"I have a lighter!" A man handed over a lighter.
"Where's the needle? Does anyone have a needle?"
"Yangyang, I have a needle!" Ni Cuihua handed over a needle threaded with string.
There's a tradition in Dam Village of pinning a threaded needle to departing children's clothing for safety and protection.
This practice is hazardous, as careless handling could injure a baby. As such, it was gradually forgotten over time and only remembered by the older generation.
The needle in Ni Cuihua's hand was taken from Little Ni Yun.
Ni Yang took the needle, heated it to red hot with the lighter, and slowly inserted it into the patient's Chengguang Acupoint on their head. As soon as the needle entered, visible vapor began to emanate from the patient's head.
The spectators were stunned!
None of them had ever seen the art of acupuncture before.
"Murder! You're committing murder!"
"Oh my God! What is she doing!"