“Don’t worry, Second Uncle. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Lin Yuxin smiled as she spoke.

As long as her second uncle agreed, that was enough. If he didn’t, she had planned to come at night, knock him out, and treat him anyway.

She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a pack of silver needles, shaking them slightly in her hand.

“Second Uncle, let’s begin, alright? If the pain becomes unbearable, just let me know so I can adjust accordingly,” Lin Yuxin reminded him.

“It’s fine. I can handle it,” Zhao Yingfeng shook his head.

He was already in this condition—could he not endure a little pain?

Lin Yuxin lifted the blanket and rolled up her second uncle’s pant legs.

What came into view were a pair of withered, scarred legs, ugly and lifeless.

The scars covering them made it clear how severe his injuries had once been.

Lin Yuxin sighed inwardly, then cast aside distracting thoughts, her eyes focused, her demeanor solemn and sacred.

She picked up a silver needle and swiftly, precisely, and firmly inserted it into an acupuncture point on his leg.

By the time she inserted the tenth needle, the sound of footsteps came from outside.

Her grandfather, grandmother, second aunt, and others had all arrived.

However, Lin Yuxin couldn’t afford to be distracted at this moment, so she ignored them.

Even though the people of the general’s residence had hurried over anxiously, they saw the silver needles already in Zhao Yingfeng’s legs.

No matter how worried they were, they dared not step forward and interrupt.

This was family.

Though it was their first time meeting Lin Yuxin, they trusted her completely.

On the way here, Zhao Shijie had already listened to his grandson’s explanation.

He learned that Lin Yuxin had a way to treat Yingfeng’s legs and also learned about the suffering his son had endured over the past ten years.

He was overjoyed but also deeply pained.

He was happy because no one had been able to cure his son’s legs for so many years, yet now there was hope—even if it was just a sliver, hope was still a good thing.

At the same time, he was worried.

He didn’t want to be filled with hope only to be disappointed again.

His heart ached because his son had endured so much pain for so many years but never told the family, bearing it all alone.

What a foolish child!

Tears welled up in Zhao Shijie’s aged eyes.

Once a decisive and ruthless general, he was now just a father who ached for his son.

Fang Lan was also in tears, overcome with sorrow.

If not for Zhao Shijie supporting her on the way here, she might have collapsed.

Now, leaning against him, she watched her son suffer and felt as though her heart was being pierced with needles.

Unlike her father, Chen Lanzhi was less composed.

Seeing her husband’s legs covered with more and more needles and recalling what her son had told her on the way here, she felt nothing but pain and guilt.

She was his wife—after sharing a bed for so many years, how had she not noticed that something was wrong?

How could she have been so blind?

Chen Lanzhi sobbed uncontrollably but didn’t dare to cry out loud, afraid of disturbing Yuxin’s treatment.

“Husband?”

In the end, she couldn’t hold back and called out to Zhao Yingfeng cautiously.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” Zhao Yingfeng reassured her in a soft voice, enduring the sharp pain. It hurt, but it was still within his tolerance.

“Husband, you’re sweating so much… Is it really painful? Yuxin, how is he? Why is your second uncle in so much pain?”

Chen Lanzhi was even more distressed upon seeing the sweat covering her husband’s forehead.

Watching him suffer like this right in front of her, how could she not be worried?

“Second Aunt, if you trust me, I will return a healthy husband to you,” Lin Yuxin replied without even looking up, continuing her work.

These words made Chen Lanzhi quiet down.

Zhao Hanya stepped forward and embraced her gently, whispering,

“Second Sister-in-law, don’t worry. Yuxin knows what she’s doing.”

So everyone waited silently in the room, afraid to disrupt Lin Yuxin’s treatment.

Half an hour later, Zhao Yingfeng’s legs were covered in silver needles.

Sweat streamed down his face as he endured the pain, clenching his teeth the entire time.

Lin Yuxin, focused entirely on acupuncture, had also begun to sweat lightly on her forehead.

When she inserted the final needle, she stopped and took a moment to steady herself before standing up.

“Yuxin, how is he?”

Both her second aunt and Fang Lan rushed forward to ask.

“Grandmother, Second Aunt, today’s acupuncture was mainly to relieve his pain. Another reason was to assess the condition of his legs after so many years and lay the groundwork for future treatment. Don’t worry, he’ll feel some pain for now, but once I remove the needles in fifteen minutes, he won’t feel pain for the rest of the day.”

Lin Yuxin, pale from exhaustion, explained to Chen Lanzhi.

Zhao Hanya noticed her daughter’s exhaustion and quickly stepped forward to support her.

“Yuxin, are you alright?” she asked worriedly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit tired. I’ll be okay after some rest,” Lin Yuxin reassured her, leaning into her embrace.

Then, looking at everyone around her, she spoke seriously,

“Grandfather, Grandmother, Second Aunt, I mean what I said today. I have a way to cure Second Uncle’s legs. While he won’t recover completely, he will be able to live like a normal person.”

Zhao Shijie was the first to react. Pushing down the emotions in his heart, he asked cautiously,

“Yuxin, how confident are you?”

“Eighty to ninety percent.”

Lin Yuxin answered seriously.

“What is Yingfeng’s current condition?” Zhao Shijie asked worriedly.

“He’s fine. Once the needles are removed, he’ll feel better. However, I will prescribe a medicinal formula for him to take for five days. After that, we will perform surgery on his legs.”

Lin Yuxin patiently explained the treatment plan.

“Surgery?”

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

“Yes, surgery. Second Uncle’s legs were broken, and because treatment was delayed and the doctors lacked the necessary skill, he ended up like this. To heal him, we must first break what’s already broken and rebuild from there.”

“But this process will be very painful. For the next few days, let him eat well and build up his strength. Otherwise, I’m afraid he won’t be able to withstand it,” she explained solemnly.

“Alright, Yuxin, your second uncle is in your hands. Just do your best, but don’t feel pressured,” Zhao Shijie said firmly.

He added the last part, afraid that if she failed, she would blame herself.

But he also didn’t want to let go of any chance to heal his son. He had already lost one son—he couldn’t afford to lose another.

“Yuxin…”

Second Aunt grabbed Lin Yuxin’s hands but was too choked with emotion to say anything.

“Second Aunt, trust me.”

Lin Yuxin patted her shoulder in reassurance.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly. Lin Yuxin turned around and began removing the needles.

As she removed the last one, Zhao Yingfeng immediately felt a warmth spread through his legs.

The pain was gone.

His eyes lit up in shock and joy.

“M-My legs… they don’t hurt anymore?”

He murmured in disbelief, but his wife, Chen Lanzhi, heard him.

“Husband, what did you just say?” she asked cautiously.

“My legs… don’t seem to hurt anymore,” Zhao Yingfeng repeated, his eyes red with emotion as he looked at his wife.