Rebooting 60, let's go on a rampage with the orange cat!

Upon hearing this, Shi Huai'an immediately realized that they had misunderstood, and quickly waved her hand to explain, "Don't talk nonsense, I am his aunt!" Her cheeks instantly flushed red.

Xiao Yan and Yu Fen exchanged a glance, both showing expressions of disbelief. Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise, "What? How is this possible? You're so much younger than him, how could you be his aunt?"

Yu Fen nodded in agreement, looking at Shi Huai'an suspiciously: "Yes, Huai'an, you're not lying to us, are you?"

Faced with their doubts, Shi Huai'an sighed helplessly and said earnestly, "I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying to you. Although I'm younger than him in age, the seniority matters!"

Xiao Yan and Yu Fen exchanged glances, still somewhat skeptical of the answer: "I thought you were the junior sister."

“What’s there to be fooled about! Go ask him and see if he’s really my junior apprentice! Although I’m still young, my seniority is right here and clear!” Huai’an said confidently, head held high.

Just then, Han Mingxuan walked over at a leisurely pace.

Upon seeing him, Shi Huai'an felt as if he had met a savior and immediately ran over to him.

She shoved the thick medical record into Han Mingxuan's hands, winked at him playfully, and said coquettishly, "Han Mingxuan, hurry up and help your aunt carry this, it's really tiring!"

Han Mingxuan's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple.

He took the medical record somewhat awkwardly, and murmured in a voice barely above a whisper, "Didn't you tell me before that I could just call you by your name and not address you as 'Master Aunt'?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Huai'an playfully made a face and said with a grin, "Times have changed! Now that your aunt is in trouble, you can't just sit idly by, can you? Besides, in the end, isn't this all because of you?" After saying that, she smiled and winked, and before Han Mingxuan could respond, she slipped away as if her feet were greased.

The nurses nearby chuckled and asked, "What are you whispering about?"

When they saw Han Mingxuan's shy and embarrassed appearance, they whispered among themselves and couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, Huai'an felt much more at ease. The nurses took turns buying breakfast for Han Mingxuan every day and showing him concern, which made Han Mingxuan feel at a loss. Although Huai'an felt a little sorry for him, there was nothing he could do but let him pray for good luck.

More than two weeks later, on a sunny weekend morning, the hospital was filled with the faint scent of burning mugwort sachets.

Shi Huai'an, dressed in a neat white coat, hurried to the department to begin his shift.

She had barely settled into her seat when she heard a faint sound of wheels rolling approaching from afar.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see a middle-aged woman carefully pushing a wheelchair slowly towards them, while sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with gray hair, a haggard face, and a slightly strange and stiff expression.

Shi Huai'an's heart tightened. Based on her years of medical experience, she could tell at a glance that the man was most likely suffering from facial paralysis.

So she quickly got up to greet him, took his pulse, and asked with concern, "Uncle, how long have you had this facial condition? Do you know what caused it?"

However, the middle-aged woman seemed to ignore Shi Huai'an's question, and instead looked around anxiously, blurting out, "Is Dr. Han here? We specifically booked an appointment with a specialist!"

Seeing this, the nurse Xiaoyan quickly stepped forward with a smile and explained, "I'm sorry, ma'am, Dr. Han is currently attending an important meeting in the conference room and will probably be finished in a little while. But don't worry, we have very professional assistant physicians here who can give your elderly relative a preliminary examination and diagnosis. After Dr. Han returns from his meeting, he will definitely personally check everything carefully again, so please rest assured!"

The middle-aged woman had short, ear-length hair, wore a Lenin suit, and had sharp eyes, giving her a sophisticated look.

She glanced at Huai'an, frowned, and said, "Let's wait for Dr. Han. The acupuncture last time was quite effective. We can also ask about the follow-up treatment."

