"Uncle, I'm scared and don't want to learn Chinese medicine anymore." Song Qiao finally cried.

Yu Zhiming finally understood that the little guy was not afraid of difficulties, but was afraid of pricking himself with needles.

This little girl has always been afraid of injections.

Yu Zhiming held back his laughter, stretched out his arms to hug the little guy, and said, "That's what my uncle is scaring you for. Traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture only hurts others, not yourself."

"Really?" Song Qiao asked in confirmation!

Yu Zhiming said seriously: "Of course it's true. Have I lied to you before?"

He said in his heart, this is a white lie. After all, it is impossible to learn acupuncture so early, at least three to five years later.

At that time, Xiaoqiao, who was in his teens, had already overcome his fear of injections.

However, Yu Zhiming needed to communicate with Ye Laotong to prevent someone from Licorice Hall from deliberately scaring Xiao Qiao with acupuncture.

At this moment, Yu Zhiming suddenly heard someone shouting in the banquet hall: "Doctor Yu, Doctor Yu, come and help me."
Chapter completed!