A blind healer reads life and death by touch, and a single horn board can break through countless calamities! Yang Tianci is blind, yet his hands can see through people's hearts!
When his fingertips press the Back-Shu points, a flush at the Heart-Shu point tells him greed is hidden within, while a chill at the Kidney-Shu point reveals a guilty conscience. The horn board his grandfather left him can do more than locate the source of an illness. It can also expose the schemes beneath people's skin. When Zhao Shanhe barges in to cause trouble, brandishing expired licorice root, Yang touches the Kidney-Shu point and exposes his gambling-debt scam. When Grandpa Chen hides a secret diagram of a branch of bone diagnosis, Yang detects his long-buried guilt through the tremor of his heartbeat.
Shen Guhong's shadow clings to him. His training school is reported, Grandpa Chen's grandson is held hostage while critically ill, and even his five-year-old daughter, Yaya, can see the black threads of death wrapped around people! Fortunately, Jin Hongyuan arrives with golden needles to help. Yaya's picture book of light and shadow can reveal malice, and his bone-reading art can turn bones into blades!
His blind cane taps across every flagstone in Liaocheng, while his horn board lays countless hypocrites low. When bone diagnosis collides with the dark schemes of the human heart, Yang Tianci insists on protecting the tradition and breaking through dead ends with a pure heart, showing the martial world: So what if he's unlicensed? A blind man's hands can still uncover justice!
"You're blind and still dare to open a clinic? Aren't you just putting people at risk?"
Amid the bitter winds of Liaocheng in the twelfth lunar month, Yang Tianci clenched the horn board worn smooth in his palm. Though blind, he kept a palpation clinic running with his family's ancestral bone-reading art. By feeling the bumps along a spine and the lines of a wrist bone, he could identify the root of an illness. In three years, the people he had saved could line up from one end of the alley to the other.
But no one knew what lay behind those "miracle hands." The Bone-Reading Art manual his grandfather pressed into his hands on his deathbed was both a medical treasure and a death warrant. Back then, the family was ruined because of this art
