A Misdirection
編輯: Henyee Translations
"What nonsense are you saying!" City Lord Lin put on a stern face, which intimidated that child into clamming up immediately.
Qiao Mu shook her hand at Lin Yongyi before taking out her needle pouch and pulling a very long silver needle from it, waving it before the little boy. "It's only natural that sister won't cry. If Sister feels pain, she'll use needles to seal her acupuncture points and shut off her senses. This way, there won't be pain."
The little boy's eyes followed the needle that Qiao Mu was waving back and forth. "Sister, Sister, are you going to treat me with acupuncture?! Am I not going to hurt after that?"
"Then are you afraid?"
"I'm not! Go ahead!" The boy emphatically patted his chest with his hand.
Qiao Mu inserted a needle without hesitation, and after inserting the second one, the little boy drowsily shut his eyes.
"Carry him inside. Give me paper and a brush." Qiao Mu stood up and ordered.