Jin Yu looked at the row upon row of needles flashing with silver light, and his scalp tingled.
He was afraid of nothing in this world, save for these thin and long silver needles.
As a child, he had been seriously ill and had to get injections every day for a whole year.
Over time, Jin Yu developed something called "fear" toward these silver needles.
What's this about?
Jin Yu looked incredulously at Old Wu.
Could the old man be seizing the chance to exact revenge?
Receiving Jin Yu's resistant gaze, Old Wu smiled kindly, "Are you thanking me?"
Old Wu thought Jin Yu was trying to garner sympathy by feigning agony. Knowing Jin Yu's fear of needles, and to make his acting more convincing, he decided to lend him a hand.
"Come on, don't be scared, take your clothes off," he said as he reached out to pull on Jin Yu's clothing.
Jin Yu quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and stepped back, "No, no need, I'm all right now."
