The Reborn Aristocrat’s Daughter
Chapter 132: Treating Illness (2)_1

Of course, Situ Xin did not forget to ask for the opinion of the person involved. "Grandpa Deng, do you trust me?" Situ Xin had made up her mind—if Old Deng answered that he trusted her, she would definitely do her best to cure his illness and also nourish his body. If Old Deng’s answer was not this, then she was sorry, but she would not meddle any further.

"Xiao Xin, Grandpa Deng trusts you," Old Deng said as he looked at the 9-year-old girl in front of him, who asked him so seriously whether he trusted her. Any doubt that Old Deng might originally have had completely disappeared. "You three need not be so nervous. I am aware of my own body’s condition—I’m at the point where it can’t get any worse. I know what you three are worried about." After speaking to the three elders, Old Deng turned to his wife: "Old lady, you are very clear about my health. If anything goes wrong while Xiao Xin is treating me, you know what to do."

Situ Xin was moved by Old Deng’s words—she could feel his complete trust in her. And she also knew that Old Deng’s words were entirely meant to reassure her grandfather, her external grandfather, and Grandpa Xiao.

"Grandpa Deng, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you," Situ Xin said earnestly. As she spoke, Situ Xin began to take an exquisite wooden box out of the bag she carried with her. "Grandma Deng, grandpa, external grandfather, and Grandpa Xiao, please step outside for a moment, I’m going to treat Grandpa Deng."

"Baby, I..." Old Master Situ began to say something, but in the end, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Xiao Xin, I am entrusting Grandpa Deng to you," Old Lady Deng said, her eyes full of concern. She walked towards the door of the sickroom, looking back several times reluctantly. "Grandma Deng, don’t worry, I will return a lively and hopping Grandpa Deng to you," Situ Xin said, lightening the mood.

When only Situ Xin and Old Deng were left in the sickroom, Situ Xin said, "Grandpa Deng, I think you know that Parkinson’s disease is a mental disorder, so I will be using acupuncture to treat you. While using acupuncture, there will be a certain amount of pain."

"It’s okay, this level of pain, your Grandpa Deng can bear," Old Deng said with a smile.

Situ Xin walked over, helped Old Deng lie down, then opened the exquisite wooden box and took out three of the Seven-color Divine Needles. Holding the needles, she calmed her breathing and silently started to mobilize the Spiritual Energy within her.

When she felt ready, she quickly inserted the three needles into Old Deng’s body. Then she began to slowly transfer the Spiritual Energy from within her to the Seven-color Divine Needles, and from there, it slowly, bit by bit, entered Old Deng’s nerves.

When Spiritual Energy first passed through the Seven-color Divine Needles into the nerves inside Old Deng’s body, he felt a warm and comfortable sensation. However, it wasn’t long before he began to feel a tingling and numb sensation around the seven needles, like something was biting and gnawing at him. But thankfully, the pain was still within what he could bear. He clenched his teeth and persisted. Situ Xin admired Old Deng’s ability to endure the pain.

Because Parkinson’s is a neurological disease, she used the Golden Needles and Spiritual Energy to slowly repair the damaged nervous system. As Situ Xin was continuously channeling Spiritual Energy into the Seven-Color Spirit Needles, she also observed through the movement of the energy that the damaged nervous system inside Old Deng’s body was slowly recovering, albeit at a very slow pace, it was at least changing for the better.

Repairing the nervous system was indeed a very exhausting task. Not only was the speed of nerve repair slow, but it was also a treatment that heavily drained her Spiritual Energy. If it wasn’t for Situ Xin’s own "Pure Spirit Physique", along with her practice of the "Dance of the Phoenix Nine Styles", and the aid of the Seven-Color Spirit Needles, she couldn’t have lasted for such an extended period.

As time passed minute by minute, only one-tenth of Old Deng’s nervous system had been repaired, and Situ Xin’s Spiritual Energy was gradually depleting. Sweat started to bead incessantly on her forehead, and her complexion grew pale.

When Situ Xin felt she was about to collapse, she decisively withdrew her Spiritual Energy, then swiftly removed the three Seven-Color Spirit Needles from Old Deng’s body. Even as she removed the needles, Situ Xin still left a trace of Spiritual Energy in Old Deng’s body.

She had her reasons for this. Leaving a thread of Spiritual Energy in Old Deng’s body was meant to continuously and gradually repair his nervous system.

With the removal of the three Seven-Color Spirit Needles from Old Deng’s body, the previous pain vanished, and Old Deng couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. "Hehe, Grandpa Deng, how do you feel?" Situ Xin joked. Considering Old Deng’s current state, he was probably far from feeling well.

"You girl," Old Deng managed a strained smile. "Alright, Grandpa Deng, you should rest," Situ Xin said as she saw how tired Old Deng looked and decided not to tease him anymore. "The pain you felt just now was from the needles I applied that were repairing the dead nerves inside your body. Now, one-tenth of your nerves have been repaired, which means that I will need to treat you ten more times for you to fully recover," Situ Xin said while disinfecting the three Seven-Color Spirit Needles and placing them back in the box.

"So that’s how it is. This is the first time I’ve heard of such a treatment method," Old Deng said from his bed, having rested for a while and finally mustering enough strength to speak.

"Of course, this is a unique acupuncture method created by my master," Situ Xin said with feigned pride. "Grandpa Deng, you rest for now. I’ll go outside and report to Grandma Deng and the others. I think they must be very anxious waiting out there." Situ Xin closed the lid of the wooden box, placed it in her carry-on bag, and spoke.