energy but also greatly aided in its growth.

Old Wu remained silent, watching quietly. His mind, however, was churning endlessly.

He understood that they had met a true benefactor, a genuine noble person. At this juncture, he felt immense fortune—fortunate to have taken his granddaughter to the Bund, fortunate to have met Zhang Yang, and fortunate that Zhang Yang was a warm-hearted and generous person.

He was well aware that if such medicine were in the hands of an ordinary person, it would undoubtedly be cherished as a family heirloom, never to be used to treat others. But Zhang Yang did not.

From the start, he had stated his intention to use a spirit medicine to treat Wu Yan, and all the prior needling was preparation for administering that medicine. This meant that without any consultation fee, and without even knowing what the fee would be, Zhang Yang had already begun treating Wu Yan, preparing to use this spirit medicine.

This was surely an act of pure selflessness. Looking at Zhang Yang resting with his eyes closed, a trace of emotion crossed Old Wu’s face.

Having encountered so many selfish individuals, seeing someone like Zhang Yang made him appreciate such rarity. Zhang Yang was a true doctor; he truly practiced saving lives and helping the afflicted.

Anyone he diagnosed, he would strive his utmost to heal. “Hoo!” With a soft exhalation, Zhang Yang woke again.

Wu Yan had been asleep ever since Zhang Yang tapped the needles and had not woken up yet. This period of rest was again about half an hour.

He tapped all the needles once more, pouring all his internal energy into her, and then closed his eyes to continue absorbing the medicinal power of the Millennium Ginseng Pellet to replenish his reserves. The flush on Wu Yan’s face was gone.

She slept soundly, a faint smile gracing her features. Seeing this, Old Wu’s heart finally settled completely.

Within his heart, there was now an absolute conviction; all lingering doubt had vanished. Half an hour later, Zhang Yang woke up on his own and tapped the paused needles again.

His internal energy re-entered Wu Yan’s body. With his energy present, the medicinal effects of the Immortal Fruit Pill would be utilized to the maximum, which was the only way to alleviate Wu Yan’s condition as much as possible.

Half an hour for each cycle, Zhang Yang had now repeated the process eight times. At this point, he no longer appeared as relaxed as he had at the beginning.

His face was somewhat pale, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. As soon as he finished tapping, he immediately entered meditation to rapidly restore his internal energy.

Each time he tapped, it consumed nearly half of his internal energy—no small amount. In the beginning, he could recover almost fully in half an hour, but as time wore on, the potency of the ginseng pellet began to wane, and he could no longer recover completely in one session.

Less energy replenishment meant his consumption did not decrease, naturally leading to this situation. Old Wu stood there, his brow tightly furrowed.

He felt a familiar worry creeping in. He wasn't worried about Wu Yan now; he was worried about Zhang Yang.

Anyone, unless utterly oblivious, could see that Zhang Yang was not well. Old Wu had not anticipated that administering a spirit medicine would be so troublesome.

The ninth time, the tenth time. After tapping ten times in total, including the time spent needling, it was nearly ten o’clock at night.

Old Wu kept wanting to ask Zhang Yang if he should eat something or rest, but he never found an opening. Every time Zhang Yang finished tapping, he immediately sat down to meditate, denying Old Wu a chance to speak.

By now, Zhang Yang’s face was even paler. After sitting down for the last time, he staggered slightly, nearly falling to the ground.

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