Rebirth in the 80's: The Daily Life of the Villain's Mom-Chapter 252: Acupuncture Isn’t That Scary

The old man’s words, although spoken like this, were clearly without much surprise or praise for either Jiang Ran or Pei Huai. It was just a polite remark.

In the early 1980s, when university students weren’t everywhere, many people naturally respected and admired them.

But evidently, this old man was not among them.

Thinking about it, it’s normal. This old man’s status was obviously not ordinary; a university student couldn’t stir much emotion in him.

The group fell silent and quieted down.

Fortunately, they didn’t wait long before the person who left came back, carrying many bags full of what Jiang Ran needed.

Acupuncture needles are divided into steel needles, silver needles, and gold needles.

The difference is that steel needles can easily pierce the skin.

However, silver needles are relatively softer, and gold needles are even softer, not everyone can pierce them into the body.

Acupuncture is not a secretive practice, so there’s no need for others to avoid it.

Besides, even if the two people beside the old man were asked to avoid it, they wouldn’t listen.

Jiang Ran didn’t mind them, lit the alcohol lamp, toasted the silver needles, and got ready to proceed.

Seeing Jiang Ran ready to insert a silver needle into the old man’s head, Pei Huai’s reaction was even stronger than the two men behind the old man.

Pei Huai couldn’t be sure of Jiang Ran’s skills and was quite anxious seeing her do something so risky.

Though worried, Pei Huai knew not to disturb Jiang Ran at this moment, so he remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jiang Ran’s hand.

Watching Jiang Ran place needle after needle into the old man’s head and neck, in no time, the person was turned into a porcupine.

Pei Huai, "..."

Even though it wasn’t happening to him, his head and neck felt uncomfortable.

It wasn’t over just placing the needles; after a while, they had to be twisted, which made onlookers’ scalps tingle.

Jiang Ran had just finished twisting the needles and turned her head to see Pei Huai’s unspeakable expression.

"What’s up with you?"

Pei Huai shook his head, "Nothing."

Even if Pei Huai didn’t say it, Jiang Ran could guess what he was thinking.

She smiled at Pei Huai, "You don’t need to be afraid; acupuncture isn’t that scary."

It just looks a bit daunting.

If you truly understand acupuncture, you’ll know that when used well, it can save lives in critical moments.

However, there’s no need to tell Pei Huai all of this.

Pei Huai looked at Jiang Ran, thinking he wasn’t comforted at all.

Yet, before he said anything, the old man with a head full of silver needles spoke first.

"Young man, don’t be scared. Your wife’s skill surpasses many old traditional Chinese medicine doctors. You must cherish having such a wife!"

Words from someone long suffering from an illness can be trusted.

Like now, if he says Jiang Ran’s skill is good, then it’s truly good.

After all, the one being needled is him, and his feeling is the deepest.

Jiang Ran being impressive is certainly a good thing.

But Pei Huai’s feelings grew even more complicated.

Jiang Ran could teach herself to be so talented; if she had continued her studies then, got into medical school, and systematically learned, wouldn’t she have achieved a lot by now?

Just thinking about it made Pei Huai feel heavy and unable to breathe.

The duration for acupuncture shouldn’t be too long; watching the time, Jiang Ran removed the needles from the old man.