This is called finger pinching, a well-known form of torture. Qian Xinxin, with her delicate nature, was cruelly pinched, immediately feeling pain and struggling, yet unable to resist.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing? Even though our young master has offended you, you cannot take advantage of this." the bodyguard roared.
Even Bai Xin seemed a bit reluctant and suggested, "Da... Dadan, what are you doing? Isn't he trying to cure the Qian boy?"
"Don't misunderstand me," Zhang Dadan sneered, "I don't intend to take revenge on him alone. I will make him suffer!"
"A man's fingers have many acupoints. I don't have silver needles now, so I can only use chopsticks to stimulate his acupoints!"
Bai Lexin admired Zhang's bold medical skills and was deeply impressed. To him, it was undoubtedly natural, but his bodyguard remained unconvinced.
Just as the bodyguard could no longer bear to look, Zhang Dadan changed his grip and applied greater strength, pinching fiercely.
