The whole family is reborn, and their five-year-old child becomes the darling of the entire capital.

Xie Yaochuan held Xiao Yuxi tightly, bypassing the guards and weaving through the narrow, dark alleys, hurrying towards the altar.

He had specifically asked the guards at the princess's residence that the altar was not to be approached before the sacrifice, but he had heard that there was a hidden space beneath the altar, and he wanted to take a look.

However, it is always dangerous for someone to be discovered alone, but if you are holding a small child, you have some room to make excuses.

So they decided to let Lady Yun stay at the hotel with Mu Yunchen to rest, and see if they could find out any other information.

Just then, his ankle was grabbed tightly by a hand. Xie Yaochuan looked down and saw a blood-stained hand gripping his ankle tightly.

Following the hand, a person covered in blood, as if just crawling out of a pool of blood, was struggling to lie on the ground.

Xiao Yuxi followed Xie Yaochuan's gaze and looked over. When she saw the blood-stained face in front of her, she couldn't help but widen her eyes and exclaim, "It's Brother Xiao Xian!"

Hearing Xiao Yuxi's call, Xiao Xian slightly raised his head, his eyes looking ahead with a slightly misty gaze, not focused.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuxi quickly broke free from Xie Yaochuan's embrace and tried to reach out to touch him.

However, Xiao Xian subconsciously shrank back and whispered, "Don't touch me."

Seemingly realizing that his tone had been too cold, he quickly added, "I'm too dirty."

Xiao Yuxi pouted dismissively, completely unconcerned about the bloodstains on Xiao Xian's body. She reached out and grabbed his arm, trying her best to help him up.

Xiao Xian was somewhat bewildered as Xiao Yuxi pulled him up, but due to the severity of his injuries, half of his body was too weak to stand, and he could only lean on Xiao Yuxi.

The moment Xiao Xian's body touched Xiao Yuxi, he shivered violently, and his previously confused thoughts instantly became clear.

Xie Yaochuan frowned as he looked at the blood-covered child leaning against Xiao Yuxi. A sudden feeling arose in his heart that his own child had been touched by another boy outside. Without hesitation, he reached out and lifted Xiao Xian up.

He stared wide-eyed at the shocking injury on the child's chest, his brow furrowing in astonishment.

The hideous and terrifying wound stretched across the center of his chest, like a ferocious beast tearing open a gaping hole with its fangs. Blood gushed out, staining his thin, tattered clothes and flowing down to the ground, forming a pool of dark red blood.

What's even more chilling is that from that deep, bloody wound, you can even vaguely see the white bones and the still-beating heart!

Thick, crimson blood was gushing uncontrollably from his body, dripping endlessly onto the cold, hard stone slab like a burst dam, splashing up bright red blood flowers, like plum blossoms blooming proudly on branches in the snow and frost, breathtakingly beautiful yet chilling.

Incredibly, after suffering such a severe injury, he did not die on the spot or fall into a coma. He was only pale as a sheet due to massive blood loss and his consciousness was slightly dazed. There was no danger to his life or any other adverse symptoms.

Even so, completely healing such a severe and terrible injury is by no means easy.

The most troublesome aspect is that almost everyone on the street has seen this man's portrait. Bringing him into the clinic for treatment rashly would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble and danger…

Xie Yaochuan grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him up like a chick. It felt a bit troublesome, but when he looked down, he met the little girl's round eyes, full of eager anticipation as she looked up at him.

I originally wanted to avoid trouble, but seeing the little girl looking so pitiful, I couldn't bear to make her sad.

So Xie Yaochuan quickly took off his outer garment and simply wrapped it around the person who was covered in blood. However, in that instant, the outer garment was already soaked with blood.

Xiao Xian's breathing was weak, but he still managed to keep his eyes open to identify his current location. His lips trembled slightly as he said, "Turn right ahead, turn left at the second intersection, and go to the third courtyard. I recognize the people inside. Go there."

Without hesitation, Xie Yaochuan picked up a child in each hand and sped off like a whirlwind in the direction Xiao Xian pointed.

When they successfully scaled the wall and entered the courtyard, they saw an elderly man with a full head of white hair sitting in the center. The old man slowly raised his head, squinted, and stared at them.

When his gaze swept over Xiao Xian, who was being carried by Xie Yaochuan, he finally slowly got up, picked up the cane beside him, and struggled to stand up.

"Put him inside the house," the old man whispered.

Xiao Yuxi lay on the table, staring longingly at her brother Xiao Xian, who was lying on the table covered in wounds, tears streaming down her face.

The old man's hands seemed to be trembling violently, but when he began to administer acupuncture, his movements were swift and precise, with each needle landing steadily on the key points, as if his trembling hands were just a disguise.

In just a few quick movements, he successfully stitched up the bloody knife wound on Xiao Xian's chest.

The stitching was absolutely perfect.

The little girl, who witnessed this scene, looked at Brother Xiao Xian with teary eyes, as if she herself had been injured.

The old man's heart softened when he saw her pitiful little face. After a few seconds of silence, he handed her a silver needle.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it with tears in her eyes, and looked up at the old man with a full head of white hair, her face full of doubt.

The old man pointed to an acupoint and said softly, "Slowly insert the needle from here."

The little girl blinked, then cautiously stretched out her small hand and carefully inserted the needle into Xiao Xian's body, stopping only when it was level with the silver needle beside her. Then, like a startled fawn, she raised her head and looked at the old man.

The old man's tense face suddenly melted away like an iceberg, becoming incredibly kind and approachable.

He smiled slightly and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, he'll be alright."

Having said that, the old man simply let go of Xiao Xian's hand, picked up his cane, and ignored the silver needles and blood all over Xiao Xian's body. He calmly sat down in the chair, as if he had never been in contact with the extremely horribly injured person.

"Are you from the capital?" The old man's gaze swept over Xie Yaochuan, who had been standing to one side the whole time.

Xie Yaochuan was filled with admiration when he saw how fast the technique was, like a phantom.

When the old man took the initiative to ask, Xie Yaochuan quickly and respectfully replied, "Yes, we are from the capital."

The old man nodded silently, his voice tinged with a sigh, "The capital is wonderful."