Chapter 226 Applying Medicine to Him

When Kong Wange came out of the bathroom, she unconsciously paused.

The man, who should have been on the living room sofa, was now leaning against the headboard with his upper body exposed.

The man was lean and wiry, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

His skin is very fair, but he doesn't look frail. Because he exercises regularly, he exudes a strong and energetic aura.

He simply sits there, and he has the ability to draw all eyes to him.

Kong Wange's throat moved slightly, and she said in a tight voice, "I told you to sit, so you just sat here?"

When Murong Ting saw her come out, he naturally sat up straight and said somewhat innocently, "The sofa is small, I was afraid you wouldn't have enough room to move around."

Why does this sound so awkward?

Kong Wange shook her head and turned to get the needles she always carried in her backpack.

The woman's movements were focused, and as she bent over, her white fitted T-shirt and beige cotton wide-leg pants perfectly outlined the curve of her waist.

Murong Ting felt a slight warmth spread through his body, and then he felt his neck and arms become even itchier.

A short while later, Kong Wange came over with silver needles.

She sat down next to him and said, "Lie down."

Murong Ting obediently lay down on the bed.

Kong Wange gave him a helpless slap: "Turn your back to me."

Murong Ting said "Oh" and quickly turned over.

The rash on the man's body was not actually serious; it was most noticeable on his neck and arms, while there were only a few scattered redness and swelling on his back.

Seeing his condition, Kong Wange was somewhat relieved.

The hotel lights were so bright they were almost blinding, shining on the man's lean body and making Kong Wange's heart skip a beat.

This guy... he's clearly a grown man, so how come his skin is so fair, almost as fair as hers? It's so unfair.

Noticing that the person behind him hadn't moved for a while, Murong Ting turned his head uneasily: "Wanwan? Doctors don't distinguish between men and women, right?"

Kong Wange seemed to wake up from a dream, cleared her throat and said, "Of course, are you questioning my professionalism? I was just locating the acupoints, and now... I'm going to start inserting the needles. There might be a slight stinging sensation. If you feel uncomfortable during the process, please let me know immediately."

"Okay, sure," the man obediently agreed.

Kong Wange is a natural healer. No matter how chaotic and complicated her mind is, once she picks up a needle, her mindset instantly becomes calm and focused.

The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, and her gaze fell solely on her needle.

She calmed down, but the man in front of her was clearly not feeling so well.

This was his first time experiencing acupuncture.

He thought the stinging sensation she described would be very painful, but when it actually hit him, he found it was clearly not like that at all.

It was less of a pain and more of a slight tingling or itching sensation.

To him, the sensation was similar to a mosquito bite, but more intense, making it impossible for him to ignore.

It wasn't just that he couldn't ignore it; he had involuntarily focused all his consciousness on his back.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel the woman's slender white fingers roaming over his body.

Even a light touch was like igniting a spark on his barren back, which could quickly spread and cause him to react almost inevitably.

However, the person behind him seemed completely oblivious.

After the moxibustion was finished on her back, she stood up and said, "This time, sit up and face me."

Caught off guard, Murong Ting said, "Wait...wait a minute."

Kong Wange gave him a strange look: "What are you waiting for? There are only two more injections left, hurry up."

Murong Ting remained lying down without moving, and made an excuse, saying, "You hurt too much, let me rest for a bit."

After a while, Murong Ting finally got up reluctantly.

Kong Wange, holding the needle, said, "Pull your pants down a little."

Murong Ting deliberately asked, "Wanwan, where do you want to take her?"

Kong Wange pretended not to notice the teasing in her words and said with a straight face, "Three inches below the navel, the Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints are exposed."

Murong Ting pulled down his pants a bit, his eyes fixed on Kong Wange: "Is this enough? I think you want to see me pull it all the way down, don't you?"

Kong Wange silently picked up the sharp bone scraper from the medical kit and sneered, "You can try."

Murong Ting tensed up, no longer daring to tease her, and obediently let go of her hand.

Kong Wange began administering acupuncture without saying a word.

Murong Ting looked at the woman in front of him. Her hair was held up by a hair clip, and a few strands of hair fell down to the side of her face, making her eyes look gentle and focused.

As Murong Ting watched, he felt his body stirring again.

His feverish body only calmed down after Kong Wange finished giving him acupuncture and went to pack up her medical kit.

Fifteen minutes later.

Kong Wange removed the needle from his arm: "Alright, it should be fine now. Take this ointment and apply it to the areas with allergic reactions."

Murong Ting nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

He lay face down on his side on the bed.

Kong Wange glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ah, weren't you going to apply medicine to me?" Murong Ting blinked.

Kong Wange tossed the ointment in front of him: "Apply it yourself."

Murong Ting feigned difficulty: "I can't see your back, how can I apply it?"

"Figure it out yourself." Kong Wange turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Helpless, Murong Ting could only apply ointment to the red and itchy areas on his arms, neck, and chest. Then, feeling the itchy areas on his back, he squeezed out some ointment to apply as well.

With his long arms and legs, it wasn't too difficult for him to reach it.

A moment later, the bathroom door rang, and Kong Wange came out after changing into some casual clothes.

Upon hearing the noise, Murong Ting immediately threw the ointment aside and lay on the bed pretending to be dead.

Kong Wange glanced at him and casually asked, "All done applying? So fast?"

Murong Ting said sarcastically, "I'm not applying it anymore. I can't reach it. I'd rather die of itching."

Kong Wange squeezed some hand cream onto the back of her hand and rubbed it on, saying, "Fine, then you can bear it. Anyway, it's not me who's itchy."

For the next ten minutes, Murong Ting kept rambling on and on, occasionally letting out a sigh.

"Sigh, I should have gone to the hospital. The doctors there would definitely not turn a blind eye to an itch."

"Wanwan, are you this aloof when you treat patients abroad? You're amazing, you've brought glory to our nation."

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"Wanwan, why aren't you saying anything? I feel like I'm dying, I'm dying of itching."

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Kong Wange had no choice but to use the ointment to gag him.

Murong Ting turned back and stared at her with satisfaction.

Under the light, Murong Ting quietly looked at the woman beside him, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her, thinking that even her hair was beautiful.

Kong Wange traced circles on his back with her fingers, feeling cool and comfortable. She met the man's gaze and said, "Behave yourself and turn your head away."

Murong Ting smiled and said, "The villain is the one who accused you first. It's clearly your hands that were being misbehaving."

Kong Wange: "..."

She surrendered; this man's skin was thicker than a city wall.

Finally, she finished applying the ointment and said in a neutral tone, "Alright, get up, put on your clothes, and hurry up and leave. Don't get wet for 24 hours after you get back."