Zhou Wang frowned, seeing her twisting from time to time, her voice filled with painful groans. He couldn't help but reach out to push away the messy hair on her face, and touched her forehead. The temperature was normal.
He was helpless about it. Even taking painkillers didn't help and he was still rolling around holding his stomach.
Zhou Wang got up and walked outside, found his cell phone on the table beside him, and dialed the number without thinking.
After a while, the call finally connected, and the first thing they said was that they were pressed for time: "I can't go. I have an operation coming up."
Zhou Wang ignored his monologue and went straight to the point: "What should I do about dysmenorrhea?"
The person on the other end was stunned for a moment, looked at the notes on his phone, recalled the question, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed: "When did you go to Thailand, bro? Hurry!"
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhou Wang was very annoyed at the moment and was in no mood to argue with him.
Fu Yan sensed his impatience and, with a click of his tongue, began explaining his work: "I'm a surgeon, not a gynecologist. Dysmenorrhea is beyond my knowledge. If you ask me about men's health, I might be able to offer some guidance. As for dysmenorrhea...as for dysmenorrhea, any girl you ask will have more experience than me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up mercilessly with a beep.
They are indeed plastic brothers.
In just three seconds, the phone rang again.
Fu Yan rarely saw Zhou Wang anxious like a normal person, and was very surprised: "You..."
"Find a famous doctor in this field and go to Heyuan tomorrow."
It was just a simple sentence, and Gu Yan didn't even get a word in. He watched the call record freeze at 00:02.
In the room, Chen Yun huddled in the quilt, curling up and gasping in pain.
Zhou Wang closed the door gently, stood in front of the bed and looked down at the video on his phone.
Hegu point, Zusanli point, Guanyuan point, Sanyinjiao point, etc., memorize the techniques while watching.
Zhou Wang looked at it for a while and felt that he had learned enough. He leaned over and pulled back a corner of the quilt, saying softly, "Give it a massage and see if it will feel better."
The light filtered in through the cracks in the corners, and the slight brightness made Chen Yun feel annoyed. He closed his eyes tightly, raised his hands to pinch the corner of the quilt, and continued to cover himself tightly.
Neither good nor bad.
Zhou Wang leaned over and was silent for a moment, then took off his shoes and sat at the end of the bed.
“I start with my feet.”
Chen Yun heard it, but she didn't want to pay attention to it, and she didn't even have the strength to speak. She just wanted to quietly enjoy the feeling of being killed by pain.
Zhou Wang slid into the quilt with his hands close to the bed. He felt around but couldn't find his feet. He sat forward a little and finally felt the cold feet at the third part of the bed. He slowly pulled one out.
Starting from the ankles, the entire foot, the soles of the feet, the insteps of the feet and even between the toes all felt cold.
Zhou Wang rubbed his hands together to warm them up and covered his feet with them, massaging the Taichong acupoint with his thumbs.
There are several acupoints on the feet. Press them one by one according to the video.
After being stuffy for a long time, Chen Yun poked his head out from under the quilt to breathe some fresh air.
She actually felt that massage was useless and did not relieve any pain, but rather provided more emotional value.
When you are feeling sad, there are people who care about you and are considerate of you. Even if they cannot soothe the pain, they can still provide comfort.
"Are you feeling better?" Zhou Wang held her feet with both hands, trying to warm the cold soles of her feet.
Chen Yun's forehead was covered in sweat, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or hot. When he heard Zhou Wang's voice, he gritted his teeth and replied reluctantly: "Much better."
He sounded weak and didn't seem to be in much better condition.
Zhou Wang pulled the quilt over her feet and tucked them in, sighing inaudibly. He really had no idea what to do.
"Get some hot water in a bottle. Make sure it's hot, very hot." Chen Yun closed his eyes and made the request weakly.
The voice was very soft, but Zhou Wang heard it clearly. He knew that she didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask why. He got out of bed, put on his shoes and went to the kitchen.
There are not many bottles and jars at home, but there are some beverage bottles in the refrigerator.
Zhou Wang fished out a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and poured the drink in the bottle into the sink. The bottle was very cold when he first took it out, so he put hot water in it to scald it before filling it with water.
The temperature of the water was hot, meeting her requirements. After making sure there was no leakage, Zhou Wang carried the bottle into the bedroom.
With a pale face and weak powerlessness, Shen Yun heard the footsteps, squinted his eyes, and reached his hand out from under the quilt.
Seeing this, Zhou Wang didn't give it to her, "It's very hot."
"I want it hot." Chen Yun said vaguely, "Give it to me, dim the light."
The light is too bright.
Zhou Wang still didn't give it to him. He turned around and turned on the bedside night light, adjusted it to a warm tone, and then turned off the main light.
The room suddenly darkened, and a small warm yellow light illuminated a corner.
Without the blinding light, Chen Yun finally opened his eyes completely. He felt tired, his hands pressed against the bed sheet, not even having the strength to lift them. He just moved his fingers twice and said aggrievedly: "Give it to me."
Zhou Wang stared at her for a few seconds, feeling aggrieved like a child who couldn't get candy. Then he softened his heart and placed the bottle next to her, reminding her again: "It's very hot."
My fingers touched the bottle, and the back of my hand was burned and I flinched.
Zhou Wang regretted listening to her and filling the bottle with hot water. He should have filled it with warm water. Just as he was about to take the bottle to change the water, he saw the bottle being taken into the quilt.
The scorching temperature pressed against his lower abdomen, and Chen Yun groaned, not sure whether it was because of comfort or the heat.
Zhou Wang's face looked unhappy. The next second, he lifted the quilt. The water that he held in his hand was too hot to be held by her, but she put it on her stomach and he took it away without hesitation.
"What are you doing?" Chen Yun opened her eyes suddenly. The pain had just eased a little and she was feeling comfortable.
"It will burn your skin. I'll change to warmer water." Zhou Wang knew without thinking that his skin would turn red and might even get blisters.
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