Quick Wear: Devil's Whisper

What is that thing on the kid's arm? A knitting needle?

Wang Hongliang was trembling. His father actually wanted to use that knitting needle to give him acupuncture.

As for cooking, he could understand it. After all, he remembered that his grandfather's cooking was delicious when he was a child. Maybe his ancestors were great chefs.

But he really had never heard that the Wang family had any inherited medical skills. You can't just learn the I Ching and Eight Diagrams for a few days and then arrange acupuncture for your son, right?

Wang Banxian was quite confident. He waved his hand to signal his son not to be afraid, as he knew what he was doing.

Wang Hongliang wailed, thinking to himself, what do you think?

"Dad, calm down first. Don't be impulsive. I was born with this leg, as you know. Don't mess with it. I've lived for more than 30 years and I'm used to it. Really, I don't have any inferiority complex at all."

Wang Jun's eyes lit up: "Look at you, kid. You have to tell me if you have low self-esteem! How can I know if you don't tell me? Now that Dad knows, I can cure you right away."

"No, if I could express it out loud, it wouldn't be called inferiority complex. You can't change the concept!"

Okay, Wang Jun’s patience ran out and he decided to suppress the rebellion by force.

Wang Hongliang had difficulty walking to begin with, so there was no way he could beat his father who was still strong and healthy. He was pinned to the chair in a few moves.

Wang Hongliang was filled with grief. He felt so useless. He was in his prime but couldn't beat a retired old man.

But even if he could beat him, he couldn't fight back. Although his father was unreliable, he had never done anything to let his family down.

Just do it, it won’t make things worse anyway, Wang Hongliang gave up resistance, but he still had to say what he had to say: "Please take it easy, I still have a son to raise! If you hurt me, the responsibility of raising my grandson will fall on you. But let me be frank, use me as a test subject, but don’t do it to the two children, and don’t do it to Hongmei, it’s not easy for her. Of course, it’s even worse to do it to others…"

After a scream of "Ah!", Wang Hongliang's eyes widened instantly. You just started fighting without any warning in advance?

Although the 30-centimeter-long golden needle piercing into the flesh is not excruciatingly painful, the visual effect is definitely shocking enough.

Wang Jun's hands didn't shake at all, but Wang Hongliang was shaking all over. His shivering caused the golden needle to shake as well, which looked even more frightening.

The brave Wang Yao couldn't bear to watch it, so she turned around and ran out. She had to hold her brother back and not let him see her uncle's miserable condition, otherwise how heartbroken he would be!

Wang Jun kicked the door shut to prevent the two children from seeing an even bloodier scene.

Holding the needle with one hand and adjusting its angle with the other, Wang Banxian calmly asked the patient, "How do you feel? Does it hurt? Is the force enough? Do you feel a slight numbness or itchiness?"

Wang Hongliang looked horrified. Are you asking me this? How should I answer? It just hurts!

Seeing that his silly son didn't say anything, Wang Banxian nodded with satisfaction. He said, based on his skills, even if he hadn't used his skills for more than a hundred years, it wouldn't be a big problem.

Wang Banxian, who was now more confident, gave his son a vaccination: "Don't move. The needle can be removed in ten minutes. You may bleed a little, but it's not a big amount. Don't be afraid."

What else can Wang Hongliang say? He can only wait and see!

The ten minutes passed so slowly that Wang Hongliang endured the inner torment, his eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. When there was still half a minute left, he quickly called his old father who was browsing on his phone nearby.

Wang Banxian reluctantly put down his phone, walked over and tapped the tip of the golden needle. Listening to the buzzing sound, he felt it was about right and started to remove the needle.

The moment the golden needle was pulled out, Wang Hongliang watched helplessly as a thin line of blood rushed out like a water gun.

Wang Jun quickly caught the blood in the bag. The amount of blood was not large, but the way it spurted out was a bit scary.

When the blood gathered together, it turned dark in color. Wang Jun didn't understand it, but it looked like it was detoxifying.

Wang Banxian was too lazy to give him an answer. Seeing that the blood was flowing slower and slower and the color was turning from black to red, he threw a bottle of alcohol cotton to Wang Hongliang, then sat back in his original position and continued to browse his phone.

"Press it yourself. The needle hole is not big. There is a Band-Aid on the table. Put one on yourself. Don't worry. It won't affect your bath at night. Oh, and disinfect the needle while you're at it. You'll need it next time!"

Wang Hongliang was also speechless. This was the first time he heard that medical treatment was still self-service. Could you be more unreliable?

After staring at his legs for a long time, Wang Hongliang did not dare to use any strength. He hopped on one leg to complete the disinfection of himself and the golden needle.

Wang Jun was displeased when he saw this: "Why are you jumping around? You think the people downstairs can't hear you? You don't believe in your father's medical skills. Take a few steps. If you are not sick, take a few steps quickly."

Wang Hongliang had no choice but to take two steps.

Huh? It was fine. Not only did it not hurt, but my calf felt looser. In the past, whenever it was cloudy or rainy, I would feel my calf was tight and I couldn't straighten it. I didn't expect that the pain would be relieved after the injection.

Wang Jun raised his head and chest with pride. He was not a person who would take action easily. He was the one who could bring people back to health with his miraculous healing power.

Wang Yao was relieved to see her uncle coming out of the house safe and sound.

Wang Yang didn't understand what was going on, so he came over and grabbed Wang Hongliang, asking him to look at the parent group, where the teacher had sent a new notice.

After everyone left, Jing Xi changed his mobile phone, took his eldest nephew out of the blacklist, and proudly showed off his treatment results to him. He was so outstanding and begged for praise.

Liang Qian asked why his eyelids were twitching just now until he saw the message sent by Jing Xi.

He pressed his temple weakly. How could he have forgotten about this?

In fact, Jing Xi's fighting style is simple and direct. He completely uses force to defeat skill and one move to break all tactics. Originally, it would be enough if he could knock the opponent down, but he just likes to study some "unconventional methods".

Jing Xi felt that his fighting power was already invincible, and he should develop in all aspects. Such a perfect person should not have any shortcomings.

Lord Jingxi's ideal state is to be proficient in everything, but the final result is not surprisingly that he is mediocre in everything.

In order not to undermine Jing Xi's self-confidence and to clean up his mess, the young Liang Qian was forced to learn many skills.

He felt that it was necessary for him to go and see the unfortunate Wang Hongliang after a while, so as not to hurt him again.

Being Jing Xi's son is already hard enough, and now he has to endure the double torture of physical and mental torture. It's pitiful just to think about it.

Liang Qian reflected that all previous missions had gone smoothly and Jing Xi had not caused so many troubles. Could it be that he had exploited Jing Xi too harshly this time, causing Jing Xi to rebel?

Looks like he has to change his strategy...