"Alright, I'll start the acupuncture for you."
Ye Xuan agreed, rolled up Sun Dahai's pant leg, then aimed for an acupoint on the inner thigh. Gently twisting the silver needle in his hand, he aimed at the atrophied, emaciated thigh and stabbed it in forcefully!
Inserting the silver needle without deviation into the atrophied muscle, deeply piercing the acupoint, Ye Xuan rotated the needle a few times and looked up to ask Sun Dahai, "Uncle Sun, do you feel anything?"
Sun Dahai shook his head and said, "No, Xiaoye, maybe you should try another acupoint?"
Ye Xuan nodded, changed to another acupoint, and asked again after inserting the needle, "How about now, Uncle Sun?"
"Still nothing." Sun Dahai gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
Furrowing his brows, Ye Xuan withdrew one silver needle and changed to another acupoint: "How about this spot?"
"No!"
"How about here?"
"Still nothing."
"This spot..."
"Nothing..."
