Chapter 877： Hand beaten red

Chapter 877

One repair is only a few hundred thousand.

The dummy was placed on a wooden table in the yard, with a needle kit prepared by Su Ce for Wen Qiao on the side.

Wen Qiao exhaled.

Su Ce put his hand in his pocket, took a long wooden stick in the other, and said faintly, "Qihai Cave."

Wen Qiao took a slender needle and steadily pierced it 1.5 inches laterally from the third lumbar spine.

The smile on Su Ce's mouth flashed, and the little girl was savvy.

After a few acupuncture points, Wen Qiao pierced quickly and steadily, but the sweat on his forehead slipped slowly.

Wen Qiao is strong and wants to be the best in everything.

Moreover, she studied acupuncture to relieve Fu Nanli's grandmother's pain, so she can't be half-hearted, since she has learned it, she must go all out.

To some extent, Wen Qiao and Su Ce are the same perfectionists.

Even if the sweat on Wen Qiao's forehead slowly slipped, Su Ce did not relax the assessment of her. Only Yan Shi can be a high student. Su Ce understands this truth.

"Yongquan Point."

At five o'clock in the evening, Wen Qiao had been standing all afternoon. At this moment, his brain was a little slow, and he hesitated in his hand movements, and then he was about to go to Zusanli.

'Snapped……'

The long wooden stick in Su Ce's hand struck over and hit the back of her hand. Wen Qiao's hand shook. The board was not lightly hit, and the back of her hand was visibly red.

Su Ce was expressionless: "Think about it."

Wen Qiao exhaled, thought about it for a moment, walked to the correct Yongquan acupoint with his hand, and then steadily set it down.

"Well, yes."

Wen Qiao was not hypocritical, and did not even rub the back of his hand. "Then go on, uncle."

Su Ce put down the wooden sticks in his hand: "Well, let's have dinner first. Come here today. If you practice more, your mind will be confused. Read your notes at night and strengthen your memory."

"okay."

When Su Ce tried Wen Qiao, Su Yun was watching. Except for lunch time, Qiao Qiao basically stood up. In the sun at the end of April, she was blushing and stuck in the wrong place. At the time, Su Ce did not show mercy, and was afraid that the long wooden slats would reach her hand, as cold and ruthless as if Jojo was not his niece.

Su Yun was so distressed that she walked over and grabbed Wen Qiao's hand: "It's red and swollen."

Wen Qiao didn't care: "It's okay, Mom, have dinner."

Su Yun glared at Su Ce: "Can't you just say it? You also get wooden slats, the old school's gentleman?"

Su Ce looked innocent: "This way she will remember her deeply, and she won't be wrong in the future."

"It doesn't need to be like this, you have hit it a few times, we Joe Joe has the skin and tender meat."

Su Ce glanced, the back of his hand was indeed red and swollen, "Does it hurt?"

It seems that he has no experience as a teacher, after all, A Qiao is the first student he teaches formally.

Wen Qiao: "It's okay."

Su Yun glared at Wen Qiao again: "What is okay, can it not hurt? I asked your Uncle Ji to boil an egg for you and give you a compress."

When Su Yun applied the egg to Wen Qiao, Su Ce sat next to him, and Master Yan began to engage in the soft-hearted policy: "You are already very good. I tested 320 acupuncture points today. There were four mistakes in total. You have mastered so much in such a short time , It is difficult for ordinary people to reach."

Su Yun: "Then you still beat her."

Su Ce: "I was wrong, I won't fight anymore."

Winning the compliment, Wen Qiao pursed his lips in satisfaction.

For three days, Wen Qiao finished measuring 720 acupuncture points, achieving a 100% correct rate. Mr. Robot was not scrapped, and he was safe.

(End of this chapter)