Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu's face immediately turned ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit.

Xu Damao!

This guy is determined to kill him.

He was either going to get injections or squatting by the fence, and either option made him very uncomfortable.

But compared to squatting by the fence, getting acupuncture seems more tolerable.

When that unreliable old Chinese medicine doctor arrives, let him needle my thighs. My legs are already useless anyway, so he can needle me however he wants.

Seeing that Jia Dongxu had stopped making a fuss, Qin Huairu sighed and said, "Alright, then let's ask the doctor to give Dongxu a couple of acupuncture treatments. As long as it can cure his sleepwalking problem, a little suffering is nothing. The main thing is for everyone's good, so that Dongxu won't scare you when he sleepwalks."

“Alright, since you have no objections, let’s make some preparations in advance.” Seeing that the situation was about right, Second Uncle Liu Haizhong stepped forward to take charge: “Liu Guangqi, Shazhu, you carry Jia Dongxu in first, Xu Damao, go and prepare some ropes.”

As the person in charge, Liu Haizhong was quite good at assigning tasks, and he could explain things clearly in just a few words.

Xu Damao was a little confused: "Second Uncle, why are we preparing ropes?"

Since Jia Dongxu can't stand up in the fight right now, there's no need to prevent him from escaping, right?

Even if you let him run, it would be good if he could crawl out of the yard in ten minutes.

"You don't understand, do you? Traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture requires the patient's cooperation. People like Jia Dongxu, who have brain diseases, are very emotionally unstable. So, in order to ensure that the acupuncture can be carried out smoothly, you should tie him up first."

"Well, if you ask me, just tie it to the table in the central courtyard, and the doctor can start the injection as soon as he arrives."

Hey!

Xu Damao's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he gave Liu Haizhong a thumbs up: "It has to be Second Uncle, he's much more thoughtful than us."

When the time comes, tie Jia Dongxu up on the table, and he'll be a lamb to the slaughter, a fish on the chopping board. We can stab him as many times as we want.

Without a word, Sha Zhu and Liu Guangqi rolled up their sleeves and lifted Jia Dongxu up from the ground.

Jia Dongxu panicked. Why did you have to tie him up when you're just giving him acupuncture?

What if I prick the wrong spot?

He, Jia Dongxu, still has to continue contributing to the Jia family's prosperity!

"Don't tie me up, I'll cooperate."

"Shazhu, Liu Guangqi, put me down right now!"

Jia Dongxu struggled frantically while shouting loudly.

But with his current abilities, there is absolutely no way he can escape from Sha Zhu's clutches.

And so, Jia Dongxu was forcibly lifted onto the table. Xu Damao also found ropes at home, and in order to disgust Jia Dongxu, Xu Damao tied him up in a way that was shameful.

First, he spread Jia Dongxu's legs apart and tied them to the left and right sides respectively.

"Xu Damao, why the hell are you tying my legs up?!" Jia Dongxu felt this position was too indecent and was so ashamed that he wanted to curse.

Who doesn't know that Jia Dongxu can't stand up because of his disability in both legs?

What's the point of binding the legs?

Could it be that you're worried about jumping up and running away when you get a shot?

But Xu Damao completely ignored Jia Dongxu, as he was already immersed in his own bondage art.

In no time, Jia Dongxu was tightly tied to the table, his body spread out in a starfish shape, with a rope wrapped around his neck. In Xu Damao's words, this was to prevent Jia Dongxu from banging his head against the corner of the table.

Throughout the entire process, Qin Huairu didn't say a word, and even took the time to lock Banggeng at home.

She knew that Jia Dongxu couldn't escape this ordeal, and could only let Xu Damao and the others finish their torment before she could take Jia Dongxu back.

If it were before, she could have asked Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai for help, which would have definitely saved Jia Dongxu. After all, no matter how powerful Xu Damao was, he couldn't possibly be a match for Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu.

Unfortunately, the Jia family can't find a single ally in the entire courtyard now.

Meanwhile, the person who was the main culprit in the family's verbal abuse is currently undergoing labor reform.

So Qin Huairu had no choice.

He should be punished for his own actions. Hopefully, after this incident, Jia Dongxu will calm down and stop pretending to be a ghost to scare people late at night.

Soon, Yan Jiecheng arrived with the old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Where is the patient? Take me to him quickly!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor, carrying a medicine box, rushed into the courtyard with shining eyes; just looking at him made him seem unreliable.

Other TCM doctors are usually calm and collected, unlike him who is so impulsive and whose eyes are practically overflowing with excitement.

What do you mean?

Having finally caught a patient, they couldn't wait to show off their medical skills.

"Come, come, this way please, the patient has already been bandaged up for you!" Xu Damao, not one to shy away from making things worse, led the old Chinese medicine doctor all the way to Jia Dongxu.

"His head was hit, causing him to develop mental illness. He's been sleepwalking frequently lately, which has frightened quite a few people. His condition..."

"You start driving for me!"

Before Xu Damao could finish speaking, the old Chinese medicine doctor interrupted him, then shoved him aside and made him lie down in front of Jia Dongxu, examining him with great seriousness.

Seeing the old Chinese medicine doctor's unusual reaction, Jia Dongxu finally felt relieved.

Is it a mental illness or something else?

This old Chinese medicine doctor is the one who's really mentally ill, isn't he?

What doctor's eyes light up when they see a patient?

"Yes! He is definitely mentally ill!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor raised his hand to touch his goatee, then grabbed Jia Dongxu's wrist and began to take his pulse.

After a moment, he nodded and said, "He definitely has sleepwalking!"

"A miracle doctor!" Xu Damao exclaimed from the side, then eagerly asked, "Miracle doctor, will his condition require long-term treatment?"

"Oh!" The old Chinese medicine doctor waved his hand, "No need, one treatment will be enough!"

"Huh? Doctor, please take another look. I'm afraid one treatment won't be enough to cure him, right?" Xu Damao wanted the old Chinese medicine doctor to change his mind. If he could cure him in one treatment, it would be too easy for Jia Dongxu.

"Hmm? Are you questioning my medical skills?"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's expression changed, and his cold gaze swept over Xu Damao.

Xu Damao wanted to curse right then and there.

If I praise you as a miracle doctor, do you really think you're one?

"Alright, alright, you go ahead and treat him. Let's see if you can cure his mental illness."

Upon hearing this, the old Chinese medicine doctor opened his medicine box, took out a roll of cloth, and unfolded it to reveal two neat rows of silver needles.

To be fair, this old Chinese medicine doctor was quite well-prepared; he had at least a hundred silver needles.

"As long as I take action, I can cure any ailment instantly!"

After saying that, the old Chinese medicine doctor took out two long silver needles, disinfected them briefly, and then walked up to Jia Dongxu, holding one in each hand.

"Qin Huairu, come save me!"

"This old man isn't here for treatment, he's here to kill me! Help me!"

Now, the only person Jia Dongxu can rely on is Qin Huairu.