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Chapter 7: Needle Therapy
All were stunned. As the head of the Liu family, Liu Ji commanded immense respect in Ninghai—even the leaders of the four great clans addressed him as “Elder Liu.”
Yet here he was, kneeling before a man in his twenties, calling him “Uncle.” It was unthinkable, a fairy tale.
Liu Han rushed to help his father up, but Liu Ji slapped his hand away.
“Fool! I’m kneeling to an elder. Aren’t you going to kneel too?” he thundered.
“Father, this is…,” Liu Han faltered. Kneeling to a man his son’s age? It was unthinkable.
“Are you defying me?!” Liu Ji roared.
Liu Han sighed, dropping to his knees beside his father.
The livestream chat erupted. Many viewers were from Ninghai, well aware of the Liu family’s power. This scene baffled them.
“Is that really Elder Liu? Could it be an actor?”
“No—definitely Elder Liu. My God, what’s Little Joy’s brother’s deal? From a fool to someone even Elder Liu kneels to? Unbelievable!”
“Remember what her brother said earlier… could there be truth to it?”
“Ridiculous. He’s in his twenties—how could he have written Ninghai Restaurant’s plaque? It’s been there since the restaurant opened. And the Li Mansion story? Impossible to explain.”
…
Zhou Xue, glancing down at her phone, found her stream had cut off. She frowned—“Stream frozen” flashed on the screen, confused.
At the Tremolo Live headquarters, a supervisor exhaled. He’d been monitoring streams when he saw Liu Ji kneel. Realizing disaster, he’d frozen the stream instantly.
“This is big. Must report to the general manager,” he thought, escalating the issue.
The general manager, upon hearing, called immediately.
“Xiao Hai, good call. That’s Elder Liu of Ninghai—highly sensitive. Any footage of him kneeling must be erased,” he ordered sternly.
Xiao Hai, praised, fawned, “All thanks to your guidance, sir. I’ll keep your words close, work diligently.”
The general manager added, “Find out who that streamer is. All her info—fast.”
Xiao Hai hurried to comply.
Hanging up, the general manager frowned. Whoever could make Elder Liu kneel was a titan. The streamer must be important too. He needed details—to avoid offending someone powerful.
Back in the Ninghai Restaurant private room.
Zhou Tian glanced at Chen Hong. “Drag that fool out for treatment. Lucky, he might survive.”
Chen Hong glared at the unconscious Zeng Jie. If not for his outburst, maybe he’d still have a chance. Gritting his teeth, he bowed. “Enjoy your meal, Senior. I’ll take my leave and return later.”
Signaling his men to carry Zeng Jie away, he departed.
Liu Ji, gazing at Zhou Tian with reverence, could barely contain his excitement.
“Uncle Zhou, sixty years… I thought you’d…”
Zhou Tian waved it off. Time meant little to him.
“Xiao Ji, you’re old now. No need to kneel. These years—have you fared well?” he asked calmly.
Liu Ji nodded. “Thanks to you, Uncle. Many forces showed me respect. The Liu family’s thriving.”
Zhou Tian’s eyes flickered. “You’re gravely ill.”
Liu Ji sighed. “My health fades, but dying after seeing you—no regrets.”
Zhou Tian said flatly, “We’re fated to meet again after sixty years. I’ll help you.”
Liu Ji’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Zhou, you mean…?”
Zhou Tian looked to Liu Han. “Fetch a set of acupuncture needles.”
Liu Han froze. Needles?
Liu Ji snapped, “Hurry! Do as Uncle Zhou says!”
Liu Han rushed out, returning soon with a box of needles, handing them to Zhou Tian.
Examining the needles, Zhou Tian said, “Relax later. It’ll take seconds.”
Liu Ji nodded. “I trust you, Uncle.”
Liu Han watched, puzzled. Acupuncture? His father’s ailments—cancer, rheumatism, cirrhosis—were incurable. What could needles do?
Zhou Xue watched, silent, curious.
Zhou Tian flicked a finger. The needles hovered, trembling softly.
Onlookers gasped—such skill was unheard of, like magic.
With a gentle push, Zhou Tian sent the needles flying, piercing Liu Ji’s body.
Liu Ji paled, spitting blood. Liu Han lunged forward. “Father!”
Liu Ji waved him off, chuckling hoarsely.
Others stared, confused. Why laugh after spitting blood?
Liu Ji, gazing at Zhou Tian with adoration, dropped to his knees again.
“Uncle Zhou! Thank you for saving my life! I’d serve you as ox and horse to repay this!”
