Although Chu Zhengwei sat back down on the sofa, his gaze remained firmly fixed on Shen Nian, never wavering.
"Nian, why don't you stick a few more needles in me!"
Chu Zhengwei's reasoning was simple. Just one needle had produced such a great effect, so a few more would surely work even better!
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Chu Zhengwei's words left everyone before him not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Chu Deming, in particular, looked like he was about to burst into tears.
'Oh, Dad, for heaven's sake! Didn't I just tell you we have to take things slow? How did you get addicted to acupuncture already! Those are needles! You can't just stick them in randomly!'
"Grandpa, we can't just use the needles haphazardly. You can't get fat from one mouthful—we have to take our time. Besides, for your condition right now, acupuncture isn't the primary treatment. What's more important is proper conditioning and recovery."
"Alright, alright. Nian, I'll do whatever you say."
