The next day, the housekeeper really prepared a lot of cookies for the old man.
Seeing the butler filling the bedside table, the old man expressed great satisfaction.
He felt that now, not to mention eating late, he wouldn't go hungry even if the housekeeper didn't bring him meals for a few meals.
However, just as he was lying on the bed happily holding the biscuits, he keenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
He was so scared that he quickly stuffed the biscuits under his pillow, then covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes to pretend to be sick.
After a while, Jian Ci pushed the door open and walked in.
She looked at the old man's rosy face on the bed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
The housekeeper, who was arranging a secret snack store for his old man, was startled when he saw Jian Ci. He quickly hid the snacks that were not hidden behind him, then stood up and respectfully called out, "Miss."
Jian Ci pretended not to see the snacks and deliberately asked, "Uncle Zheng, how is my grandfather today?"
The housekeeper felt a little guilty and stuttered, "Very...very good..."
Jian Ci walked straight to the other side of the bed and said casually, "That's good. Next, help me take off grandpa's clothes. I want to give him an acupuncture."
Then he took out the acupuncture box in his hand.
The butler didn't react immediately, "Huh?"
After seeing the rows of silver needles gleaming with cold light, he felt a chill run down his spine and said quickly, "This can't be done. The old man is old and can't withstand this."
But Jian Ci lowered her head, picked out the thickest and longest silver needle, and smiled sinisterly, "It's okay, I know my limits."
housekeeper:"……"
Is this still a measure?
After this injection, the old man will probably jump out of the bed on the spot!
At that moment, he didn't care about whether he felt guilty or not. He quickly threw away the snacks, stepped forward to block the old man, and hinted: "Miss, you should reconsider it."
However, Jian Ci raised her eyebrows nonchalantly, "Are you willing to just watch him lie there?"
housekeeper:"……"
Of course he didn't want to.
But the problem is, the old man doesn't want to wake up.
What if Jian Ci's attempt to force the old man to "wake up" backfires?
Just as he was struggling with his thoughts, he heard Jian Ci deliberately say, "If you don't wake him up, he'll really fall into a deep sleep and won't be able to wake up. He'll get bedsores."
The housekeeper looked at the thick and long silver needle and was so scared that he took the initiative to promise, "No, I will often wipe the old man's body and turn him over, so he won't get bedsores."
Jian Ci said again, "But if you lie down all the time, your limbs will degenerate and your muscles will atrophy."
The housekeeper immediately said: "I can give you a massage."
However, Jian Ci was too lazy to listen any longer. "Uncle Zheng, please don't delay. If this shot of mine wakes Grandpa up, you won't be needed to wipe his body and massage him afterwards."
As he said this, he gently pushed the housekeeper aside, then stood by the bed and began to disinfect the silver needle.
Her movements were slow and serious, but the housekeeper became a little frightened when he saw this scene.
It was even more torturous for the old man in bed.
He only knew that Jian Ci was going to give him acupuncture, but he couldn't open his eyes to determine when the needle would be placed.
As time passed, his heartstrings remained tense, and his breath was stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him to death.
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