The silver needle entered his head, and Old Mr. Su's complexion immediately became much more spirited.
Even his eyes brightened up a bit.
Su Changhe scoffed and glanced at Yin Tian disdainfully, "A village kid full of nonsense, always acting mysterious and superstitious!"
Yu Yang was also smug, "In the countryside, you might be able to fool the ignorant villagers, but in the city, you should stop pulling those ghost tricks, it's a joke and looks down upon..."
"No, what's wrong with Grandpa's face?" Su Qinwei interrupted before Yu Yang could finish speaking.
Old Patriarch Su's face suddenly turned deathly pale, his breathing gradually weakened, and he lay at death's door.
"How could this be?" Yu Yang panicked, quickly checking Old Patriarch Su's pulse.
"What's happened to my grandpa?" Su Qinwei asked Yu Yang urgently.
"This pulse... I've never seen it before." Yu Yang pursed his lips, panic flashing in his eyes.
From the side, Yin Tian squinted and said, "Could it be that the pulse is in the muscles, fast and irregular, changing erratically, stopping and starting again, like a sparrow pecking for food?"
Su Changhe looked at Yin Tian with disdain, "You country quack, shut your mouth!"
Yu Yang raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief, "What you said is right, what kind of pulse is this?"
Yin Tian said, "Sparrow Pecking Pulse, one of the ten strange pulses, indicative of complete spleen qi exhaustion."
These words gave Su Qinwei an unreal feeling.
The son of the Divine Doctor was actually asking for advice from a rustic country charlatan?
Everything he said was correct?
Remembering her earlier mockery, a hint of remorse flickered in Su Qinwei's eyes.
Yin Tian glanced at Old Mr. Su, "He was already gravely ill just now, and now he's already halfway through the gates of death."
Yu Yang gritted his teeth, pulled out the acupuncture needles, and was about to continue administering them to Old Patriarch Su.
"If you stick that needle, we might as well prepare for a funeral tonight."
Yu Yang's hand froze above Old Patriarch Su's head, he turned to look at Yin Tian. Although there was still disdain in his eyes, he dared not continue with the needle.
Bitting her lip, Su Qinwei walked over to Yin Tian, "Then what should we do about my grandpa?"
Yin Tian glanced at Su Qinwei – the pride from before had vanished.
Without replying, he walked over to Old Mr. Su's side.
Picking up the acupuncture needle, he prepared to administer it to Old Mr. Su.
"Didn't you say it's not the time for acupuncture on Old Mr. Su now?" Yu Yang turned his head, speaking to Yin Tian.
"You can't, but I can."
Yu Yang: "..."
Yin Tian's hand took over the silver needle from Yu Yang's hand.
A silver needle directly pierced into Old Mr. Su's heart area.
Then, with a trembling finger, spiritual energy from inside his body flowed into the needle.
The tail of the silver needle began to tremble and started to sink in on its own.
Soon after, Old Mr. Su's complexion visibly started to recover.
"This..." Yu Yang's face was filled with disbelief.
Su Qinwei quickly stepped over, "Grandpa's breathing has improved..."
Su Changhe initially stood there stunned, then walked over with a frown and mockingly said, "One needle cured the patient? Do you think we, the Su Family, are fools?"
"Dad... it was him who cured Grandpa..." Su Qinwei said somewhat sheepishly.
With an air of disdain, Su Changhe stepped forward, looking at Yin Tian like he had him figured out, "Your grandfather was cured by Doctor Yu. He needed time to recover, which is why his complexion seemed off. This charlatan took advantage of the situation."
"Otherwise, how could a single needle cure your grandfather? Do you really think he is Hua Tuo or Bian Que?"
Su Changhe's disdain was palpable as he stepped closer, addressing Yin Tian, "Kid, let me tell you, don't think that by resorting to a little trickery you'll gain the Su Family's recognition."
"Do you think by doing this, you could marry our Qinwei? You're simply delusional, dreaming in broad daylight!"
Su Changhe got more and more offensive.
"Dad, stop talking," said Su Qinwei with a frown.
Yu Yang shook his head, "It's not related to me, the credit goes to this... doctor. His medical skills are unfathomable..."
After speaking, he nodded towards Yin Tian and left abruptly.
Su Changhe was left feeling slapped in the face and all the more irritated by Yin Tian.
Yin Tian too lifted his head and glanced at Su Changhe, "I think you have misunderstood. I am not here to marry Su Qinwei."
"Hmm?" Puzzlement flashed in Su Qinwei's eyes as she looked up at Yin Tian, feeling an unexpected sense of loss.
Su Changhe said, "Oh, then you're here to extort money from the Su Family?"
Yin Tian ignored him.
Looking at Old Mr. Su who had just opened his eyes, he then said, "Old Mr. Su's illness stems from heart failure. What I did today was temporary relief, and it will recur. Precautions must be taken well in advance."
"Today I saved a life for the Su Family, and our debt of gratitude is settled."
Raising his head, Yin Tian looked at Su Qinwei, "I came here to break off the marriage."