Old Wu only took one look before starting to insert the needles. The silver needles that were as thin as hair pierced into Zhou Heng's legs one after another until his legs were full of them.
In places, spots of blood even oozed out.
Zhou Heng seemed to be in pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Su Xiaoling turned and left.
Su Xiaolu blew on his legs and said sweetly, "Big Brother Zhou Heng, don't be afraid. It won't hurt after I blow on it. I've already learned it. I'll prick it for you tomorrow. It won't hurt so much."
Su Xiaolu also knew how to use silver needles for acupuncture. Her precision should be stronger than Old Wu's. Zhou Heng would definitely feel better if she used them instead.
Zhou Heng listened to Su Xiaolu's childish words and forced a smile. He coaxed, "Okay, thank you, Xiaolu."
Old Wu smiled and stoked Su Xiaolu's hair. He did not take her words to heart.
