"Wisteria Street, apricot blossoms in bloom! This is the place!"

He raised his head and looked at the antique plaque above the door, smiled, and strode inside.

The dim Chinese medicine clinic was filled with a deathly stillness, not even a whiff of medicinal herbs could be detected.

You can see, on the bed at the back of the clinic, a patient is lying there, humming and grunting as they receive an IV drip.

Near the door, on a table, was a computer. A slovenly and disreputable middle-aged man sat there, picking at his toenails, smoking, and staring intently at the computer screen as he muttered under his breath, “Biaozi, what kind of lousy accomplice is this?”

Seeing that he was about to lose, the big man's spirits plummeted to rock bottom. He forcefully crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up and cursed at the computer relentlessly.

After scolding for a while, he suddenly realized that in the midst of the bustling medical community, someone new had appeared at some point. The man with the big feet couldn't help but be taken aback and asked, "Who are you? What brings you here?"

"Are you Hu Yao Ming?" Ye looked at the man with his feet digging into the dirt, and instead of answering, he asked a question.

"Yes, who are you?" the big man with a foot fetish asked again.

"I'm Ye! Didn't you know I was coming? Grandpa Hu, that's your grandfather, didn't he tell you?" Ye said with a smile.

"My grandfather?" Hu Yaoming grabbed his greasy hair, thought for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, pointing at Ye and said, "What? My grandfather said there's a divine doctor who has been practicing in the mountains for many years and is coming to my place to experience life. Where is this old divine doctor? Could it be you?"

Hu Yaoming couldn't help but look Ye up and down.

She was only about twenty years old, with rosy teeth and a complexion that was strikingly youthful. Although she wasn't particularly remarkable in appearance, there was something exceptionally captivating about her. Her fair and handsome face was accentuated by a pair of incredibly bright eyes.

“That’s right, ‘Old Doctor’ is me!” Ye said with a smile. “There’s a box of my belongings outside the door. Go, carry it in for me. I want the biggest bedroom, and don't repeat meals—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. As for tea leaves, I brought my own, but you have to prepare the best spring water for me. I won’t drink tea brewed with tap water!”

Yè said, arms akimbo, as she walked into the clinic.

“Hey hey, you, you stop right there, what do you think you're doing? You want the biggest bedroom? Where did you get your kids from? Have they grown up yet? You dare to come here and pretend to be a god doctor pointing fingers? Don't you know who Hu San is on Ziting Street? Who dares to speak to me like that?” Hu Yaoming finally calmed down, rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and glared.

Ye ignored him and, with his hands already behind his back, walked to the bedside of the patient in the clinic. He glanced down at the whimpering patient and asked, "What's wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"

The patient on the bed, with an IV drip, turned his head and looked at Ye with a weak voice, saying, "Menstrual cramps!"

"Are you still hanging around here, wasting time?" Ye frowned and asked.

"Hu San said I might have inflammation in my uterus and need to take penicillin to reduce the inflammation," the patient said, pale and weak.

Ye looked at Hu San in surprise and asked, "Did you give him the penicillin? Isn't your Hu family a lineage of traditional Chinese medicine?"

"What's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine? Who said TCM can't take penicillin? This is a combination of Western and traditional Chinese medicine!" Hu San Yi retorted, glaring stubbornly with eyes blinking nervously.

Ye looked at Hu San, shaking his head repeatedly: "Your grandfather really chose the right name for you."

"Of course, Hu Yao Ming! Grandfather meant that I could come knocking on doors and become renowned." Hu Dà said proudly, pointing his thumb at himself.

"You're asking for trouble!" Ye yanked the IV drip off, then carefully helped the patient sit up.

"Hey, what are you doing pulling out the IV? You, you little punk, aren't you causing a disturbance? Let me tell you, I have people in my police station!" Hu San's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone.

The leaf did not pay him any mind, but his hands didn't stop. He placed his left hand on the patient's lower back at the seventeenth vertebra and pressed lightly, asking, "Does this hurt?"

"Ouch!" the patient whispered.

Ye remained silent, producing a silver needle with a flourish. Then, with a barely perceptible flick of his finger...

Then, Hu San saw a magical scene.

The silver needle, which had originally been held in Ye's right hand, shot out with incredible speed, flying over a foot or two and landing precisely at the seventeenth vertebra of the patient, not even a fraction off.

“What… what kind of technique is this?” Hu San stumbled in shock.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand!" He said without raising his head.

"Would I not understand? Our Hu family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations…" By this point, even Hu San himself couldn't bring himself to continue. His old face flushed a bit.

He glanced at him and said with a smile, "This is the Free and Flying Needle, a unique acupuncture technique created by my master."

"Flying needles with freedom? Turns out, acupuncture can be done this way!" Hu San blinked his eyes, a sudden realization dawning in his heart.

