Chapter 352 His Hands, Only for Her Gentleness Su Tang obediently rolled up the sleeve of her training uniform on her left arm, round and round.
As the coarse cloth, soaked with sweat, rolled up, a slender, fair arm, as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, was exposed to the air.
However, this beauty was completely destroyed by a shocking scar.
"hiss--"
Another collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
The wound, about the size of a palm, stretched from the outside of her forearm to near her elbow. The center was a dark bluish-black, while the edges were a large patch of purplish-blue, and it was swollen high, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding fair and delicate skin.
"My God... this injury is too severe!"
"Who did this? That's too ruthless! Is this supposed to be a shock resistance training session? They're trying to break someone's arm!"
“It was Zhang Kui…I saw him, he was just using his position to settle personal scores.”
Amid the murmurs, Zhang Kui's face turned extremely ugly. He wanted to refute, but under the contemptuous gazes of the crowd, he couldn't utter a single word.
Chen Xiaocao's tears streamed down her face as she sobbed with heartache.
Qin Ye simply stared quietly at the wound.
No one knows what kind of turbulent heartache and anger lies beneath his icy, snow-sculpted mask.
His Tangtang, his precious darling whom he cherished so much, was hurt like this!
That guy named Zhang Kui... is very good.
In his heart, Qin Ye had already sentenced him to death.
But his expression remained calm.
His slender fingertips gently dabbed a smear of dark green ointment into the open tin can.
Then, he raised his head and surveyed the entire camp.
"A soldier's body is like a highly sophisticated weapon. It may be worn out on the battlefield, but it must never be rendered unusable due to foolish training and ignorant maintenance. Any damage must be repaired in the most efficient and professional way."
"I saw everything clearly."
"I will only teach you once."
As soon as he finished speaking, under the watchful eyes of dozens of pairs of eyes in the entire camp, and amidst the resentful gaze of Bai Wei, the heartbroken gaze of Gao Kai, and the probing gaze of Jiang Yan, he was completely captivated.
Qin Ye's long, strong fingers, covered in dark green ointment, slowly moved toward the shocking bruise on Su Tang's arm.
The moment their fingertips touched skin, Su Tang's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.
It's cold.
That was my first impression.
Qin Ye's fingertips had calluses, typical of soldiers who hold guns for years, and felt somewhat rough, but were much cooler than expected.
The icy touch contrasted sharply with the burning, swollen pain of the wound on my arm.
Immediately afterwards, a warm sensation, accompanied by an extremely powerful medicinal fragrance, began to slowly seep in from where his fingers touched.
"For muscle contusions, the primary focus is on dispersing the bruises. Many people get medicine and just apply it haphazardly to the injury, thinking that rubbing it in will solve the problem. This is the most foolish thing to do."
As Qin Ye spoke, he began to work.
Instead of pressing directly on the most swollen center, he found several points on the edge of the injury and began to press them with a very special frequency and force.
"The human body has a dense network of meridians and acupoints. This area corresponds to the three Yang meridians of the hand. Find the key acupoints: Quchi, Shousanli, and Waiguan..."
He uttered a series of technical terms that left everyone completely bewildered.
"...Use internal strength to drive finger force, first unblock the meridians, and let the stagnant qi and blood flow again. The force should be deep, but not brute force; it should penetrate in a spiral."
To everyone else, Instructor Qin's movements were standard, rigorous, and full of scientific and pedagogical precision. Every press and every kneading motion he made seemed like a textbook demonstration.
His expression was focused and cold, his eyes fixed only on Su Tang's injuries.
Qin Ye's force seemed heavy, but he perfectly avoided the most critical and vulnerable points of her injury.
The pain wasn't from hard pressure, but rather a peculiar sensation of soreness, numbness, and distension all mixed together.
His fingers seemed to have their own mind; with each press, they precisely landed on the acupoints in the area with the most severe blood stasis, pushing streams of warm medicinal power deep into the meridians.
The feeling was like a blocked river channel being suddenly cleared, and stagnant floodwaters finding an outlet—an indescribable sense of relief…
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