Seeing the gleam of disdain in the corners of his eyes, Yun Dingchu curled his lips, a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, his eyes dimmed, and with a press of his knuckles, the needle on his fingertips slowly penetrated into the muscles on his buttocks.
The sick king He grabbed the quilt on his chest tightly and pulled the quilt material into dried pickles.
At this moment, he had a strong impulse and wanted to snatch the silver needle from her hand and throw it away.
However, on second thought, he thought that if she could not cure him after being disabled for so many years, I believed that she would not be able to repay him once, so I suppressed the urge to push her away.
Silver needles of different lengths were inserted into the Peihuan point, the Weizhong point, the Huantiao point, the Leap point, the Fengshi point, the Yanglingquan point, and the Tiaokou point.
In short, almost all the acupoints were inserted.
Twisting a small needle gently with her fingertips, the movements were very gentle, and she raised her head from time to time to observe the subtle expressions of the paralyzed king.
Even if her eyebrows moved or her skin trembled, she could readjust the strength of her fingertips.
As the strength of her fingertips slowly increased, he felt his body gradually heat up and his skin became slightly rosy.
She patted him on the back and when he turned around, she quickly gestured to him and said, "Do you feel it?"
The woman's face was sincere.
Under the candlelight, there were beads of sweat on her flat and plump forehead.
The paralyzed king understood that this woman was not joking with him, but was sincerely treating his leg disease.
He nodded lightly, "It hurts a little, but the pain is not very strong."
"Does it feel hot?"
"Yes."
He nodded again, this time staring at her rosy face with burning eyes, and lightly lifted his thin lips and said: "Hot."
"Hold on tight."
She communicated with him through lip language again.
"how long" "Half an hour."
She covered his exposed skin with the quilt, fearing that he would catch a cold.
Although they were husband and wife, they were in name only, and they had not consummated their marriage yet, so she did not regard him as her husband.
At this time, in Yun Dingchu's heart, he was one of her patients, and doctors are like parents.
She must love and protect him.
Thinking of so many needles stuck in her butt, Dong Lingfeng really felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to turn around and pull them all out.
However, thinking that this was the first time she had treated him so seriously, he probably believed her for once.
Besides, he could feel his lower limbs.
At least, he could feel a slight heat, and the heat was like a gurgling stream.
Although, This feeling is not very strong, even a little ethereal, very weak, very indifferent, but it is much better than a deep pool of the Dead Sea.
It was precisely because of this that he chose to believe her.
Since that battle, he has lost feeling in his lower legs.
Over the years, he has experienced countless famous doctors, but they were helpless.
Finally, he made up his mind to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Unexpectedly, it turns out that dead trees can also bloom.
The slight heat flowing through his body made him choose to trust his mute princess.
Because his buttocks were covered with dense silver needles, he could only throw himself on the bed and let a woman apply needles on his buttocks.
The majestic man who once galloped on the battlefield and fought bloody battles felt a little embarrassed. .
He cast a sidelong glance at the woman and saw a lock of black hair hanging down from her forehead, adding a touch of charm to her.
Only by clenching her ten fingers into a fist could he stop himself from trying to pull the lock of hair down her cheeks.
The urge behind the ear.
"Zhang Wei, bring the spicy food."
Ever since Dong Ling Fengzhen fell out of bed and Zhang Wei was awakened, he left space for the prince and the princess to have their own world.
However, he stayed outside the door and never left, fearing that his master might need him.
He was not here again, which angered his master.
After serving the sick king for many years, Zhang Wei had already known some of his living habits.
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"Yes."
Although his voice fell, Zhang Wei, dressed in a navy blue eunuch uniform, ran in like a rabbit, holding a small red lacquered wood basin in his hand.
There were some red peppers of about the same size in the basin, which were shiny and oily.
His body is covered with small wrinkles like dried plum blossoms.
In Xiangguo, this kind of thing is called dry pepper.
The stems are thick and short, and the leaves are pointed and round.
The fruit grows at the intersection of the stems and stems, with the tail pointing toward the sky.
The fruit is not big and the shape is very beautiful.
However, the taste Take a sip and it will definitely make you stick out your tongue and drink two large glasses of water.
Dongling Fengzhen reached out and picked out a pinch from the small red lacquered wood basin, stuffed it into her mouth and held half of it in her mouth, leaving the other half exposed in the center of her two red lips.
"Take it out."
Dingchu saw her and was furious.
Of course she knew the thing in the pot, Xiangtian Spicy.
Not many people could resist the spicy smell.
This damn paralytic actually has a hobby of having spicy food on his lips
"What?"
Zhang Wei naturally couldn't understand what her lips were saying.
Seeing the princess's face was a little gloomy, he asked tremblingly.
Zhang Wei glanced at the exposed buttocks of the prince next to the princess.
Oh my god, this mute put so many needles on the prince’s butt, but the prince was not annoyed at all.
He let her jade hands touch the little silver on his buttocks.
The needle goes back and forth.
Seeing Zhang Wei standing there like a piece of wood, Dingchu reprimanded in his heart, "Death prison."
Freeing up a hand, he grabbed the small basin from Zhang Wei's hand, placed it on the side window lattice with a bang, and then pulled out the small chili pepper from the sick king's mouth.
"What are you doing, princess?
This is the lifeblood of the prince."
Zhang Wei was so frightened that his face turned purple.
He didn’t even know what the fault of this mute man was.
He actually dared to rip off the little spicy food in the prince’s mouth.
If it were in the past, the prince would have been furious.
However, today is strange.
The prince Not only was he not annoyed, he folded his hands on his mandible and raised his brows at him.
Not only was his lower limbs disabled, he was also sick, his breath was a little weak, and his blood vessels were blocked.
He actually dared to eat such spicy food.
Traditional Chinese medicine said that people should avoid eating spicy food even if they have a cold.
However, he was fine, and he was still able to eat spicy food.
Has the habit of putting small spicy peppers in his mouth.
After listening to Zhang Wei's words, Yun Dingchu's face became even worse.
He pulled out the needles on his buttocks one by one, carefully put them in his small surgical bag, and then put the small surgical bag back on his sleeve. middle.
Then, he lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and started squeezing and kneading his buttocks with ten fingers.
His familiar techniques and serious attitude made Zhang Wei stunned.
About half an hour later, Dingchu wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, took a look at his red butt muscles, and reached out to signal him to turn over.
Now she was going to massage his front.
Dong Lingfeng really didn't understand her lip language, but she just wanted to show off.
She always thought that she would just press his back and that would be it.
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He didn't expect that she would also treat his front.
She even took off the mattress and pants, and he But it's bare.
"That's it for today."
After holding it in for a long time, I was too embarrassed to spit out a few words.
Yun Dingchu pulled the quilt that he held tightly to his chest and shook his head at him with a smile to express his rejection.
Yes, she couldn't give up halfway.
Today, she had to open up all the blood vessels in his lower limbs.
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