Silver Needles Beneath the Morning Light

Yana Tyson and Wren Tyson looked at each other for a moment before silently nodding.

Neither father nor daughter hesitated anymore.

The morning breeze drifted quietly through the courtyard, rustling the bamboo leaves overhead. Sunlight filtered through the carved wooden roof of the pavilion, scattering soft golden patterns across the stone floor beneath their feet.

Yana stepped a little closer toward Julian D’Aurelius.

The distance between them unconsciously shortened.

Her long black hair brushed lightly against her shoulder as she looked directly into his golden eyes.

"Alright," she said softly yet firmly. "I swear, as long as Young Master Julian can heal my father’s legs, the Tyson Family will stand with the D’Aurelius Family through thick and thin."

There was no hesitation in her voice.

Only sincerity.

Only determination.

For the Tyson Family, promises carried enormous weight.

Especially promises involving life debts.

Wren Tyson also gave a faint smile from his wheelchair.

Though years of paralysis had worn down parts of his spirit, traces of the once-dominating Gold Realm expert could still be seen in his eyes.

"Young Master Julian," he said calmly, "if I can stand up again and regain my Gold Realm strength, it will be enough to protect the D’Aurelius Family."

As he spoke those words, a sharp aura briefly flickered around him.

Even weakened, he was still the former number one expert of Valemont.

The pressure from decades of martial cultivation could not disappear so easily.

To him...

The kindness Julian had shown already exceeded what words could repay.

Compared to that, what was a little danger?

The Obsidian Wing was terrifying, yes.

But the Tyson Family had never been cowards.

Meanwhile, Yana quietly observed Julian’s expression.

For some reason, every time she looked at him now, her emotions became increasingly complicated.

This man was mysterious.

Dangerous.

Yet strangely reassuring.

Even his calmness seemed contagious.

Julian noticed both of their expressions and finally nodded slowly.

"Then it’s settled."

His tone was relaxed, but inwardly, he felt slightly relieved.

Having the Tyson Family officially tied to the D’Aurelius Family would significantly reduce future risks.

Especially once Wren Tyson recovered.

A restored Gold Realm expert...

That kind of deterrence alone would be enough to frighten many people.

Julian lightly tapped the table beside him with his fingers before speaking again.

"Then please get me some silver needles and a pen. I’ll write a prescription, and then you can bring me the herbs I need."

The moment those words fell, Yana’s eyes instantly brightened.

Even Wren Tyson unconsciously straightened slightly in his wheelchair.

There was real hope now.

Not comforting words.

Not empty promises.

Actual treatment.

Julian had already secretly examined Wren Tyson’s legs while they spoke earlier.

Honestly speaking...

The condition was severe.

Years ago, Wren Tyson had suffered catastrophic internal damage during battle.

Not only were the nerves in his legs damaged, but the flow of internal energy throughout his lower nervous system had almost completely collapsed.

Years of paralysis had caused his muscles to gradually atrophy.

His blood circulation was weak.

Several vital points were practically dead.

Most Ancient medicine practitioners would already declare such injuries untreatable.

Even senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood could only suppress the worsening condition.

But suppressing was not healing.

However...

The Miracle Medicine Record contained several terrifying treatment methods capable of reviving damaged nerves and restoring circulation.

The knowledge within it was almost monstrous.

Julian honestly felt the Tyrant System was ridiculous sometimes.

As long as rewards didn’t directly enhance combat power, they were absurdly overpowered.

[This broken system really gives some insane support abilities.]

[No wonder those protagonists always become miracle doctors halfway through the story.]

[Still... healing old injuries like this is genuinely troublesome.]

[If this old man wasn’t a future ally, I honestly wouldn’t bother spending this much effort.]

Yana stood quietly nearby, her expression subtly changing as she heard his inner thoughts again.

Even now, hearing his voice directly inside her mind still felt surreal.

But one thing became clear—

Julian truly could heal her father.

The excitement in her chest became harder to suppress.

"Please wait a moment, Young Master Julian."

Without wasting another second, Yana immediately turned and arranged for servants to bring the necessary items.

The entire Tyson household became busy almost instantly.

Servants hurried through corridors.

Orders were passed rapidly.

Within minutes, a delicate wooden box filled with sterilized silver needles was brought into the courtyard.

At the same time, writing materials were respectfully placed before Julian.

Julian casually picked up the brush and began writing the prescription.

His movements were smooth and steady.

Several rare herbs quickly appeared across the paper.

Black gendarme.

Frost spirit orchid.

Seven-leaf marrow vine.

Blackheart root powder.

Yana quietly watched from nearby.

The more she looked...

The more shocked she became.

Though she wasn’t an Ancient medicine expert, she still recognized several ingredients.

Every single one was incredibly valuable.

Some were even difficult to obtain through normal channels.

Julian finished writing and handed the prescription over calmly.

"These herbs need to be prepared carefully. The dosage cannot be wrong."

Yana immediately accepted it with both hands.

"I’ll personally get them."

There was no trace of the Tyson Family’s proud young lady now.

Only earnest seriousness.

After everything tonight, her trust toward Julian had already risen enormously.

Once Yana left to prepare the herbs personally, the atmosphere in the courtyard quieted again.

Julian stood up while holding the silver needle box.

"Uncle Tyson, let’s go inside. I’ll start with Acupuncture Theropy."

Wren Tyson nodded slowly.

"Alright."

He maneuvered his wheelchair toward the inner room while Julian followed behind.

The treatment room inside the courtyard was spacious and quiet.

A faint sandalwood fragrance lingered in the air.

Soft sunlight entered through partially opened wooden windows.

Julian placed the silver needle box beside the bed before calmly examining Wren Tyson’s legs again.

Years of paralysis had clearly left their marks.

The muscles below the knees had shrunk slightly compared to a normal martial artist.

The skin appeared pale due to poor circulation.

Several nerve pathways were almost entirely blocked.

Even touching certain areas produced no reaction.

Wren Tyson silently clenched his fists.

Although he maintained calmness outwardly, inwardly, he was extremely nervous.

Because this moment...

Might truly determine whether he could stand again.

For years, he had already begun losing hope.

Yet now, hope suddenly returned.

That feeling alone was enough to make even a former Gold Realm expert struggle to stay calm.

Julian first sterilized the silver needles carefully over prepared medicinal alcohol and flame.

His movements were calm and practiced.

Not rushed.

Not hesitant.

Almost elegant.

Even Wren Tyson couldn’t help showing surprise.

This level of confidence did not look like someone pretending.

Julian then slowly circulated internal energy according to the methods recorded in the Miracle Medicine Record.

A faint warm aura gathered around his fingertips.

The first needle descended.

Swift.

Precise.

The silver needle pierced directly into an acupoint located along Wren Tyson’s calf.

The moment the needle entered—

Wren Tyson’s body suddenly trembled violently.

His eyes widened instantly.

For several seconds, he completely froze.

Then—

His voice erupted with disbelief and shock.

"I can feel a prickling sensation."