It only costs a few hundred thousand to repair it.
The dummy was placed on a wooden table in the yard, next to which was the needle bag that Su Ce had prepared for Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao exhaled.
Su Ce put one hand in his pocket and took a long wooden stick in the other hand, and said lightly: "Qi Hai acupoint."
Wen Qiao took a thin needle and inserted it steadily 1.5 inches away from the third lumbar spine.
A smile flashed across Su Ce's lips. The little girl is quite understanding.
Wen Qiao pierced several acupuncture points quickly and steadily, but the sweat on his forehead slowly slid down.
Wen Qiao is strong-willed and wants to be the best at everything he does.
Moreover, she learned acupuncture to relieve the pain of Fu Nanli's grandmother, so she couldn't do it half-heartedly. Since she had learned it, she had to give it her all.
To some extent, Wen Qiao and Su Ce are both perfectionists.
Even though the sweat slowly dripped down Wen Qiao's forehead, Su Ce did not relax his assessment of her. He understood that only a strict teacher can produce an excellent student.
"Yongquan acupoint."
It was a little after five in the evening. Wen Qiao had been standing for the whole afternoon. His mind was a little slow at the moment. He hesitated for a moment and then was about to insert the needle into the Zusanli acupoint.
'Snapped… '
The long wooden stick in Su Ce's hand hit the back of her hand. Wen Qiao's hand shook. The blow was not light, and the back of her hand turned red visibly.
Su Ce said expressionlessly: "Think about it carefully."
Wen Qiao took a breath, thought carefully, moved his hand to the correct Yongquan acupoint, and then stabbed it steadily.
"Yeah, that's right."
Wen Qiao was not hypocritical and didn't even rub the back of his hand, "Then continue, uncle."
Su Ce put down the wooden stick in his hand: "Okay, let's have dinner first. That's all for today. If you practice too much, your mind will be confused. Look at your notes in the evening and strengthen your memory."
"okay."
When Su Ce was testing Wen Qiao, Su Yun was watching from the side. Except for lunch time, Qiao Qiao basically stood all the time. She had been exposed to the sun in late April for an entire afternoon, and her face was now red. When he stabbed the wrong place, Su Ce was merciless and just stabbed her with the wooden stick, as if he was afraid that Qiao Qiao would get into his hands. He was so cold and heartless as if Qiao Qiao was not his niece.
Su Yun felt so distressed that she quickly walked over and grabbed Wen Qiao's hand: "It's red and swollen."
Wen Qiao didn't care: "It's okay, Mom, let's have dinner."
Su Yun glared at Su Ce and said, "Can't you just talk it over nicely? You're still using wooden sticks. Are you a teacher from a private school in the old society?"
Su Ce looked innocent: "This way she will remember it clearly and won't make mistakes again in the future."
"That's not necessary. You hit her several times. Our Qiao Qiao is very delicate and tender."
Su Ce took a look and saw that the back of his hand was indeed red and swollen. "Does it hurt?"
It seems that he still has no experience as a teacher. After all, A-Qiao is the first student he has formally taught.
Wen Qiao: “Not bad.”
Su Yun glared at Wen Qiao again: "What do you mean it's okay? How can it not hurt? I asked your uncle Ji to boil an egg for you and apply it to your skin."
When Su Yun was applying the egg to Wen Qiao, Su Ce was sitting next to her. The strict teacher began to adopt a conciliatory policy: "You are already very good. Today, 320 acupuncture points were tested, and only four were wrong. It is difficult for ordinary people to master so many in such a short time."
Su Yun: "Then why did you hit her?"
Su Ce: "I was wrong. I won't fight again."
After receiving the compliment, Wen Qiao pursed his lips in satisfaction.
For three consecutive days, Wen Qiao tested 720 acupoints with a 100% accuracy rate. Mr. Robot was not scrapped and was safe and sound.
(End of this chapter)