Sunset City, eastern district, in a remote corner, within a dilapidated house, lamplight flickered dimly.
Inside, Ning Chen looked at the tearful little boy before him, gently took the sword from his hands, then stepped forward and hung it back up.
"Xiao Wen, a family heirloom cannot be given away lightly. Otherwise, how could it still be called a family heirloom?"
Ning Chen turned back, rubbed the little boy's head, and said with a smile, "Your mother's illness will soon get better. Don't worry."
"Is what Sir said true?" Xiao Wen raised a hand to wipe away his tears and asked.
"Of course it is true. Sir never lies," Ning Chen replied with a smile.
"I believe Sir."
Only then did Xiao Wen break into a smile through his tears, finally putting his heart at ease.
By the bed, Xin Yu released the woman's wrist after taking her pulse. Looking at her husband nearby, she said softly, "It is wind-cold."
"Wind-cold?"
Ning Chen's brows furrowed slightly. If it was merely wind-cold, how could Xiao Wen's mother have fallen so gravely ill?
"Wind-cold is only the trigger. In truth, the greatest problem is that Xiao Wen's mother has labored for years, and her body has long since become extremely weak."
At this, Xin Yu sighed softly. "I will do my best."
"Sir?"
Xiao Wen gently tugged at the sleeve of the person beside him and asked hopefully, "Mother will be all right, won't she?"
"Xiao Wen, rest assured. Your mother will be fine."
Ning Chen lowered his head, his expression gentle as he answered.
Xin Yu took out the silver needles she carried with her and inserted them one by one into points along the woman's Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Governor Vessel, Conception Vessel, and other acupuncture points, dispelling the wind-cold