"What are you catching?" They've all run away, there's nothing to catch.
Su Qiao glared at him fiercely and turned away.
Li Minglang, who had been waiting on the side, quickly adjusted his glasses and walked forward with a gentle face: "Miss Su, do you still remember me?"
Su Qiao's gaze lingered on his face for two seconds. "Are you... the doctor at the health center?"
Unexpectedly, Su Qiao still remembered him. Li Minglang smiled and nodded: "Yes, I am the doctor."
Thinking of the important matter, he quickly pointed at Mr. He beside him and said:
"Oh, by the way, Miss Su, this is Mr. He, he is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, and he is very interested in your acupuncture techniques."
He Lao smiled and introduced himself: "Hello, little girl, my last name is He, you can just call me Grandpa He."
As he spoke, he pointed at the young man who had just fought with Su Qiao and said, "This brat is my grandson, named He Chengwu. He is a martial arts fanatic and hopes you can forgive his recklessness just now."
He Chengwu quickly apologized with a smile: "Well, I'm sorry, I just saw that you were very agile and your punches and kicks had special rules, so I offended you on impulse."
Li Minglang explained: "Ms. Su, my mentor and his team came here specifically to see you, what do you think...?"
When Su Qiao saw the doctor, he understood their intentions. He frowned slightly and refused directly: "I have said before that my acupuncture method will not be passed on to others."
“This…?” Li Minglang turned around and looked at Mr. He.
Mr. He didn't care about Su Qiao's attitude and said with a smile:
"Su girl, I promise you, I'm not asking you for advice on acupuncture. I just want to see if your acupuncture is as magical as my student said."
Before Su Qiao could reply, Fu Jingyao, with a cold face, took Su Qiao's hand and walked away, "Sorry, she has something else to do."
Li Minglang's eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes behind the glasses. Then he looked at He Lao: "Teacher, what should we do now?"
He Lao had a calm expression and shook his head slightly: "Some ancient inheritances have ancestral teachings, so it's normal not to pass them on to others."
The little girl was able to fight with his grandson for so long, which showed that her martial arts skills were quite good.
In this day and age, to be able to maintain such a systematic martial arts style, the girl must be the descendant of some master, or her ancestors must be capable people.
This makes sense considering that he had such miraculous acupuncture skills.
Mr. He and his three companions came with high hopes but left disappointed. However, except for Li Minglang who was a little discouraged, the other grandfather and grandson were in a very good mood.
After arriving home, Fu Jingyao still had a cold face and a bad tone: "Where are you hurt?"
"It's okay, those little thugs can't hurt me." Su Qiao looked disapproving.
"I'm asking about that guy named He, whether he hurt you." Fu Jingyao looked sour.
The man surnamed He almost had his eyes on her.
And that doctor, who I met last time at the health center, actually came all the way to the village.
Su Qiao didn't get what he was concerned about at all. "Oh, no, it's just a touch. No one will get hurt."
Fu Jingyao's face turned even uglier: "Humph, that's enough, are you still not satisfied with the fight? Do you want to fight him more?"
Su Qiao realized that he was angry, blinked, and explained in a gentle voice: "I saw that he was not from the village, and I was afraid that he would hurt the villagers, so I wanted to test him a little more."
"You only care about the people in the village. Why don't you think about yourself?"
She is a girl, her legs are not even as big as the other person's arms, yet she dares to fight with him.
Fu Jingyao was almost pissed off by her and went back to his room angrily.
With a 'bang', the door was slammed shut.