Take...take off your clothes?

Lie down?

Jiang Yan recognized each of the six words, but when they were put together and spoken by the slender, indifferent woman in front of him, they were like a thunderclap, exploding in his mind.

Jiang Yan, who has lived through countless battles and dangers, has never been so... embarrassed in his life.

Seeing his innocent look, as if he had been teased by a young maiden, Su Tang found it somewhat amusing, but her face remained cold and businesslike.

She knew he was thinking the wrong thing.

The strict separation of men and women in that era was ingrained in people's bones. Let alone taking off clothes, even accidentally touching hands could be considered a matter of moral conduct and lead to public criticism.

I'm too lazy to explain.

Time is precious, and wasting it on these trivial matters between men and women is completely unnecessary.

“The root of your problem lies in the nerve attachment points of the seventh cervical vertebra and the posterior scapula. I can’t pinpoint the location through your clothes.” Su Tang’s voice was completely flat, as if stating a simple physical phenomenon. “I want to use massage techniques to help you loosen the adhesions in your fascia and clear the blockages in your blood and qi. You’re wearing this thick training uniform, so my strength can’t penetrate. Or do you want me to ‘hit you through the clothes’?”

A series of professional yet cold words instantly shattered any rosy illusions.

Jiang Yan's face turned even redder, this time from embarrassment.

So that's how it is... It was my own thinking that was wrong, and I misunderstood.

He felt his cheeks were burning hot enough to fry an egg pancake on, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground right then and there. He was a grown man, the best soldier in the entire battalion, and the female comrade was being open and honest, wholeheartedly trying to cure him, but instead, his mind was filled with all sorts of nonsense.

"I...I..." He stammered for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth, "Okay."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito humming.

He awkwardly turned around, his back to Su Tang, feeling as if countless needles were pricking his back. He raised his hand and, with trembling hands, began to unbutton his training uniform.

Those hands, which had been holding guns for years and were as steady as a rock, capable of accurate shooting even at high speeds, were now clumsy and unresponsive. Unbuttoning a small button was a struggle; he couldn't get the buttonhole right even after several attempts. It was like defusing a bomb.

Su Tang didn't urge him. Instead, she leisurely walked to the medicine cabinet on the side, unscrewed the bottle of "bone-setting water" specially supplied by Qin Ye, and poured some into her palm.

A strong, overpowering medicinal fragrance, mixed with a barely perceptible sweetness, instantly filled the air.

Jiang Yan finally won his "battle" with the buttons. He quickly removed his shirt, revealing his strong back covered with a thin layer of muscle. The muscle lines, honed by years of high-intensity training, were smooth and powerful, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

He walked somewhat awkwardly to the bedside, and following Su Tang's instructions, he leaned over and lay down, burying his face in the cool pillow, his hands gripping the edge of the sheets tightly, as if this would shield him from some of the embarrassment.

"Relax, don't tense your muscles. If you keep like that, my strength won't be able to penetrate, and you'll be the one who gets hurt." Su Tang's voice came from behind, clear and cold, yet carrying a convincing sense of professionalism.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, trying to relax his tense back muscles, but the more he tried to relax, the stiffer he became.

Just then, a pair of hands, carrying a cool medicinal liquid, gently covered the back of his neck.

Jiang Yan's body trembled violently, as if struck by a weak electric current.

Those hands were slender, soft, and the skin was so smooth that it didn't seem like those of a female soldier who had trained for years. But when her fingertips pressed down, they carried an undeniable, penetrating force.