Chapter 16 Chapter 16 I didn’t think of anything too excessive or rude…
Ji Ci went back to her room and found the small medical bag she had hidden under her suitcase. It contained emergency supplies such as gauze and iodine, as well as a stack of disposable sterile needles.
I originally brought it with me in case I might need it in the future. Although the occasion for using it is not quite what I expected, it is good enough that it can be used.
Thinking of the past, Ji Ci sighed softly, calmed down briefly, and casually took the cushion from her stool.
Jin Sen wanted to take a shower right there. When Ji Ci came over with her small medical kit, she could smell a faint fragrance on Boss Jin.
"Have you washed your hands?" Ji Ci asked.
Jin Sen's throat felt particularly uncomfortable today, and he had to cough before speaking.
"I washed it."
"Where are the legs?"
"I washed it, too."
"Wet?"
"Just a little bit."
"Lift it up and let me see."
Ji Ci seemed to have entered work mode directly, speaking only in commands without any emotion.
Jin Sen bent down with a look of despair and rolled up his trouser legs. Ji Ci supported him at the knee. Jin Sen subconsciously pushed his knee upwards, and the reaction was huge. They were both stunned when their eyes met, but there was a pause and no one spoke.
Jin Sen put his legs down again, assuming it was just a minor accident. Ji Ci turned her face away and placed the bright yellow SpongeBob SquarePants cushion under his calves.
"Relax," Ji Ci said, feeling a little nervous. "Don't tense your muscles so much."
Maybe because she had just washed her hands, her palms were a little cold.
But cold oil is still oil, and it made Jin Sen's forehead furious. His Adam's apple slid up and down, and after a moment he tilted his head back dejectedly, stretched out his arms, closed his eyes, grabbed a pillow from the sofa and hugged it in his arms.
"I have very steady hands. My grandma even praised me for that."
Ji Ci thought the other party was worried, so she spoke softly to comfort him.
He did not stop working. He disinfected the packaging of sterile needles one by one, opened them a little and placed them on the coffee table for later use, and then disinfected his fingers with a cotton ball.
Jin Sen tilted his head back, wanting to explain that he didn't mean that, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Ci's slightly open fingers, palms facing up, as thin and long as peeling onions.
Closing his eyes again, Jin Sen felt that Ji Ci should slap him.
I didn't think of anything too extreme or impolite.
In fact, he didn't think too much about it, and he didn't even think about anything specific.
He saw it, and it made him dizzy. He used to laugh at other people who were so lost in love, thinking they were so pathetic. Now it was his turn, and he hadn't even started dating yet. It was like he'd been cursed. He had never been so embarrassed before.
Jin Sen had long legs. When he sat on the sofa, the bench under his calves was one step away from the coffee table. His muscles were very stiff and could not be pinched even with light fingers. They were like iron. What's more, he was deliberately tensing up, making it difficult to give him an acupuncture needle.
Ji Ci had no choice but to ask, "Can I have your towel?"
"I'll get it." Jin Sen immediately retracted his legs and stood up to go to the bathroom to get a towel. His movements were quick, neat and smooth, and he didn't even look back as if he was escaping.
Seeing the wind under his feet, Ji Ci thought the pain was not that serious. It was not until she heard the door close that she added, "Put some hot water on it."
Jin Sen's towel was wet with hot water for a few minutes. It was dark blue and very soft, like new.
Ji Ci took it, folded it twice, felt the temperature with the back of her hand, and then put it on his knee.
"Relax."
Jin Sen tried hard to relax, his shoulders slumped, and turned on the TV.
"It's okay to watch a movie for a while." Ji Ci disinfected again.
The images on the screen jumped randomly, and Jin Sen ignored the chaotic words in his ears. His attention was completely focused on his leg, which was not lame but pretended to be lame. The towel was warm, but it felt too hot, and it made a layer of sweat on his forehead.
