Su Qiao quickly asked the old village chief to find thick canvas and wide elastic bands, and simply transformed them into a medical chest strap.
The Internet was unusually silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.
"Oh my god, did you hear that? The kid said it doesn't hurt anymore."
"I heard it. He said the needle point was hot, his chest didn't hurt anymore, and he could breathe again."
"How amazing! Could this be the magical acupuncture technique of traditional Chinese medicine?"
"I've seen my mother do acupuncture at the hospital's physical therapy department, but it wasn't this miraculous."
"Could it be that Su Qiao is a hermit master? Or a disciple of a master?"
"I don't know whether they are superior or not. I only know that some people were slapped in the face again."
"There are also some female celebrities who, without any basis, randomly accuse others, saying that others are doing experiments or that others are poisonous. I really don't know what they want to do. Are they trying to stir up public outrage or to instigate something?"
"What does Xia Yao have to do with it? Xia Yao's behavior is the most normal, right? Who would not stop someone from sticking such a long needle into a child's chest?"
"That's right. Xia Yao has always been outspoken and simple, and she doesn't have any bad intentions. She's just worried about the child. What's wrong with that?"
Although some people questioned Xia Yao's actions, more people defended her.
This is also because Xia Yao’s previous image has been fixed in everyone’s mind.
Su Qiao fixed the thick chest strap on Xiaobao's chest and back, and then fixed it with multiple layers of 6CM thick medical tape. Then he carefully carried the person to the door panel where the quilt had been removed and placed.
"Okay, carry it to the carriage behind me. Be careful when you carry it, don't bump into anything."
The old village chief quickly directed a few of the stronger ones:
"You guys, be careful, hold the door panel down on the road, and don't let it fly up, understand?"
"Don't worry, Village Chief. We know what to do. Besides, we still have Xiao Qiao."
Along the way, Su Qiao drove carefully, trying to drive as fast as possible without making the car shake too much.
Fu Jingyao didn't know when he went to the passenger seat with the medicine box and sat there without saying a word.
Su Qiao just glanced at him and ignored him, concentrating on driving.
Xiaobao was quickly sent to the town’s health center.
Su Qiao asked Fu Jingyao to accompany Grandma Liu and sit on a bench outside the corridor while she ran around to collect various expenses.
As soon as the door of the operating room opened, Mrs. Liu hurried forward and said, "Doctor, how is my grandson?"
The male doctor took off his mask, revealing his handsome and gentle face.
"Two ribs were broken, but you handled it promptly and the emergency treatment was extremely appropriate. The ribs did not penetrate into the internal organs or damage the chest wall, which would have caused a more serious situation. I have already fixed the ribs. After a month of recuperation, there will be no problem."
"Then I feel relieved. Thank you, thank you, doctor!" Old Mrs. Liu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt weak all over.
Fu Jingyao hesitated for a second, then reached out and helped her sit down on the chair beside him.
The young male doctor pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, his eyes sparkling with curiosity: "It's like this, I want to ask, which master inserted the silver needle into his body?"
When talking about this, Mrs. Liu was very excited: "It was Xiao Qiao, it was Xiao Qiao who did it, and she went to pay for it for me."
"Little Joe?"
The male doctor was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Which master is he? What's his last name?"
Just as Mrs. Liu was about to answer, she saw Su Qiao coming down the stairs and pointed at her and said,