She laughed so hard that the mask on her face wrinkled.
Han Chen held onto the cabinet at the entrance and slowly sat down, a look of pain on his face.
He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Mo: "You are really my dear wife, you don't mind watching the fun."
He used his hands to swing his legs forward and finally managed to change his shoes.
Zhou Mo took off his mask and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to play basketball? Why do you look like you've just finished a 50km cross-country run?"
Han Chen waved at her, "In the last quarter, I chased too many points and overexerted my leg muscles. Come and help me, help me stand up."
Zhou Mo hurried forward, but still had a smiling face as if he was enjoying the show.
She helped Han Chen sit on the sofa, and then brought him clothes for him to change.
"I'll go buy you some safflower oil and apply it on you. My uncles all say it's very effective. They used to use it when they pulled muscles while doing heavy work."
Han Chen frowned, "Forget it, I'll take care of it myself. That thing smells too bad, and I have to go to work tomorrow."
Zhou Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why didn't I see you being particular about it before? Now you complain about the smell of safflower oil. What were you doing before? When you exercise, don't you know how to control yourself?"
Han Chen: "I don't want to lose."
Zhou Mo: "In the end? Did you win?"
Han Chen: "Lost. But only by one point."
Zhou Mo snorted, "You work yourself to death, but in the end, aren't you the one who's hurt?"
Han Chen: "It's all thanks to Zhong Zhicheng. If he hadn't gone today, I would definitely have been able to win."
Zhou Mo: "I've never seen you play basketball so hard before. What happened today?"
Han Chen: "Duan Feng is across the way."
Zhou Mo glanced at him gently, "Look at your damn desire to win."
Han Chen turned his head and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to buy safflower oil?"
Zhou Mo: "You use it?"
Han Chen: "You should buy something that tastes a little better."
Zhou Mo frowned.
Is there any safflower oil that tastes better?
It’s up to you to use it or not, just safflower oil, nothing else.
Zhou Mo packed up simply and went out to buy safflower oil.
When he came back, Han Chen had already changed his clothes.
In order to make it easier to apply oil on his legs, Zhou Mo specially found him some loose shorts.
At this moment, because of excessive physical exertion, Han Chen was lying on the sofa, his head resting on the armrest of the sofa, feeling drowsy and as if he was about to fall asleep.
Zhou Mo went to the bedroom to get a pillow and put it under his neck.
Han Chen woke up in shock, "You're back?"
Zhou Mo felt a little distressed when he saw that he couldn't even open his eyes. "Go to sleep. I'll apply safflower oil on you."
Han Chen: "Yeah. Gently."
Zhou Mo: "It's not easy. My uncle and his friends use a lot of technique when applying it. It requires some massage skills."
Han Chen: “…”
Zhou Mo thought for a moment and said, "How about I find you a towel?"
Han Chen frowned: "What do you need a towel for?"
Zhou Mo: "I'll let you bite it. In TV dramas, when they're in excruciating pain, don't they all bite a towel?"
Han Chen complained in disdain, "What a rubbish TV series."
Zhou Mo: "Haven't you seen the childbirth scenes in TV dramas?"
Han Chen's face suddenly darkened: "...I don't have this ability, okay? Besides, my legs just hurt."
Zhou Mo watched him get humiliated and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
She went to the bathroom and washed her hands with hot water.
Then he rubbed it again to warm it up, unscrewed the bottle cap of safflower oil, poured some into the palm of his hand, and continued to rub it to warm it up.
The pungent smell immediately filled the living room.
Han Chen's legs were resting on hers, and she began to massage the sore muscles starting from her calves.
"That's the gastrocnemius muscle." Han Chen said suddenly.
Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment before she realized that Han Chen was saying that the muscle she was helping to rub was called the "gastrocnemius muscle."
Han Chen continued, "It has an inner and outer head. The medial head originates from the medial femoral condyle, and the lateral head originates from the lateral femoral condyle. The two heads converge at the midpoint of the calf, where they transform into a tendon, connecting to the Achilles tendon below and ending at the calcaneal tuberosity. This creates propulsion during walking, running, and jumping."
Zhou Mo asked with a smile: "Giving me anatomy lessons?"
Han Chen: "No. It just suddenly occurred to me."
Zhou Mo: "When it comes to anatomy class, I just remember the inner tibia, outer fibula, inner ulna, and outer radius."
Han Chen: "You are talking about the anatomical positions of the ulna and radius of the upper limbs, and the tibia and fibula of the lower limbs."
Zhou Mo: "Yeah. But for those of us who aren't clinical medicine students, we only learn the basics in anatomy class, and we rely on the 'golden seven pages' to pass the exams. After all, the anatomy book is one of the thickest in medicine. The key is... you have to read it with the Xinhua Dictionary."
After all, there are too many uncommon characters...
Han Chen: "After studying anatomy in clinical medicine, students also have to take a separate course called 'Regional Anatomy' where they actually dissect cadavers. However... when I was in school, the teacher only focused on the anatomy of the head and neck in order to meet the curriculum requirements."
Zhou Mo: "Because the anatomical structure of the head and neck is the most difficult."
Han Chen: "Yeah."
Zhou Mo: "When I was taking the ENT course, the teacher was an ENT doctor. He said that ENT doctors are definitely the best at understanding human anatomy."
Han Chen: "Yes."
Zhou Mo slowly kneaded Han Chen's leg muscles to help him relax.
Han Chen, who was lying down, tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhou Mo who was working seriously.
Compared to the comfort in his legs, his heart felt even more comfortable at this moment.
He looked away, grinning foolishly and staring blankly at the ceiling.
“It’s nice to have a wife.”
Zhou Mo looked at him gently, and teasingly pinched the muscles on his legs.
Han Chen felt a sudden pain, frowned, and looked back at Zhou Mo.
He pursed his lips slightly and said, "It's just that my wife is mean, which is not good."
Zhou Mo gritted his teeth and deliberately pinched his muscles hard, "I'm giving you a massage, and you still say I'm not good enough? Go find someone who's good enough to give you a massage."
Han Chen endured the pain, sat up straight, and used his legs to hold Zhou Mo down to prevent her from getting up. He smiled and said, "Who can be as good as you? I won't say anything more. Keep pressing, no matter how hard you use, I can bear it."
Zhou Mo smiled, glared at him, and a smile spread across the corners of her lips. She continued to apply safflower oil, rubbed it warm, and then gently massaged Han Chen.
I have to say, safflower oil is quite useful.
Although Han Chen's legs still hurt a little the next day, it was still bearable.
It’s just that… the smell of safflower oil on my body just won’t go away.
Even Zhou Mo, who helped him apply safflower oil, was affected.
Zhao Xiaoshuang smelled the smell and asked, "Senior Sister, where are you hurt?"
Zhou Mo: “…”
Zhao Xiaoshuang: "If you have injuries from falls, you must go to the hospital immediately. Isn't Dr. Han an orthopedic surgeon? Let him take a look. Don't just try to handle it yourself."
Zhou Mo: "It's not me who got hurt, it's him."
Zhao Xiaoshuang was puzzled: "He was injured in a fall, why do you smell like safflower oil all over?"
Zhou Mo raised his hands, "Smell it."
Zhao Xiaoshuang leaned forward and smelled it. The pungent smell of safflower oil made her wrinkle her nose involuntarily.
"Did you paint it on him?"
"Yeah."
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