A few minutes later, Ji Ci took away the towel and disinfected him. The cotton ball was only inserted into the needle area and rolled over the skin like an ice ball. Then Ji Ci's slightly cool fingertips pierced the skin with a needle, and soreness, numbness, swelling and pain accounted for the first three symptoms.
Ji Ci pinched the needle tail and twisted it downwards, and Jin Sen hissed.
"Hurt?" She looked up.
Ji Ci's eyelashes are thick and curly, and when she looks up, she looks like a small butterfly standing on her eyelid.
Jin Sen was taller than her. They had met many times and he never rejected eye contact with people, but now he only glanced at her once and then immediately looked away.
"It doesn't hurt," he rubbed his knee pretentiously, "keep going."
Ji Ci believed that he was not lying.
Whether it hurts when the needle is inserted actually depends on how quickly the skin is broken. She has been holding the needle and inserting it into buckwheat bags since she was a child. When she grew up, she could basically help her grandmother in the clinic. When she was in college, because she was so accurate and fast in inserting the needle, the teacher asked her to go to the podium for demonstration. Many classmates were happy to practice with her because Ji Ci's needles really didn't hurt anyone.
"With such good skills, why did you end up washing cats and dogs?"
Ji Ci's hand holding the silver needle paused slightly, her eyes still lowered, and the butterfly's wings collapsed.
"When I see these, I think of my grandma, and it makes me sad."
Jin Sen: "That's not going to be said."
"It's okay, I feel much better now," Ji Ci tore open another needle. "At first I felt like the sky was falling, and I didn't know what to do next. But after a few years, I gradually accepted it."
You say you accept, but what does it matter if you don't accept? As long as you're alive, you'll accept everything.
It's easy to think deeply when she thinks this way. She remembered that when she was a child, she could never find the Yanglingxue on her leg, so her grandmother hit her palm with the rod of a small copper scale for weighing medicinal herbs. That thing was solid, and a thin strip was very heavy. Ji Ci was scared to death at the time. She was heartbroken and cried loudly after being beaten, feeling that no one loved her.
Now that I think about it, being able to cry means that someone still cares about me.
"Actually, I haven't had acupuncture for two years," said Ji Ci.
Jin Sen didn't care too much: "Go ahead, you won't die."
That's definitely not fatal.
Ji Ci was afraid she'd forget, her hands were clumsy, and she'd hurt someone and cause them to bleed. Boss Jin probably wouldn't say anything, but if Grandma knew, she'd probably scold her. She was most afraid of her Grandma scolding her.
However, the worry was unnecessary. The first two injections were a good start. Some lingering muscle memory carried her along, just like rubbing the fur of a big dog, and her fingertips slid down along the shower gel.
Just tie it the way it should be tied.
Soon, several needles were inserted into Jin Sen's legs, and his muscles relaxed. Ji Ci bent her index finger and rubbed several acupuncture points along his patella with her knuckles, thinking that she could hear Boss Jin hiss again, but suddenly realized that this originally noisy sparrow had been silent for a while.
Ji Ci raised her head and met Jin Sen's slightly lowered gaze. He seemed to be smiling, but the expression was not that big. Maybe just the pixels at the corners of his lips moved up one unit, giving people a feeling of being in a good mood.
"Why aren't you talking?" Ji Ci withdrew her hand.
Jin Sen lowered his gaze to his legs, but quickly brought it back up: "Look at you holding the needle, you look like a different person."
Ji Ci sat on a low stool with her knees together, her arms folded and placed obediently on her thighs.
The sunlight shone into the room from the side, forming a straight, bright line, and you could see the light dust floating in the air.
The light also fell on Boss Jin's hair.
Ji Ci understood a little bit. Boss Jin was not smiling. He just looked at people with a very gentle gaze. The slightly long hair on his forehead gave her a very soft feeling. It was really strange. He was clearly a man who could make her cry with one punch, but Ji Ci felt that he was like a fluffy plush toy, giving off a warm and soft breath - he looked like he was very easy to hug.
