Jiang Bing quickly obeyed and turned Jin Zhengyi over, his back facing upwards, his head and face tilted to the side.

The massage didn't hurt. Halfway through, Jin Zheng seemed to feel that his body, which had been cold for a long time, began to warm up. He felt the temperature.

Of course there would be temperature. When Song Yun was massaging him, she injected a lot of internal energy into his various acupoints to help him open up his acupoints and smooth his meridians.

"Alright." Song Yun withdrew her hand. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She wiped the sweat off with a handkerchief and said to Jin Zhengyi, "Try to move your fingers."

Kim Jong-un couldn't do it at first.

Song Yun guided him, "Close your eyes and try to sense your hand first. Use your strong will to find it and drive it."

Jin Zheng was greatly encouraged and closed his eyes as he was told. With his willpower and experience, he was able to sense his arms and fingers. He almost used up all his strength and snapped his fingers a few times.

"It's moving, it's really moving, oh my god! oh my god!" Zheng's mother was so excited that tears were streaming down her face.

Although it was just a slight movement, it was a complete beginning and a starting point of hope.

"Very good." Song Yun looked at Jin Zhengyi with appreciation. "Well done. From now on, as long as you have the strength, you should practice this movement constantly. Not just this hand, but all four limbs. It will be very beneficial to your recovery."

Jin Zheng's face was full of excitement, and he nodded vigorously. He felt that all the hardships he had just endured were worth it.

The first acupuncture and massage treatment was over. Song Yun handed the prescription for the ointment to Zheng's mother and said, "These are the herbs needed to make the ointment. You should try to get them as soon as possible." The herbs are all common herbs and can be found in the hospital's Chinese medicine department. Zheng's mother is a formal employee of the factory with a good salary, so it is not difficult for her to get all these medicines.

Zheng's mother took the prescription, glanced at it, and found that she couldn't understand it, so she carefully folded the prescription and put it in her pocket, "I'll go right away."

Jiang Bing opened his mouth, but seeing how happy and anxious his aunt was, he swallowed the words back. Forget it, if his aunt wants to go, let her go. He will prepare lunch.

It was already 1:30 in the afternoon, and Song Yun was still busy with her husband on an empty stomach. Her aunt was now so focused on her husband that she probably hadn't even thought about having lunch.

Zheng's mother left in a hurry.

Jiang Bing went to the kitchen and found that there was nothing on the stove except a few steamed buns. He couldn't even find a scallion.

Jiang Bing simply took out the money he had on him and counted it, then decided to go to the state-owned restaurant to buy some food.

The good state-owned restaurant was not far from the cotton mill’s staff quarters, and Jiang Bing quickly bought back one meat dish and two vegetable dishes. The meat dish was braised pork, and the vegetable dishes were stir-fried cabbage and potato chips.

I didn’t buy any rice, but instead steamed a few frozen buns from the kitchen.

It was already half past two when the steamed buns were ready, and Zheng's mother came back with a big bag of medicine.

After lunch, Song Yun started to boil the ointment. Estimated time was at least six hours, and it would not be ready immediately after boiling. In other words, Song Yun would not be able to go home tonight.

"Officer Jiang, could you please help me book a room at a nearby guesthouse?" Song Yun was busy with her hands and shouted to Jiang Bing who was talking to the main hall with the main mother.