Chapter 877 The Hand Was Beaten Red

It’s only a few hundred thousand per repair.

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

Wen Qiao breathed out.

Su Ce put one hand in his pocket, took a long wooden stick in the other, and said calmly: "Qihai Point."

Wen Qiao took a slender needle and stabbed it steadily 1.5 inches from the spine of the third lumbar vertebra.

A smile flashed across Su Ce's lips. The little girl had some understanding.

Wen Qiao stabbed several acupuncture points quickly and steadily, but the sweat on his forehead slowly slipped away.

Wen Qiao wants to be strong and want to be the best in everything he does.

Moreover, she wanted to learn acupuncture to relieve Grandma Fu Nanli's pain. She couldn't do it half-heartedly. Now that she had learned it, she had to go all out.

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

Even though the sweat slowly fell from Wen Qiao's forehead, Su Ce did not relax his assessment of her. Only a strict master can produce a good disciple. Su Ce understood this truth.

"Yongquan Point."

It was around five o'clock in the evening. Wen Qiao had been standing all afternoon. Now his mind was a little sluggish. His hand movements hesitated for a moment, and then he was about to prick the Zusanli point.

'Snapped……'

The long wooden stick in Su Ce's hand came over and hit the back of her hand. Wen Qiao's hand shook. The blow was so hard that the back of her hand turned red visibly.

Su Ce said expressionlessly: "Think about it carefully."

Wen Qiao exhaled, thought carefully, moved his hand to the correct Yongquan point, and then firmly inserted it.

"Yeah, right."

Wen Qiao didn't show any pretense 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 it for today. No matter how much you practice, your brain will be confused. Read your notes at night and strengthen your memory."

"okay."

When Su Ce tested Wen Qiao, Su Yun was watching from the side. Except for lunch time, Qiao Qiao basically stood. The late April sun had been shining all afternoon. Now her face was red and she was pierced in the wrong place. Su Ce was not merciful, he just grew wooden sticks for fear of getting into her hands, as ruthlessly as if Qiao Qiao was not his niece.

Su Yun was 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: "Can't you just say no? Are you still making wooden sticks? Are you from a private school in the old society?"

Su Ce looked innocent: "This way she will remember it deeply and she won't make mistakes in the future."

"There's no need to do this. You've beaten her several times. Our Qiaoqiao has thin skin and tender flesh."

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, Aqiao is the first student he has formally taught hand-in-hand.

Wen Qiao: "It's okay."

Su Yun glared at Wen Qiao again: "What's wrong? Does it not hurt? I asked your Uncle Ji to boil an egg for you and apply it on you."

When Su Yun was applying eggs to Wen Qiao, Su Ce was sitting next to him, and Master Yan began to adopt a gentle policy: "You are already very good. I tested 320 acupuncture points today, and you only made four mistakes in total. You have mastered so much in such a short time." , which is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.”

Su Yun: "Then you still beat her."

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

After receiving the compliment, Wen Qiao pursed his lips in satisfaction.

In three consecutive days, Wen Qiao measured 720 acupuncture points with a 100% accuracy rate. Mr. Robot was not scrapped and was safe and sound.