In just a moment, Ye was already at the needle's tip, twisting it nine times before suddenly pulling out the silver needle and looking down at the patient. "How are you feeling? Is your stomach still hurting?"

Before the patient could speak, Hu San let out a burst of laughter: "My god, do you think you're Hua Tuo reborn? That's menstrual cramps, second only to childbirth pain. Every time it lasts for five days, and you think one needle can stop it? Oh my, ignorance is bliss, young people are so bold, that's hilarious..."

Little did he know, before Hu San could finish his sentence, the patient had already suspected something was wrong with his stomach. He got up and tried to take a few steps, and afterward, with a face full of astonishment and joy, he exclaimed loudly, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

"Cough, cough, cough," Hu San's words were cut short, choked in his throat, and he coughed violently.

"Hu San, I don't feel any pain anymore," the patient exclaimed, shaking Hu San's arm excitedly, his face full of disbelief. "Just a moment ago, I was in agonizing pain! How is this possible?"

Hu San forgot all about his cough, widening his eyes in astonishment at the lively patient. He stared as if he'd seen a ghost.

Ye, seeing the two men's astonished expressions, shook his head. As he put away his needles and walked towards Hu San's table, he muttered to himself, "Has traditional Chinese medicine fallen to such a low point in this secular world?"

A few steps to Hu San's table, Ye picked up a pen and paper, brush brush brush, wrote a prescription. Addressing the dazed Hu San, he said: "Done daydreaming? If you're done, come get your medicine!"

"Huh? Ai!" Hu San only felt a buzzing in his head from the shock. For a moment, his vision blurred with flying needles, then settled into a sharp pain that subsided quickly. He felt dazed and mechanically ran over, took Ye's prescription, and ground three doses of medicine without fully understanding what he was doing.

Then, she held it out to Ye with a trembling hand and said, "Here you go!"

"What do you want me to do? Take care of the patient!" Ye couldn't help but laugh and cry.

The patient had already followed over, and upon hearing this, hurriedly reached out to take the three packets of medicine.

"Cook with a big fire and simmer over low heat for 20 minutes. Drink twice a day, for three days in total." Ye briefly explained the medication instructions.

"Very good! Come back in three days?" The patient carefully passed over the medicine bag and eagerly inquired.

"Don't come back! After you finish these three doses of medicine, you'll be completely better. In the future, don't let cold water touch your period, don't drink cold drinks, and especially don't go looking for that damn thing to hang cold water!" Ye said impatiently.

The patient, upon hearing this, blushed and chuckled sheepishly. He then turned to Ye Lianlian and expressed his gratitude. Afterward, he took out a small purse and asked, "Doctor, how much do I owe you?"

"Ask him!" Ye pointed at Hu San.

"Forget it, forget it, just go!" Hu San waved his hand at the patient. A pair of old eyes stared at Ye, as if afraid he would run away.

When the patient heard this, he was pleasantly surprised: "Really? Hu Ge? Thank you! Thank you! And thank you to the little doctor!"

After she finished speaking, she sashayed away, her hips swaying with glee. There was no trace of the woman who had been writhing in pain just five minutes earlier.

Ye brushed the ash off the chair and sat in Hu San's place, smiling and looking at Hu San: "What are you looking at me for?"

"How did you do that?" Hu San propped his hands on the table, his eyes wide, and asked urgently.

"How did you do that?" Ye said with a smile.

"One needle, and the pain is gone! And it was in your back, a place completely unrelated to your stomach. How did you do that?" Hu San's eyes gleamed like those of a wolf.

“It’s a pain reliever! Not a painkiller! There’s a big difference between pain and ache!” Ye corrected Hu San’s statement. “Who told you that the place where it hurts and the stomach are unrelated? A person is an inseparable whole, how could there be any unrelated places? Menstrual cramps are caused by cold stagnation in the palace, belonging to . What I inserted was a strange point outside the meridian, also belonging to , which can lead to the flow of Qi, cure the illness, and naturally produce miraculous effects. Is it unbelievable that a single needle works wonders?”

"So that's how it is! I thought you were using some legendary ancient acupuncture technique." Hu San's eyes sparkled, filled with awe.

"Such a minor ailment, is it worth using ancient acupuncture for?" Ye chuckled lightly.

Hu San hesitated, pondering for a long time, before finally looking up at Ye and asking, "Are you really the divine physician my grandfather spoke of?"

Yè rolled her eyes, disdainfully refusing to answer his question. She pointed outside the door and said, "Don't be ridiculous! The luggage is outside. Get it inside!"

"Okay!" Hu San cried out joyfully.

With such a skilled doctor presiding over things, spring in the medical world of "Anxinlinchun" is just around the corner!