"My daughter is a doctor. She's been talking about needing silver needles these past few days, but she's been too busy at the hospital to get any. I had some spare time today and bought them for her, and it turns out they've come in handy! Young lady, take them! Be careful not to prick yourself!"
Xiao Yu accepted the package of needles with a faint smile and softly thanked him, "Thank you, sir."
With Ah Mi's assistance, she slowly opened the needle pouch. Her delicate hands gently ran through the silver needles inside, one by one, under everyone's watchful eyes.
Xiao Yu smiled slightly and deftly drew out a single silver needle from the pouch with precision.
Everyone present noticed that, as soon as Xiao Yu held the silver needle, her entire demeanor transformed—becoming solemn and sacred.
It was as if she had been destined to hold silver needles and heal the masses.
Next, the crowd stared in awe as they witnessed a mesmerizing blend of medicine and artistry.