Chapter 87 It’s okay to be afraid of doctors
Wen Zhu saw Xiao Huang running so fast, and he didn't understand, but he respected him.
After she completed the preparations, she began to give Qian Jingsheng acupuncture treatment again.
Her treatment method is to stimulate the body's blood vessels to revitalize damaged muscles and bones, allowing them to slowly grow and repair themselves. Supplemented with external medication, a two-pronged approach of internal and external treatment is the best way to achieve the best results.
This time, Wen Zhu had previous experience and knew that he was afraid of pain, so he was extra careful and gentle.
She felt that one should not judge a person by his appearance. Although Qian Jingsheng was a soldier, he should not be denied the right to fear pain just because of his profession.
Patients come in all shapes and sizes, so she understands.
When Wen Zhu began to approach him during the acupuncture treatment, Qian Jingsheng held his breath, not daring to breathe heavily. He even turned his face away, his back straight, not daring to move. He was afraid that his behavior would offend the girl.
Even though she was a doctor, and he had reminded himself countless times, his brain and heart were like two separate entities in front of her. Even his rationality couldn't control him, and his heartbeat was pounding endlessly.
In order to avoid embarrassing himself, he could only recite the eight regulations in his mind so that he could appear a little more normal.
It was only normal on the surface. The one in his chest was beating completely out of control, jumping up and down randomly, as if he had just run ten kilometers.
Qian Jingsheng felt that he must have a heart problem, and he didn't know if it was a sequelae of the injury he suffered on the last mission.
Otherwise, you should get your heart checked carefully next time to avoid any hidden dangers.
Wen Zhu stood there, bent down slightly, and could see the fine beads of sweat on Qian Jingsheng's forehead at a glance.
There was sweat on my back and collarbone.
Wen Zhu:?
Honestly! She thought she was incredibly gentle. She identified the acupuncture points before acupuncture, and her technique was quick and precise. Each insertion was a flying needle, a first-time success, and greatly reduced pain. The muscles felt sore and swollen when the needle entered, so she also gently massaged the area around the needle.
She did everything she was supposed to do very well, without missing a single step.
So she was even more confused! Why was Qian Jingsheng, who had never cried out in pain since he first saw him injured, sweating profusely?
Could it be that her acupuncture skills have deteriorated? That shouldn't be the case.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, smell, questioning and palpation.
Since I was sure that my acupuncture skills had not deteriorated, I might as well ask him where exactly it hurt.
"Brother Qian, are you sensitive to pain? Is this acupuncture so painful that it's unbearable for you?"
Qian Jingsheng, who was originally concentrating on memorizing the rules, suddenly heard the girl asking him a question who was very close to him. He didn't react for a moment.
After coming to his senses, he replied, "No, I have a good tolerance for pain."
Wen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him say it was not because of the pain.
I continued chatting with him, strategically diverting his attention. "Are you prone to sweating? I've given you acupuncture a few times, and I noticed you sweat a lot. If it wasn't so painful, why would you sweat so much? It shouldn't be like that."
Qian Jingsheng's back stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal. "I don't know, it might be the physique that sweats easily as you said."
Wen Zhu nodded. "Oh, I see. No wonder. I thought my acupuncture skills were declining, causing you to sweat profusely from the pain."
"No, it doesn't hurt at all." Qian Jingsheng hurriedly explained after hearing this, "This is much better than when I was treated in the military hospital before. You did a great job, and it's all my fault."
Wen Zhu inserted the last silver needle, raised her head, and suddenly looked at him with an enlightened look on her face, "Oh~ I know why!"
When Qian Jingsheng heard her say that she knew, he thought she had discovered that it was caused by his rapid heartbeat. No matter how he explained it, it was a bit hard to explain.
He clenched his left hand slightly, his Adam's apple rolling, and glanced at Wen Zhu guiltily, "Yes, why?"
Then he looked at Wen Zhu's bright and beautiful face, waiting for his own judgment.
"You're afraid of doctors!"
When Qian Jingsheng heard Wen Zhu's words, he somehow breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Zhu looked at his reaction and continued, "Some people are naturally afraid of doctors, so you might be in the same boat. Normally, we're all normal. It's only during treatment that you break out in sweat. If you're not afraid of pain, then you must be inexplicably nervous and scared when you see a doctor."
Qian Jingsheng didn't answer.
He felt he wasn't afraid, but he was too embarrassed to speak out about his fluttering heart. He felt it wasn't something to be proud of, and rather, it was a little difficult to bring up.
Wen Zhu had already picked up the ointment and started applying it to his other wounds, saying to himself, "It's okay. It's not shameful to be afraid of doctors. I'll keep your secret and won't tell anyone else."
Qian Jingsheng looked at Wen Zhu's serious profile, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Okay."
He felt that Wen Zhu was really a kind-hearted girl who was good at comforting people and was also a good doctor.
Ever since he joined the army, almost everyone believed that soldiers shed blood and sweat but not tears, were fearless, and were like steel walls. They were always the support of others.
He never thought that one day, a little girl would tell him that it’s okay to be afraid of pain and it’s okay to be afraid of doctors, and that it’s normal.
This was a feeling he had never felt before, it was wonderful.
For some reason, he suddenly felt like he had endless energy with nowhere to vent it, and wanted to run ten kilometers with weights.
"I want to run, is that okay?" Qian Jingsheng thought so and asked.
Wen Zhu glanced at him and said, "Of course you can think about it, but you can't run."
Qian Jingsheng felt that her anger was also a sign of her concern for him, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then I won't run away."
Wen Zhu looked at him and thought he must be feeling very uncomfortable after not being allowed to exercise for such a long time, so he said, "You can take a walk."
"Okay, I'll listen to you then."
There was a sudden knock on the door outside the yard.
"Is anyone home? There's a letter for you!"
The sounds outside the yard broke the harmony inside the house.
Wen Zhu didn't leave. She was almost done applying the medicine. When she heard her father go to open the door, she didn't leave, but continued applying the medicine. Then she pulled out the needle.
Wen Zhu changed the gauze for him, and Qian Jingsheng picked up the clothes with one hand, "Let me help you."
Qian Jingsheng obediently let Wen Zhu help him, his ears turned red, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you."
"It's a small matter. I'll go out and see who the letter is from."
When I walked into the yard, I saw my father looking at the recipient on the envelope. "My daughter, this letter is for you. It's from Huaxin Newspaper. There's another one from your eldest brother."
When Wen Zhu heard that it was sent from the newspaper, he happily took the envelope.
Inside was a newspaper and a remittance slip.
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