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair had a slightly crooked mouth. When he saw that Dr. Han was not there, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Shi Huai'an didn't mind. Instead, he squatted down and pinched the middle-aged man's knees and calves, asking, "How long have your legs been like this? Can you feel anything here?"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked at Shi Huai'an, then remained silent, somewhat disappointed.

The middle-aged woman was a little impatient, but still answered, "His leg has been injured for several years, and we've consulted many famous doctors, but nothing has worked..." She sighed and stopped talking.

Huai'an said, "Since you haven't found a cure yet, can I take a look for you?"

The middle-aged man had a stern face, but he didn't say anything. The woman looked at him and said to Huai'an, "Young lady, it's not that we don't trust you, but we've seen many famous doctors for his leg and nothing has worked. Even Dr. Han here said that it's been delayed for too long. Do you have any ideas?"

Huai'an said, "It's normal that you don't trust me, but you won't lose anything by trying, and it won't cause any worse results."

Just then, a young man ran over. He listened for a while at first, then suddenly stepped forward, looked Shi Huai'an up and down, and grabbed her hand in surprise, saying, "It's you! You saved me last time. Do you remember me? It was by that bus stop, you were the one who stopped my bleeding with a needle..."

Looking at the young man who was now unharmed, Huai'an smiled and said, "I remember now. Seeing that you are alright, I am relieved. It was just a small favor, really nothing."

The young man excitedly turned around and shouted to the middle-aged couple beside him, "Dad, Mom, look, this is the savior I've been looking for all this time! Who would have thought we'd run into him here?"

Upon hearing this, Huai'an quickly waved his hand and explained, "Oh, don't say that. I only helped stop the bleeding. It's hardly a life-saving favor."

However, before she could finish speaking, the woman seemed to want to say something more to express her gratitude. Just then, the middle-aged man, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Then please take a look at me, young lady."

Without the slightest hesitation, Huai'an immediately squatted down and carefully rolled up the man's trouser leg with gentle and skillful movements.

Then, she took out the exquisite acupuncture kit from her bag. When she opened it, the slender silver needles gleamed slightly in the sunlight.

She took a deep breath and began to apply acupuncture needles to the acupoints on the man's legs with focused concentration. With each needle, she would softly ask, "Do you feel anything? Does it hurt?"

And so, five or six needles were inserted, one after another. Each time, the man shook his head expressionlessly, as if he had expected it all.

However, things changed when it came to the ninth injection.

The man's previously expressionless face furrowed slightly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

Shi Huai'an noticed the man's unusual behavior. She stopped what she was doing and asked softly, "Comrade, how are you feeling?"

The man seemed not to hear her question, still lost in his own thoughts. After a while, when Shi Huai'an asked again, the man seemed to snap out of his reverie.

He first closed his eyes, carefully savoring the subtle sensation he had just experienced, and then said in a trembling voice, "Wait, I'm not sure, was it... like I felt a tiny bit, like being gently bitten by a little ant? Or, girl, could you prick me again, this time really hard, a little harder!"

Shi Huai'an nodded, changed the acupoint, carefully inserted the needle, and asked, "Sir, how do you feel this time?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man, who had been silent all along, suddenly became extremely agitated, and tears uncontrollably rolled down his cheeks.

He said, his voice choked with emotion, "Although the feeling is still very mild, it's definitely there! Really, young lady, can you really heal my leg?"

Seeing the man's excitement, the woman beside him was also extremely excited. She quickly covered her mouth, which was agape in surprise, and murmured to herself, "Really? Xihua... This is wonderful! Young lady, whatever treatment you choose, we'll do it!"

Huai'an frowned slightly, his gaze falling on the other person's thin, somewhat deformed leg, and slowly said, "His leg has probably been like this for at least five years, right? Actually, this disease is not completely incurable, but a complete cure is not something that can be achieved overnight!"

I need to discuss this in detail with my teacher before I can formulate a feasible treatment plan. Therefore, I cannot give you a definite answer right now.

However, I can first teach you some massage techniques to prevent his leg muscle atrophy; and his facial paralysis can be treated with acupuncture, usually showing significant results after one course of treatment.”

