Chapter 12: His Leg Regains Sensation
On the long street of the black market, a young man with ash-gray hair appeared. His limbs were twisted, his face distorted, and he collapsed at the entrance of the Divine Healer’s Clinic with a bizarre serpentine gait, utterly frenzied. The horrifying scene immediately drew everyone's attention.
Boss Wang rushed out from his herbal shop, seeing Ji Yu’s nose bleeding profusely and his wild laughter, anxiously shouting toward the clinic, “Divine Healer, come out quickly and save him! Someone’s dying!”
A crowd gathered, whispering among themselves.
“That person looks like he’s not going to make it.”
“What illness is this? The attack is so severe!”
“Hey, when did this traditional medicine clinic open here?”
“It opened just yesterday. How tragic—someone dies right at the door on the first day. It’ll probably close by tomorrow!”
“Ah! That man’s vomiting blood!”
“It’s over, it’s over. Why hasn’t the Divine Healer come out yet?”
“Divine Healer? I say it’s just quackery. Afraid to come out and save him. They might as well shut down now!”
At that moment, Boss Wang checked Ji Yu’s breath and turned pale, “He’s not breathing!”
In an instant, the entire crowd fell silent.
Death commands respect.
As everyone mourned Ji Yu, Chi Mu dashed out and quickly fed him a small white pill.
The crowd scoffed.
“The man’s already dead, and now he shows up? What was he doing before?”
“Hmph, just putting on a show.”
“Turning his back on a dying man, such a heartless doctor!”
“...”
“Ah! He’s coming back to life!”
Amid the startled cries, Ji Yu suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
Chi Mu held his breath and focused, removing Ji Yu’s shirt and inserting eleven silver needles at various points on his chest, neck, shoulders, and below the navel.
After Ji Yu coughed up another mouthful of black blood, Chi Mu gave him a small yellow pill.
Only then did he speak: “All the stagnant toxins in your body have been cleared. Your health is better than ever.”
Ji Yu stood up and even hopped a bit.
Huh.
It seemed not only was the poison cleared, but his old shoulder and neck pain from a racing accident two years ago was also gone.
“I’m healed! Completely healed!” Ji Yu exclaimed joyfully, this time genuinely.
Boss Wang gave Chi Mu a thumbs-up, “Bringing someone back from the dead—truly a Divine Healer!”
Witnessing this miracle, the crowd surged forward, surrounding Chi Mu.
***
“Divine Healer, what was that little white pill you gave just now that brought him back to life?”
“And that little yellow one!”
“How much? I want to buy some!”
“Me too!”
“...”
Chi Mu answered each question patiently.
“All my pills are brewed using ancient methods.”
“The white pill is a universal antidote—only ten available, five million each, first come, first served.”
“The yellow pill strengthens the body and is affordable—just 9,999 yuan per pill, less than ten thousand.”
“I also have blue pills for beauty and rejuvenation, only 200,000 yuan to buy youth!”
“The clinic stocks various pills; everyone, please come inside and take a look.”
“Those with money, bring your cash; those without, just bring yourselves.”
“...”
In an instant, Chi Mu’s Divine Healer Clinic was packed with people.
Boss Wang, cracking sunflower seeds, smiled and asked Chi Mu for a reward, “My acting was good, right? Lately my wife keeps lamenting about aging beauties; I don’t even know how to comfort her.”
Chi Mu handed over a delicate porcelain bottle with a broad smile, “Inside are pills of various colors, each labeled with their uses. I guarantee, Boss Wang, your physique will be strong and your wife will be as beautiful as a flower!”
“Oh, Divine Healer, you’re too kind.”
Boss Wang quickly accepted it, his smile stretching to his ears.
Chi Mu smiled even brighter, “Boss Wang, you run the herbal shop, I run the clinic—given our relationship now, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to get wholesale prices from you, right?”
With the mood so warm, Boss Wang readily agreed, “Of course not unreasonable! I’ll give you the cheapest prices!”
“Great, great. From now on, we’ll mutually benefit and prosper together.”
After that day, Chi Mu’s Divine Healer Clinic became an instant sensation!
***
Within just a week, Chi Mu earned a fortune.
She was in excellent spirits, even humming happily while applying acupuncture to Fu Ningli.
Fu Ningli, afraid she might accidentally insert the needles crookedly, whispered, “Miss Chi, perhaps wait until you finish the needles before singing? Our karaoke system is pretty good.”
Applying needles to Fu Ningli now was like planting rice seedlings in a paddy—one after another, familiar to the point of ease.
Without lifting her head, she cheerfully replied, “Then I’ll warm up your throat now and later experience your karaoke system to sing some lively songs.”
Fu Ningli: “...”
He took a deep breath.
Sure enough.
The next moment—
His knee suddenly tingled with a subtle prickling pain.
He frowned, telling Chi Mu, “You hurt me.”
This time, Chi Mu finally stopped humming and looked up at him, “It hurts? You say it hurts?”
“Yes.”
Fu Ningli answered, then seemed to realize something; immense joy instantly spread across his face. His voice trembled with excitement, “I... have sensation?”
“Yes, that’s a good sign.”
Chi Mu calmly said, “You’ve had acupuncture for fifteen consecutive days. According to the treatment course, sensation is expected by now.”
Fu Ningli was overjoyed, “When can I stand up?”
“Wait until the treatment course ends. We’ll take it step by step.”
“All right.”
Fu Ningli struggled to control his overwhelming happiness, not wanting to lose composure.
But he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Seeing him so happy, Chi Mu also chuckled, “Later, we’ll sing some lively songs to celebrate and cheer up Uncle Zhang.”
Uncle Zhang was just returning with a cake. Seeing the two laughing happily in the bedroom, he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s got you so happy?”
Chi Mu replied, “Uncle Zhang, Ningli’s legs have sensation now. We said we’d sing a song to celebrate.”
“Really? That’s wonderful!” Uncle Zhang exclaimed, “Today just happens to be the master’s birthday. Double happiness! I bought a cake—we’ll celebrate together!”
“Ah? It’s your birthday today?”
Chi Mu touched her nose, “Why didn’t you say earlier? I didn’t prepare a gift.”
Fu Ningli, unusually joyful, tapped his leg and smiled, “This is the best birthday gift you could give me. Thank you.”
Uncle Zhang set up the cake and went to turn on the sound system.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Chi Mu went to open it and saw Song Yuan, smiling, “Assistant Song, you’re just in time. Today’s the boss’s birthday—there’s cake!”
Chi Mu and Song Yuan had grown familiar enough to speak casually.
“I’m here to celebrate the boss’s birthday. I’ve prepared a very special birthday gift. Wait and see, you’ll be amazed!”
Chi Mu was intrigued.
Fu Ningli’s home was lively for once.
Music played in the living room.
Uncle Zhang was handing out cake.
Under Song Yuan’s expectant gaze, Fu Ningli opened the exquisite little gift box he had brought—
Inside was a tiny yellow pill, nestled perfectly in the center.
Fu Ningli: “?”
He asked Song Yuan, “What is this?”
Proudly, Song Yuan explained, “This is the yellow pill for strengthening the body!”