Emelin handed the old man a lollipop, and then he was settled.

Then Ling Zhenfei began to insert the needles. His technique was steady, precise, and swift, without much pain, so the old man didn't resist.

After placing all the Silver Needles, Ling Zhenfei transferred some of his Northern Spiritual Energy into the old man's brain.

The Silver Needles had already locked all meridians in the old man's body, so the Northern Spiritual Energy could only circulate within his mind, nourishing his brain to restore some damaged meridians.

Of course, that wasn't all; for the first time, Ling Zhenfei used his own soul for soul nourishment.

His soul easily entered the old man's Spiritual Sea and discovered that the old man's soul was somewhat sluggish, surprising Ling Zhenfei greatly.

Souls typically have shapes, but the old man's Northern Spiritual Energy was shapeless, just a mass of mist.

Moreover, this cloud-like entity was astonishingly weak and could dissipate at any moment.

Ling Zhenfei was deeply shocked, unable to fathom why this had happened.

He enveloped the mist with his soul and used his soul's aura to nurture it.

Ling Zhenfei had never encountered anything like this; he felt it wasn't a simple case of Alzheimer's.

While exploring the old man's Spiritual Sea, Ling Zhenfei unexpectedly discovered something.

There was a small needle within the Spiritual Sea.

It was an extremely fine needle, undetectable without Soul Sensing.

The needle resembled the ones shot from Ling Zhenfei's Storm Mixed Yuan Pearl, embedded in the Spiritual Sea with discreet precision.

Using his soul and Divine Sense to examine the needle, Ling Zhenfei felt it was extraordinary, imbued with a peculiar aura.

Retracting his Divine Sense, Ling Zhenfei gently exerted force, using his Northern Spiritual Energy to extract the needle.

Ah!

The old man screamed, truly in pain this time.

The needle had been in his body for so long that the flesh around it had healed over. Forcibly extracting it caused great pain.

Emelin was extremely shocked, hurriedly asking, "What's going on?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Everything's fine and normal, but there's something I need to ask you."

Emelin was slightly surprised, asking, "What's the matter?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Did the old man's illness suddenly appear?"

Emelin replied, "Yes. My father's mind was sharp before; our family's wealth was largely due to his intellect.

No one expected he'd change so suddenly, starting half a year ago. Many doctors were surprised at how quickly Alzheimer's had progressed."

Ling Zhenfei knew things weren't that simple and asked, "Do you really think your father's illness is that straightforward?"

Emelin was taken aback, saying, "Are you indicating there's more to this illness?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Of course, illnesses have causes, known as pathogens. Traditional Chinese medicine advocates addressing the root cause; your father's condition is even more complicated."

"How so complicated?" Emelin asked curiously.

Ling Zhenfei said, "When he first fell ill, what did you think the cause was before any diagnosis was made?"

Emelin thought for a moment and said, "I initially thought my father was poisoned."

Ling Zhenfei nodded, saying, "That's correct; your father has been poisoned."

Emelin reacted with shock, saying, "Poisoned? But I've consulted so many doctors, none mentioned poisoning; all diagnosed Alzheimer's."

Ling Zhenfei stated, "That's why you sought my help; even if Alzheimer's is treatable like a common cold, without identifying the pathogen, it can't be cured fully.

Your father was poisoned subtly, generally unnoticed. You were fortunate to find me; otherwise, you wouldn't know the true cause until after his passing."

Emelin's entire demeanor changed, muttering in a foreign language that Ling Zhenfei couldn't understand.

Emelin said, "Who could it be, using such a method against my father?"

Ling Zhenfei responded, "You probably have a vague idea of who might want to harm your father. I'm just a doctor, not inclined to interfere. I've merely informed you of the illness's cause."

Emelin asked, "Is there a chance my father might recover?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "I can ensure his condition won't further deteriorate, but it's uncertain how much he can recover."

"Thank you, Mr. Ling," Emelin's face still shows uncertainty, clearly her mind is filled with countless thoughts.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Don't rush; things are moving towards improvement. I've extracted the source of disease, stopping further deterioration."

Emelin asked, "May I see what was removed?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Of course, perhaps you'll recognize its origin."

After speaking, Ling Zhenfei opened his palm for Emelin. She saw a trace of blood along with a fine white strand like a hair.

Emelin widened her eyes, saying, "What is this? I've never seen it before."

Ling Zhenfei explained, "It's understandable you haven't seen it. It contains neurotoxin, which infiltrated your father's nerves, leading to his current state."

Emelin said angrily, "Who could be so cruel to poison like this?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "This isn't my question to answer, but I'll thoroughly cleanse your father's nervous system, hoping it's not too late."

Emelin said, "I truly implore your help, Mr. Ling."

Ling Zhenfei continued treating the old man, shifting focus to eliminate the neurotoxin.

Ling Zhenfei was proficient in toxin removal; he'd performed similar tasks countless times.

Midway through the process, Ling Zhenfei said, "I need to perform alchemy soon and require a few ingredients. Could you buy them for me?"

Emelin replied, "Please write down the herbs you need, and I'll purchase them."

After listing the necessary herbs, Ling Zhenfei handed it to Emelin. Though she's a foreigner, she's knowledgeable about Huaxia culture, so there shouldn't be issues.

Emelin went to buy the herbs.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei had his own reasons for sending Emelin to buy the herbs.

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