After hearing these words, Gu Xihua nodded repeatedly with a sense of relief, then gently patted the woman's hand beside him and comforted her, "Li Ying, let's just follow this young doctor's arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Li Ying quickly nodded in agreement and replied, "You're absolutely right, it has indeed been five years. Oh my, young doctor, you're truly amazing! You could tell at a glance; your judgment is incredibly accurate!"

Her handsome son strode up to Shi Huai'an, smiling politely, and said, "Hello, young doctor! My name is Gu Jingnian. I hope you can take good care of my father's illness. May I ask how I should address you?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Huai'an was startled and thought to himself: This name is only one character different from Gu Jingxing's, what a coincidence! However, there are many people in this world with the same name, and even more with only one character difference, so it's not strange.

She quickly regained her composure, and a friendly and professional smile returned to her face as she replied, "Don't mention it. My name is Shi Huai'an. Now that we're here, let's get started. Your father can go into the treatment room first. I need to review his medical records and begin with the facial treatment."

Gu Jingnian quickly nodded and replied, "Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, Dr. Shi."

This time, Gu Jingnian's entire family was exceptionally proactive, showing no resistance or doubt whatsoever. They completely trusted Shi Huai'an and fully cooperated with all the examinations and treatments arranged.

Seeing such a harmonious and orderly scene, the nurses standing by couldn't help but feel sincere admiration and quietly gave Shi Huai'an a thumbs up.

At this moment, Professor Han and Han Mingxuan also came down from the conference room upstairs. After hearing the nurse's report, they also went into the treatment room to examine Shi Huai'an together.

After administering the acupuncture, Huai'an told them to come back in a week, and then went into the office with Han Chengzong.

"You used the Thirteen Ghost Needles technique to treat facial paralysis just now, right? My senior brother doesn't seem to know this technique, does he?" Han Chengzong asked doubtfully.

“Oh~ This is… taught to me by another master. I took care of him for a while when he was in trouble, and he taught me these two sets of acupuncture techniques, as well as the Nine Needles for Rejuvenation. However, he has passed away and never mentioned his name.” Shi Huai’an casually made up a story.

"Dead? It's a pity I can't ask him for guidance in person, otherwise Mingxuan could have become his apprentice. There are many masters among the common people," Han Chengzong sighed.

"Hehe, if Mingxuan wants to learn, I can teach him," Shi Huai'an said with a smile. "Then Mingxuan will have to call me Master."

Han Mingxuan immediately smiled and bowed, saying, "Master, please accept my humble bow."

"Hmph, you know how to take advantage of others, but there's always something to learn from others. Learn more from Huai'an. It's your opportunity that Huai'an is willing to teach you," Han Chengzong said. "Huai'an, if he doesn't learn seriously, then give him a good beating. Don't hold back."

“Hehe, I don’t usually teach just anyone, but we are from the same school, so we can work together to promote traditional Chinese medicine. As long as you are willing to learn, I will not hold back my knowledge,” Huai’an said frankly.

Just kidding. I'll be relying on the Han family a lot in the capital in the future, so what's wrong with taking on a little apprentice...?

With my systematic guidance, it's generally difficult for outsiders to learn completely. Your master is still your master; he'll definitely hold back several techniques. How much you can learn depends entirely on your comprehension...

"Are you confident you can cure Gu Xihua's leg?" Han Chengzong frowned and said, "They've come to me several times, and I've tried various methods like acupuncture, but the results haven't been ideal. I'm afraid that if their hopes are dashed, it might be detrimental to you."

Shi Huai'an thought for a moment and said, "I examined him and I think there is still some hope. I have studied Qingnang Shenzhen and combined it with Guimen acupuncture. We can give it a try."

"What? It's the acupuncture technique from the long-lost Qingnang Book? How is that possible? Where did you get it?" Han Chengzong jumped up from his seat excitedly, and Han Mingxuan stared at Shi Huai'an in utter shock.