Qiao Zhiyi was worried that a grown man might get a heat stroke upstairs, so she went to the room and moved the fan so that it was blowing towards the door but not towards him, to prevent him from catching a cold during acupuncture.
He looked at her with dark eyes, and she smiled at him, "Will this make it cooler?"
Pei Zheng nodded quietly.
Qiao Zhiyi continued with the acupuncture. "You have a hand injury with nerve damage. After the wound gradually closes, if the nerve recovery is still not good, you need to continue to use nerve nourishing drugs, and at the same time, do some acupuncture, hyperbaric oxygen and other physical therapy to promote nerve recovery..."
Although he didn't understand, Pei Zheng still listened carefully.
"I'm going to give you acupuncture now, and try it for a few days. Do you have any medicine to nourish the nerves at home?" asked Qiao Zhiyi.
Pei Zheng shook his head silently.
"I can see that you don't take it seriously." Qiao Zhiyi said with a smile.
Pei Zheng curled his lips and said, "I thought my arm was broken. I took medicine for a while but it didn't get better, so I gave up."
"If you leave this arm untreated, it will become paralyzed, with muscle weakness declining. It will be difficult to treat if the condition is left untreated for a long time." Qiao Zhiyi said to him while giving him an acupuncture.
"I'll listen to you from now on."
"You have no choice but to listen to me now," Qiao Zhiyi said with a smile, "During the treatment, take good care of this hand and avoid overexertion."
"It can't be tired. After all, it has no feeling..."
Qiao Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh again, but knowing that he was psychologically fragile and sensitive, she quickly stopped smiling and looked at him carefully.
He was also looking at her, and when her gaze turned towards him, he shifted his gaze outside.
Qiao Zhiyi continued to concentrate on acupuncture.
Pei Zheng's gaze shifted from the window to her rosy face again.
She was a very beautiful girl, with eyelashes like crow feathers, eyes as black as lacquer, a tall and straight nose, and especially her lips, which seemed to be smeared with bright nectar, looking very sweet...
Qiao Zhiyi looked at him again, and Pei Zheng's eyes avoided the side again. His heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be calm on the surface.
"Does this feel good?"
Pei Zheng's heart started pounding when he was asked this question.
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