A Billionaire CEO Brings His Child Home: The Awakening of the Stay-at-Home Dad System

The cut surface of a tile was as sharp as a razor blade, slicing a gash about seven or eight centimeters long on the outside of Chen Bingzhong's forearm.

The skin and flesh were torn open, and fresh blood dripped down the fingers, splashing dark red spots into the cement dust on the ground.

"Second Brother!"

Chen Zhenhua suddenly stood up from the stool, almost dropping his teacup.

But his expression wasn't one of worry, but rather a kind of frightened panic, mixed with a smug "See, I told you so" kind of schadenfreude.

Shen Xiaoting saw the blood on her grandfather's hands, and her face turned pale instantly.

She jumped off the stool, ran to Chen Hao's side, clutched her father's trouser leg with her little hands, and her voice was trembling with tears:

"Dad! Grandpa's bleeding! Lots of blood! Quick, take Grandpa to the hospital!"

The viewers in the live stream also saw it—

"Uncle is injured! He's bleeding a lot!"

"Host, take your uncle to the hospital quickly! This wound looks quite large!"

"Hurry up! Don't pack up the tools!"

"It was probably cut by a tile. These kinds of wounds are prone to infection, so you need to go to the hospital for treatment."

Chen Zhenhua stood to the side, looking at Chen Bingzhong's bleeding arm, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Instead of offering help, he stood to the side with his teacup in hand and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Second brother, you're getting old, so don't try to be a hero. You're helping your son with chores, and you've hurt yourself in the process."

Ah Hao, look at him, your dad got so hurt trying to help you.

"If you hadn't insisted on renovating that old house, your dad wouldn't have gotten hurt..."

Chen Hao ignored Chen Zhenhua's words.

He put down his tools, quickly walked to his father's side, squatted down, grasped his father's arm, and carefully examined the wound.

The wound is on the outside of the right forearm, extending from about three centimeters above the wrist joint to below the elbow joint, with a length of about seven to eight centimeters.

The deepest part shows subcutaneous fat tissue, but the deep muscle layer and major blood vessels are not damaged.

The bleeding appears to be substantial, but it's primarily oozing from ruptured capillaries, not spurting blood.

This indicates that the artery is not damaged.

[Ding! Divine-level medical skill triggered—]

Injury diagnosis: Laceration of the skin on the outer side of the right forearm, 7.5cm in length and 0.3-0.5cm in depth, without damage to the muscle layer or major blood vessels.

Bleeding type: Venous and capillary bleeding.

Risk level: Low.

Treatment plan: Stop the bleeding, clean the wound, disinfect, and bandage.

A series of solutions instantly flashed through Chen Hao's mind—

Western medicine uses pressure to stop bleeding, debridement and suturing, and aseptic bandaging; traditional Chinese medicine uses acupuncture to stop bleeding, external application of wound medicine, and internal administration of Panax notoginseng powder.

He quickly assessed the pros and cons of the two options—

Western medicine's method of stopping bleeding by applying pressure requires continuous pressure for five to ten minutes, followed by wound cleaning and bandaging, which is relatively slow.

Traditional Chinese medicine's acupuncture hemostasis can stop bleeding quickly within one minute by stimulating specific acupoints, with even faster results.

He chose acupuncture.

"Dad, don't panic, I'll handle it." Chen Hao's voice was calm, with a reassuring confidence.

Chen Bingzhong clutched his bleeding arm, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.

He was stunned for a moment when he heard his son's words: "You handle it? How are you going to handle it?"

"I know medicine," Chen Hao said.

This statement stunned everyone present.

Chen Bingzhong stared at his son, his eyes wide: "When did you learn medicine?"

Shen Xiaoting looked up at her father, her little face full of disbelief: "Dad, can you treat illnesses?"

Chen Zhenhua, standing to the side, was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed.

That kind of laughter wasn't a happy laugh, but a mocking, gloating laugh.

"Ah Hao, what you're saying is too outrageous! It's already strange enough that a coder like you knows how to do interior design, but now you're saying you know medicine? Don't joke around with your dad's life."

Second brother, you'd better hurry to the village clinic, don't listen to your son's nonsense—"

Chen Hao ignored him.

He reached into his robe with his right hand—

Actually, the item was taken out of the system inventory.

Take out a box.

The box is dark brown, made of wood, about the size of a palm, with a very smooth surface, without any patterns or words.

He opened the box; inside was a layer of black velvet cloth, on which lay a dozen or so gold needles neatly arranged.

They vary in length and thickness, with the longest being fifteen centimeters and the shortest only three centimeters. The tip of each needle is as fine as a hair, gleaming with golden light in the sunlight.

【Bian Que Golden Needle – A system-produced needle modeled after the golden needles used by Bian Que during the Warring States period. Forged from 24K gold and a special alloy, the needle body is flexible, the tip is sharp, and it has excellent thermal and electrical conductivity, making it suitable for various acupuncture therapies.】

When viewers in the live stream saw Chen Hao take out a box of gold needles, the chat section exploded—

"Wait, what did the streamer take out? Golden needles?"

"Is this acupuncture? The streamer knows acupuncture?"

"No, Uncle's wound is bleeding. Are you going to take out a needle and prick him?"

"Hey streamer, don't do anything reckless! Let's get her to the hospital right away!"

"I believe in the streamer! The streamer was so good at cooking and decorating before, maybe he really does have medical skills."

"But only experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors know how to stop bleeding with acupuncture. How could a young person like the host possibly understand it?"

When Chen Zhenhua saw Chen Hao take out a box of gold needles, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed even louder:

"Ah Hao, what are you doing with those needles? Are you going to sew clothes for your dad? Second brother, look at your son, he's taking out needles to give you acupuncture, why don't you get out of here—"

Chen Hao picked out a gold needle from the box—

It is about ten centimeters long, with a slender needle body and a sharp tip.

He wiped the gold needle with an alcohol swab, then held his father's arm with his left hand, held the needle in his right hand, aimed at an acupoint two centimeters above the wound, and quickly inserted it.

His technique was extremely fast—

The moment the needle pierces the skin, the thumb and forefinger gently twist it, and the needle body rotates slightly under the skin, with the depth controlled to about three-tenths of an inch.

This acupoint is called "Kongzui," which is the Xi-cleft point of the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin and has a special effect on stopping bleeding.

He chose this acupoint because the wound was on the outer side of the forearm, while the Kongzui acupoint was on the inner side of the forearm. They corresponded perfectly, and their meridians were connected. Needling this acupoint could constrict local blood vessels and quickly stop the bleeding.

[Ding! Acupuncture hemostasis procedure completed. Divine Medical Skill experience points +156!]

Before Chen Zhenhua could finish laughing, he saw Chen Hao actually stick the needle into Chen Bingzhong's skin, and his expression turned into an exaggerated, deliberately feigned terror:

"Ah Hao, you actually stabbed him? Your dad's bleeding hasn't stopped yet, and you've poked a few more holes in him—"