"Doctor Fu, how is my younger brother?"
An elderly man with a full head of silver hair, seemingly in his sixties, was taking Ye Dongxiong's pulse as he lay in bed.
Mother Ye secretly tugged at her husband beside her, signaling with her eyes for him not to disturb the doctor.
Father Ye also knew it was somewhat impolite to ask questions while someone was taking a pulse.
So after asking that one question, he fell silent.
More than two minutes passed.
Only then did the elderly man withdraw the fingers resting on Ye Dongxiong's wrist.
Then he looked at Ye Jianlin, who was standing beside him in extreme nervousness, and said with a smile:
"It's not that serious. I'll give your father some acupuncture in a moment and prescribe a formula. He should be able to get out of bed and walk within a week."
The moment the elderly man said that, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
What they feared most was Ye Dongxiong becoming bedridden and paralyzed at barely sixty. No one could accept that.
"Thank you, Doctor! Thank you!"
Ye Jianlin hurriedly voiced his gratitude.
The elderly man did not exchange pleasantries with him. He directly took out a set of Silver Needles from the medical case he had brought with him.
Then, at acupuncture points Ye Yuan and the others could not understand, he inserted seven Silver Needles into Ye Dongxiong's face one after another.
After the needles went in, Ye Yuan noticed that the elderly man would occasionally rotate a needle without any apparent pattern.
He watched for a full thirty minutes but still could not figure out the pattern behind the rotations.
Half an hour later, when the elderly man pulled out the final needle, something miraculous happened.
His second uncle, whose