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

"Shut up."

Chen Hao didn't even look up; his voice wasn't loud, but his tone was as cold as ice.

Chen Zhenhua was momentarily speechless; he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

Chen Hao continued administering acupuncture.

After inserting a needle into the Kongzui acupoint, he also inserted a needle into the Lieque and Hegu acupoints.

Lieque (LU7) is located on the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin, and Hegu (LI4) is located on the Large Intestine Meridian of Hand-Yangming. The two meridians are internally and externally related, and their combined use can enhance the hemostatic effect.

His technique was very steady; the angle, depth, and number of twists of each needle insertion were all precise, without the slightest hesitation.

[Ding! Acupuncture hemostasis procedure completed. Divine Medical Skill experience points +143!]

Shen Xiaoting stood to the side, her little hands clutching her father's trouser leg, her eyes fixed on the wound on her grandfather's arm.

She saw her father stick several gold needles into her grandfather's arm, her little face full of confusion and tension, but she didn't cry or make a fuss because she trusted her father.

Chen Bingzhong sat on a stool, watching his son insert needles into his arm.

He felt a tingling, warm sensation near the wound, as if something was flowing in his blood vessels, tightening the muscles around the wound...

Forty seconds.

Chen Hao glanced at the wound on his father's arm—the bleeding rate had slowed down significantly. The blood that had been seeping out was now slowly seeping out, almost stopping.

Fifty seconds.

The bleeding from the edges of the wound has completely stopped.

No fresh blood was flowing from the exposed skin and flesh; only some residual blood remained on the wound surface, which had begun to congeal.

Fifty-five seconds.

Chen Hao gently wiped away the blood around the wound with a clean gauze—no more blood seeped out.

The wound was clean, with only a tear in the skin, but not a drop of blood.

Shen Xiaoting's eyes widened: "Daddy! Grandpa's stopped bleeding!"

Chen Bingzhong looked down at his arm—the wound had indeed stopped bleeding.

The wound that was bleeding profusely just now is now quiet, and the skin around the edges has changed from bright red to light pink.

He looked up at his son, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The viewers in the live stream also saw it—

"It's stopped?! It's really stopped?!"

"Less than a minute! The bleeding really stopped!"

"Holy crap!!! You really know medicine, streamer!!!"

"I studied Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the acupoints Kongzui, Lieque, and Hegu are indeed acupoints for stopping bleeding. The anchor's selection of acupoints is very accurate."

"But to achieve this effect with acupuncture hemostasis requires at least a decade of experience. How old is the anchor?"

"Believe it or not, I believe it. The streamer can cook, do renovations, plumbing, furniture making, and acupuncture—he can do everything."

"This gold needle is also very special; it doesn't look like an ordinary acupuncture needle, it must be specially made."

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Chen Zhenhua stood to the side, holding a teacup in his hand, his mouth agape, his eyes wide open.

He looked at the gold needle in Chen Bingzhong's arm, and at the wound that had stopped bleeding.

The expression on his face changed from mockery to shock, and from shock to a complex, indescribable look—

There was resentment, jealousy, disbelief, and the embarrassment of being publicly humiliated.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but it felt like something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"This...this is impossible..."

He murmured softly, but everyone in the courtyard heard him.

Shen Xiaoting released her grip on her father's trouser leg, ran to her grandfather's side, and stood on tiptoe to look at his arm.

After confirming that there was no more bleeding, she turned around, looked up at Chen Hao, her little face full of admiration and pride.

"Daddy's so amazing!" Her clear and loud voice echoed in the quiet courtyard.

"Dad can do everything! Dad can build houses, make furniture, cook, and even cure illnesses! Dad is the most amazing!"

Chen Bingzhong sat on the stool, looked down at the gold needles on his arm, and then looked up at his son.

His eyes were a little red, his lips trembled slightly, and then he reached out and patted his son's shoulder.

"Ah Hao, when did you learn this?" His voice was a little hoarse.

"I learned it outside," Chen Hao smiled, without explaining further.

He knelt down and carefully examined his father's wound—

The hemostasis effect was very good, and the skin around the wound was normal in color, without turning purple or black, indicating that blood circulation was not affected.

He used tweezers to pull out the gold needles one by one, wiped them clean with alcohol wipes, and put them back in the box.

"Dad, just clean and disinfect it when you get back, and then bandage it up."

The wound isn't deep, it doesn't need stitches, and it will heal in a few days.

Chen Bingzhong nodded and stood up.

He glanced at Chen Zhenhua standing beside him—

Chen Zhenhua was still standing there, his face turning red and white in turns, holding the teacup in his hand, unsure whether to hold it or put it down.

"Let's go back," Chen Bingzhong said, without glancing at Chen Zhenhua a second time.

Chen Hao carefully put the box of gold needles into his tool bag.

He bent down and picked up his daughter, supporting her little bottom with one hand and lifting the tool bag with the other.

"Tingting, let's go home."

"Mmm!" Shen Xiaoting hugged her father's neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and looked at Chen Zhenhua, who was still standing in the yard, and whispered a sentence.

"Dad, I don't like that Third Grandpa. He speaks very rudely."

Chen Hao gently patted his daughter's back: "If you don't like him, you don't have to pay attention to him."

He carried his daughter and followed her father out of the yard.

Chen Zhenhua stood alone in the empty courtyard, holding a teacup in his hand; the tea in the cup had gone cold.

He watched the Chen family of three leave, his lips moved several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He looked down at the pool of blood Chen Bingzhong had left on the ground, then looked up at the completely renovated house—

Snow-white walls, brand-new windows, smooth floor, and a bright, spacious kitchen.

He recalled what he had just said—

"Staying at home like a salted fish is a waste of time."

"What do you know about medicine if you're just a coder?"

"Are you taking out these needles to sew clothes for your dad?"

Every word he utters now feels like a slap in the face.

He gulped down a mouthful of cold tea, then turned and left.