The scream of young Haitao made Boss Zhou nervous. He knew that Xu Xiangbei was treating his grandson's eyes, and he could not interrupt, so he could only watch from a distance.
Xu Xiangbei's fingers held the needle, and a flow of Inner Strength surged through his fingertips, heavily pressing on young Haitao's Chengqi Acupoint.
Haitao felt a surge of scorching air stream into his eyes, sending sharp pains into his brain, and he screamed again, "Uncle, what did you poke in my brain? It hurts, it hurts so much."
Xu Xiangbei was worried that young Haitao might cry from the pain, as tears at this moment could affect the acupuncture, so he quickly persuaded, "Endure it, don't cry."
Young Haitao was much stronger than he imagined, clenching his small fists, closing his eyes, nodding and saying, "I won't cry, Grandpa taught me, I have to be strong."
Seeing his grandson so sensible, Boss Zhou's eyes became moist again, and even Zhang Xuesong had a few tears.
