Lin Yuxin saw that Qian Li was listening attentively and nodded excitedly.

“Yes, yes, you should give it a try! I guarantee that after this, Third Uncle will never bring up divorce again! Third Aunt, you think about it first, I’m going inside to treat Third Uncle.”

After speaking, Lin Yuxin walked into the house because she had noticed that her third uncle was already impatient, frequently glancing outside.

Qian Li, on the other hand, sat down on a stone bench, seriously contemplating the success rate of disciplining her husband.

She completely forgot that her husband was about to undergo treatment—an issue of life and death, with only a fifty percent chance of success.

Lin Yuxin entered the room to face her third uncle without any guilt, even though she had just sown discord between him and his wife.

This kind of overbearing male chauvinism, all in the name of “for your own good,” was simply unacceptable!

Zhao Yinglang, oblivious to his impending struggle of winning back his wife, had no idea that his dear niece was the cause of it all.

At that moment, he just felt a sudden chill down his spine.

His body was weak—was he catching a cold?

“What were you two talking about outside for so long?” Zhao Yinglang asked curiously as he saw Lin Yuxin walk in.

“Nothing much. Third Aunt was just worried about you, so she asked a few extra questions. Let’s begin! Third Uncle, lie down first,” Lin Yuxin casually replied, deciding to leave her uncle a little surprise.

Zhao Yinglang didn’t think much of it and obediently lay down.

Lin Yuxin took out her silver needles and began preparing for acupuncture.

This time, her approach was different—she would target only lethal acupuncture points.

As the saying goes, “Only by reaching the brink of death can one be reborn.” Her plan was to completely deplete her uncle’s already waning vitality, then use the Immortal Dew to create new life energy.

She had considered simply having him drink the Immortal Dew, which might work.

But given how many years his vitality had been deteriorating, even if he survived, hidden dangers would remain.

It was better to clear out the waste and start anew.

Lin Yuxin’s expression turned solemn as she precisely inserted the needles.

“Ugh!”

With just one needle, Zhao Yinglang felt excruciating pain throughout his body, as if he were on the brink of death.

“Third Uncle, this might be very painful. You have to endure it. Once the medicine you drank earlier takes effect, the pain will subside.”

Seeing Zhao Yinglang’s veins bulging and cold sweat dripping down, Lin Yuxin knew he was suffering.

But there was no other way—this was a necessary step.

“Hnn… No… problem… I can… endure it…”

Zhao Yinglang gritted his teeth, forcing out the words one by one.

Although he claimed to be fine, only he knew the agony he was enduring.

It felt like thousands of ants gnawing at his entire body, his bones being shattered and pieced back together.

No hardship he had ever faced compared to this torment. But with his niece watching, he refused to show weakness, so he endured in silence.

Lin Yuxin inserted two more needles. The pain continued unabated.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually faded.

Zhao Yinglang finally loosened his clenched jaw and sighed in relief—only for his consciousness to drift away, and he fell unconscious.

Lin Yuxin, seeing him pass out, knew the medicine had taken effect.

She hadn’t rushed in earlier because she was waiting for this. The medicine, called “Returning to the West Decoction”—or “Fake Death Decoction”—was something she had stumbled upon in a medical book and experimented with for fun.

She never expected her first test subject to be her own uncle.

She placed a hand on his pulse—no heartbeat.

Her eyes narrowed—it was time.

Lin Yuxin quickly inserted more needles, precisely targeting his death acupoints.

By the time she stopped, Zhao Yinglang’s entire body was covered in needles at lethal points.

Not a single trace of life remained in him.

She then took out the Immortal Dew and carefully dripped one drop into his mouth, watching it slide down his throat.

At the same time, she placed her fingers on his pulse, carefully monitoring his condition, ready to act at any moment.

She had little time left.

If he showed no response within fifteen minutes, she would have to remove the needles—otherwise, her third uncle would truly be dead.

Considering the time spent on acupuncture earlier, she had almost no time left.

Lin Yuxin silently counted: One, two, three… ten!

Just as she was about to lose hope, she felt a faint pulse under her fingertips.

Her eyes lit up—success!

She immediately removed the needles from Zhao Yinglang’s body and switched to a different set of acupuncture points—this time, ones that nurtured the body, known as “life acupoints.”

Unlike death acupoints, which only required precise insertion, life acupoints were deeply hidden and difficult to locate.

The acupuncturist needed to precisely find them and use inner energy to stimulate new vitality, nourishing the organs and the entire body.

Lin Yuxin’s entire body tensed. Each needle took an immense amount of effort, and after just a few, she was already drenched in sweat.

She gritted her teeth and persevered until the final needle was placed.

Then, completely exhausted, she collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

“Phew! That almost took half my life!”

With trembling hands, she retrieved a Qi-replenishing pill from her spatial storage and swallowed it. She needed to recover—otherwise, she wouldn’t even be able to stand up.

After resting for a while, she finally regained some strength and propped herself up using the bed.

She reached out to check Zhao Yinglang’s pulse.

In just this short time, his pulse had become strong and vigorous, like a rushing flood.

His body was now as healthy as a normal person’s.

Lin Yuxin sighed in relief—the treatment was a success.

She retracted her hand and began removing the needles. By the time she was finished, Zhao Yinglang had woken up.

“Third Uncle, you’re awake! How do you feel?”

Lin Yuxin had just finished packing up the silver needles when she turned and saw Zhao Yinglang looking at her in a daze. She hurried forward with concern.

“I… I don’t really feel anything?”

Zhao Yinglang replied uncertainly. His body felt light, almost like he was floating. But at the same time, he sensed a strange force surging within him, as if it wanted to burst out.

“???”

“I mean, I feel weak, like my body is floating. But inside, it feels like there’s a force trying to break free!”

Seeing Lin Yuxin’s confusion, Zhao Yinglang tried to explain.

“That’s probably due to the special medicine I used,” Lin Yuxin speculated. “Your body might not be able to handle the potency of the treatment yet. Don’t worry, just exercise more to release the excess energy.”

She deliberately avoided mentioning the Immortal Dew.

Not everyone could use such a precious elixir, and given how weak her uncle had been, his body had struggled to absorb it.

She had first destroyed his existing vitality and then used the Immortal Dew to create a new one. Even though the treatment was successful, there was still some residual energy left.

Especially since she had used undiluted Immortal Dew.

“Oh… I see,” Zhao Yinglang replied.

His ears suddenly turned red.

What he didn’t say was that the strange energy seemed to be concentrated in his lower abdomen…

There was no way he could mention this in front of his niece!