The Strongest Dad in the 1980s: Fu Bao is the daughter of Heaven

After Uncle Zhang finished drinking the smelly and bitter medicine, Tangtang went in to prepare for the injection.

This will be her third injection for Uncle Zhang.

But before getting the acupuncture, Tangtang took Uncle Zhang's pulse.

"How is it? Is it much better?" Uncle Zhang asked.

Tangtang nodded, "Well, it's better."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said to Chen Feng, "Look, I said that my body feels much better, and it turns out I'm fine."

Chen Feng was also happy, "Well, it's okay to feel much better. If you keep taking medicine and seeing a doctor, you will definitely get better soon."

Uncle Zhang nodded and looked at Tangtang kindly, the more he felt that this child was not simple.

He has been practicing medicine for decades. When he was young, he learned some skills from an old doctor and began to explore and treat diseases at the same time. Although he is not a very powerful doctor, he has treated diseases and saved countless lives.

But today, in front of a three-year-old child, he felt that his medical skills were not enough.

Aaron came in just in time and saw Tangtang's hand on Uncle Zhang's wrist.

He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What are you..."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly: "Tangtang likes to play with my uncle."

"It's okay, it's okay." Uncle Zhang also waved his hand and signaled to his grandson, "Along, you go out first, I will play with the child for a while, Xiaofeng, you go out too."

Uncle Zhang knew that Chen Feng didn't want too many people to know about Tangtang, so he wanted to protect her.

Chen Feng nodded, and then took Aaron to talk in the yard.

"Brother Long, it just so happens that I'm discussing raising children with you. I don't know a lot, so I want to ask you."

Although Aaron thought there was something strange here, he was quickly taken away by Chen Feng's topic.

"Okay, if you ask, I take care of half of my children. I have a lot of experience in raising children."

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Inside the room, Uncle Zhang motioned to Tangtang, "Tangtang, let's start!"

"Uh-huh."

The little guy took the needle and set it up, entering the needle pricking mode.

Once she enters the field of treating diseases and saving people, Tangtang's whole aura will change. She is beyond serious and mature for her age, making people dare not treat her as a child easily, but a doctor with excellent medical skills.

While Tangtang was busy, she said, "It will hurt a little more this time. You need to let the air out."

"Well, it's okay, uncle is not afraid of pain."

Tangtang nodded and added, "I will also bleed you."

"Okay, do whatever you say."

Afterwards, Tangtang quickly started pricking needles on Uncle Zhang's body and head.

Uncle Zhang only felt pain radiating from his limbs. He didn't feel much pain at first, but later he felt more and more uncomfortable.

Tangtang patted him gently, "It's okay, it won't hurt in a while."

Uncle Zhang felt pain, but seeing the comfort on the child's face, he suddenly felt it didn't hurt anymore.

He smiled and said: "It's okay, uncle doesn't feel any pain."

"It hurts, it hurts, it needs pain to heal."

"Okay, okay, uncle, it hurts, but it's okay."

Tangtang nodded with satisfaction.

After waiting for a while, Tangtang felt that time was enough, and pointed at Uncle Zhang's hands, "This, you need to poke it."

"How to poke?" Uncle Zhang asked.

"Poke it with a needle."

Tangtang pointed to her silver needle, "This one is too small to poke. Is there a bigger needle?"

Uncle Zhang thought there were sewing needles in the room and nodded, "Yes, yes, I'll get them right away."

Tangtang nodded and smiled at the old man.

Sewing needles are not small, because most people nowadays sew clothes, not with the precise fine needles, but with thicker needles.

As for such a big needle, Tangtang gestured to Uncle Zhang’s fingertips, “Prick it here.”

"Well, it's okay, just go ahead and pierce it!"

The old man handed the sewing needle to Tangtang and gestured.

For him, pricking his finger doesn't hurt much.

But Tangtang stretched out her ten fingers and said, "You need to prick so many."

"It's okay, Zha, uncle is not afraid!"

Tangtang nodded, "Then stretch out your hand."

"it is good."

Tangtang also used alcohol to sterilize the needle, and then wiped the old man's finger before poking it in.

As the so-called ten fingers connect to the heart, it will definitely hurt if this needle is inserted, but Uncle Zhang still has a smile on his face.

Prick one with sugar and squeeze it hard with your hands.

One, two, three... all fingers should be pricked once.

Probably because of the effect of the silver needle, blood kept coming out of Uncle Zhang's finger without squeezing it.

Tangtang didn't even have time to squeeze, so he pricked them all and then squeezed them away one by one.

The blood is not bright red, but black and red.

Uncle Zhang asked: "Is this blood bad? Do we need to let it out?"

Tangtang nodded, "Well, yes."

In traditional Chinese medicine, bloodletting is quite common to treat diseases.

However, before Tangtang could finish her work, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Dad, I heard someone say..."

Before Aqiang finished speaking, he opened the door and saw his father's head full of needles, and his hands were bleeding.

The child Tangtang is holding his father's hand and squeezing the blood.

Out of worry, when he saw this scene, Aqiang immediately shouted: "Tangtang, what are you doing?"

Uncle Zhang said quickly: "Don't shout, don't shout, my head hurts."

Aqiang ran back excitedly because he had just received a prescription from outside that was said to be useful in treating illnesses, and he planned to try it.

Unexpectedly, I saw this scene when I came in.

The old father's head was covered with needles, and Tangtang was still making his old father's hands bleed.

Aqiang, who was already worried about the elderly's health, first thought of the harm.

He quickly asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"

When he came closer, he looked at the handkerchief on the table, which was full of blood. "You...you're not asking a child to treat you, are you?"

Chen Feng and Aaron happened to be chatting in the backyard, and rushed over when they heard the sound.

Aqiang said quickly: "Afeng, when you said you were treating my dad, you didn't ask a child to prick his head with needles, right? Look, my dad's hands are full of blood. What are you trying to do?"

After all, everyone doesn’t know much, so it’s normal to be suspicious when you suddenly see a child doing something like this.

Chen Feng also understood, so he quickly explained, "Uncle, don't worry, my Tangtang is very powerful. If you believe in her, she will definitely be able to help my uncle."

But Aqiang couldn't hear it.

"A Feng, it's not that I don't believe you. If you say that you have learned a lot now and have prescriptions to cure diseases, I believe you too. How can a child believe it?"

As he spoke, he wanted to pull out the silver needle from his old father's body.

Chen Feng quickly took Uncle Aqiang's hand, "Uncle, listen to me, listen to me..."

When Aaron saw it, he couldn't help but persuade him: "Dad, let's not worry about this. Tangtang is still young, but in our traditional Chinese medicine, it is very common to treat diseases and save people with acupuncture."

"Aaron, why are you so confused?"

Aqiang was very worried about his old father's health, so he didn't dare to let a child mess around.

Seeing his persistence, Uncle Zhang suddenly shouted, "Stop arguing, I believe in Tangtang."