She touched the tip of her nose uncomfortably.
"Wait twenty minutes." Ji Ci stood up and tidied up the remaining packaging on the table.
"Xiao Ji," Jin Sen looked up at her and said seriously, "If you encounter any difficulties, tell me."
What Jin Sen said was actually a very heavy sentence, pressing on Ji Ci's heart like a weight. She stood there, looked down at the garbage in her hand, and nodded.
"Even though I told you before that it doesn't matter whether you tell me or not, I still want to know."
Jin Sen's voice was very soft, and he kept looking at Ji Ci while speaking. He was very gentle and sincere, which reminded Ji Ci of the warm sunshine in Yuncheng's short winter.
She raised her eyes, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
"What if...it's something bad?"
Jin Sen tilted his head: "Is it illegal?"
Ji Ci quickly shook her head.
Jin Sen: "That's nothing."
Ji Ci: "What about the Dao, the moral issues?"
Jin Sen fell into deep thought again. After a long while, he suddenly blurted out, "Marriage fraud?"
Ji Ci's eyes widened instantly, and the complicated expression on her face was reduced to shock and astonishment after hearing this.
Jin Sen leaned back with joy, and the leg with the needle was also lifted up. Ji Ci quickly squatted down and pressed on his ankle.
Jin Sen smiled broadly: "My worst subject when I was in school was Chinese."
Ji Ci didn't understand how the topic jumped to this point.
"The Chinese teacher at our school likes to tell us idioms," Jin Sen went on to talk to himself, "He talks about all sorts of random things. I couldn't remember any of them before, but I suddenly remembered one just now."
Ji Ci felt something was wrong, and always felt that Boss Jin could not produce ivory from his dog's mouth.
Sure enough, Jin Sen said, "The beauty is terrified."
Ji Ci rolled up a handful of clean cotton balls and threw them at him. Jin Sen raised his hand to catch it, lowered his eyes and opened his palm, which was filled with a soft ball of white cotton.
Twenty minutes later, the needle was removed. Jin Sen bent his right leg and felt much more comfortable after the numbness and soreness subsided.
Ji Ci wrapped the used silver needle with transparent tape: "I saw the weather forecast said it will rain in the next two days. If you feel any more pain, tell me again."
"Free clinic?" Jin Sen asked.
Ji Ci didn't look at him: "I'm grateful for the food I've eaten."
Jin Sen pondered for a moment: "Will I buy more vegetables when my legs hurt in the future?"
Ji Ci finished packing her things, hugged her medical bag, and muttered softly, "You make it sound like I'm a big eater."
In fact, Ji Cizhen has provided free medical treatment more than once. There were often such activities in college, and she participated very actively every time.
Grandma said that patients are the most scarce resource, and if you want to make progress, you have to interact with more patients.
The experience Ji Ci had accumulated in her own Chinese medicine clinic over the past decade was enough to easily outperform the ordinary students around her. In addition, she was pretty enough, and her pretty face would be the best admissions brochure if posted on the school's official website.
At that time, Ji Ci was too young, too talented, and didn't know how to hide his shortcomings.
She was so well protected that she never even stepped out of the ivory tower.
But misfortune never shows mercy to anyone.
When her grandmother was in her sophomore year, she was seriously ill. She hid it from Ji Ci and didn't tell her. She was afraid that her granddaughter would be alone and helpless in the world after her death, so she took her to a dinner party on the spur of the moment.
It was also on that day that Ji Ci, like a young bird that had just hatched from its shell, stepped into a class that did not belong to her and met a completely unfamiliar middle-aged man.
Her biological father who abandoned his wife and children has already married someone else and is even living a decent and prosperous life. Ji Ci feels sorry for her mother who died young, and the anger and grievances that have been suppressed in her heart for decades are silently clamoring at this moment.
However, she was stunned when she learned that her half-brother was three years older than her.
Oh, it turns out that she is the child who should not have been born.
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