Using the acupuncture method

Grandfather Kian was stretched out on the king-sized bed, his chest rising and falling in erratic bursts. His eyes rolled back into his head, as if he were looking at the ceiling, but he seemed to see nothing in particular.

Looking at the condition that he was in, it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to hold on any further.

"Please save my grandfather" Thora said with tears in her eyes, she couldn't take her eyes off her grandfather. Right now, Ansel was her only hope.

Ansel remained silent, his focus solely on grandfather Kian. He knelt beside the bed, his fingers reaching out to feel for a pulse in the man’s thin wrist.

A clear bag of fluids hung from a metal stand, connected to Kian’s hand by a thin tube.

The drip was supposed to replenish the fluids in Kian’s body and bring some semblance of health back to him, but it seemed to be doing nothing at all.

Ansel pulled out a medium-sized box from his bag. Inside was a collection of thin, metallic needles, arranged neatly in rows