After saying that, she retreated back to the stove and deliberately stopped looking at him.
But she was still watching him, watching him slowly move his feet to the cutting board, then quickly grab the candy and run away.
The medicine was boiled and kept warm. Lin Ying sat there waiting for him to finish his bath.
Afterwards, Zhao Qinghuai poured bucket after bucket of dirty water out. Then he carried another bucket of water in. After cleaning the wooden bucket, he came over and put the medicine in. Once everything was done, he carried Zhao Daming into the wooden bucket, and as Lin Ying had instructed, he found a sheet to cover him, leaving only his head sticking out.
Lin Ying checked the time outside, and after about ten minutes, she asked Zhao Qinghuai, "May I come in now?"
Zhao Qinghuai responded from inside, "It's ready."
After Lin Ying went inside, Zhao Qinghuai, worried that it was too dark, lit a kerosene lamp.
Guo Qiaoling, who was standing to the side, hesitated, then closed her mouth again.
Lin Ying opened the small bag she was carrying, unfolded it, and took out a packet of silver needles.
After removing the silver needles, Lin Ying thought for a moment and said, "Let your mother go out. I'm worried that her fear and startlement might affect my needle placement."
Zhao Qinghuai turned his head directly and said, "You go out first."
Guo Qiaoling could only walk out, seething with anger but unable to speak out.
Zhao Qinghuai held a kerosene lamp in one hand, and with the other hand, he used his thumb and forefinger to hold Lin Ying's handbag, opening it completely. He then allowed Lin Ying to receive treatment.
Seeing that Zhao Daming was covered in sweat, Lin Ying began to administer acupuncture.
As the silver needle was inserted, some black blood appeared on Zhao Daming's buzz cut.
Lin Ying didn't pay much attention until several needles were stuck in her head. Three minutes later, Lin Ying removed the needles and then applied some wound medicine to the injection sites.
"Remind your mother not to wipe your father's hair before tonight."
As for the black blood on her face, Lin Ying wiped it off while disinfecting the silver needles with an alcohol swab.
Lin Ying put away the silver needles and said, "I'm going out. You put your father on the kang (heated brick bed). Lay him down horizontally. I'll give him a few acupuncture needles and teach him how to massage him. He's been lying on the kang for almost half a year. If he doesn't get massages, he'll have trouble walking."
Zhao Qinghuai nodded: "Okay."
Lin Ying went out to brew the medicine. After a while, Zhao Qinghuai called her. Lin Ying told him to wait a moment. After asking Mu Tou if he didn't need it, Zhao Qinghuai simply poured the medicine out. He also washed the wooden bucket and took it out.
Then, Lin Ying brought in the medicine: "You feed him, I'll give him the injection first."
When Lin Ying lifted the blanket and saw the familiar pair of shorts, she couldn't help but smile. She wondered why Zhao Qinghuai had brought those things with him.
Actually, she would avoid touching her private parts when she lifted the blanket, mainly because the underwear Zhao Qinghuai was wearing was just right, while Zhao Daming, who was a head shorter than Zhao Qinghuai, was wearing underwear that reached his knees.
This time, Lin Ying covered Zhao Daming's body from head to toe with silver needles. It was fortunate that Lin Ying had made this medical kit; otherwise, there really wouldn't have been so many silver needles to use.
During the acupuncture treatment, Zhao Qinghuai had already fed Zhao Daming his medicine. Perhaps because of his desire to stand up again, Zhao Daming cooperated very well with the treatment. He also cooperated in taking the medicine. Feeding him the medicine was not difficult for Zhao Qinghuai.
After finishing, Lin Ying began to teach Zhao Qinghuai how to massage Zhao Daming.
After that, Zhao Qinghuai began to massage Zhao Daming there.
Once Zhao Qinghuai finished the massage, today's treatment was considered over.
She had already taught Guo Qiaoling how to decoct the medicine. She only needed to drink it again after dinner.
The others will be treated tomorrow.
After Zhao Qinghuai came out, he filled the water vat in Old Zhao's house with water before the two of them left together.
As Zhao Daming, who was lying motionless in bed, listened to them leave, tears finally streamed down his face.
Today, the child he believed would bring him bad luck not only bathed him and changed his bedding, but also gave him a massage. It was arguably the most comfortable day he'd had since becoming bedridden.
He can't move, but his mind is clear; he knows everything.
He was too ashamed to face him, yet he had no choice but to make him do these things.
After returning home, Zhao Qinghuai cooked lunch. After the two ate, Zhao Qinghuai said he was going out for a walk and then left.
Lin Ying thought they couldn't keep not eating staple foods, so they bought 100 jin of wheat in town, which would be a waste if they didn't eat it.
The millstone had just been washed and was ready to use.
So Lin Ying decided to grind some flour at home.
However, the wooden stick of the stone mill was broken, so Lin Ying had to replace it with a new one.
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