"Dad, this is caused by an external wind-heat pathogen. The wind-heat invaded the exterior, causing disharmony of the lung qi, which is why you had a significant fever before, along with symptoms such as headache, dry throat and mouth."

"Dad, when did you first notice something was wrong with your body?"

Ye Xiang pondered for a moment and said, "It started about twenty days ago. Dad only started to feel a little better a few days ago, but this thing just won't go away. Niannian, do you have any ideas?"

“Yes, Dad, come with me to the inner room. I’ll give you a few acupuncture needles to expel the evil spirits. This illness can’t be left untreated for too long, or it might easily turn into bronchitis.”

Ye Nian'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she arrived in time.

If it drags on for a month, the situation will really be hard to predict.

Many people develop chronic bronchitis because they don't treat colds and fevers in time. It's a lifelong problem, and it's incredibly uncomfortable when it flares up.

Although Ye Nian'an didn't carry the set of silver needles that the Chu family had given her with her, she kept them in her spatial storage.

He made an excuse to go inside and make some preparations, but in reality, he went into his spatial dimension and took out the silver needles and some medicine.

Pretend it's something you just took out of your pocket.

After sterilizing the silver needles with candlelight, they were inserted into Ye Xiang's Dazhui, Quchi, and Hegu acupoints...

After the acupuncture was finished, Ye Nian'an asked Ye Xiang to stay for ten minutes before coming out of the inner room and giving Jin Xiangyu the cold medicine she had bought from the city.

Jin Xiangyu refused to accept it: "Niannian, medicine is too precious in this countryside. Your father is almost fully recovered and doesn't need medicine anymore. You should keep it for yourself."