People often use the phrase "so light that a gust of wind could blow them away" to describe someone's frailty. Applied to Qian Fuchen, it was hardly an exaggeration at all.
When Qian Fuyu saw the thinness of Qian Fuchen's body after he removed his clothes, his eyes immediately welled up with tears. It was at this moment that he understood the immense struggles and sheer willpower his third brother had endured over the years to support the Qian Family.
Even Elder Mr. Ma and Mr. Ma sighed deeply and, feeling somewhat distressed, turned their heads away.
Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged as he scanned over him. After checking his pulse again carefully, he took a deep breath, and as if performing a magic trick, seven acupuncture needles of varying lengths suddenly appeared in his hand, his eyes reflecting a determined resolve.
