Chapter 229 I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat
Mr. Shu was about to stand up when I said, "Please wait a moment."
He sat down again and looked at me with a strange look.
I expressed my concerns: "If I go in and occasionally make eye contact with a woman, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."
Mr. Shu smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. For this type of customer, we gave her an eye patch. She put it on before she went in."
I was still a little worried: "Mr. Shu, after all, I am a person who shows up in public. What if I don't know him, but he has heard of my name?
So, I think first, I should keep quiet, and second, you should not call my name."
Mr. Shu smiled and said, "Okay, you are very thoughtful."
The physiotherapy room is divided into two parts. Shu Lao led me into the outer room and asked, "Are you ready?"
It said, "Okay."
Mr. Shu went in and motioned for me to wait. He was probably explaining to the customers that there was another apprentice. After a while, he coughed, and I gently pushed open the door and stood beside Mr. Shu.
A long-haired woman lay flat on a therapy bed, wearing a wide-brimmed eye mask that completely covered her eyes.
I didn't dare look at her face. I lowered my gaze and saw a snow-white towel covering her chest.
Mr. Shu gently folded the towel blanket from the bottom up, layer by layer, until the height was high enough to block her view.
As the towels are piled up layer by layer, more and more white parts are exposed, until two dots are revealed.
I was startled and pressed my hand hard against my chest.
Because "it" has broken my conventional thinking.
I originally thought it was Princess Taiping, or maybe an airport tarmac, but the "it" before me—full and voluptuous, from both the altitude and the area of construction, seemed perfectly appropriate to me.
Elder Shu pulled out a needle and said, "We're still using yesterday's needle. Medical technology has advanced now, and they're all disposable, so there's no need for sterilization."
He was speaking to the customers, and also to me.
Then, he began to explain the key points of needle insertion:
"The acupoint is on the central axis between the two points. The needle should be inserted quickly so that others do not feel pain. Stop when the needle is one-third of the way in and slowly twist the needle tube."
After saying that, Mr. Shu had already inserted an injection into the customer. The woman lay there, feeling nothing and not moving at all.
Mr. Shu said, "I'll come back in half an hour and give you a deeper injection. Rest first."
Without saying anything, he took me upstairs to the mold room and started teaching me.
He said, "You've seen it on a living person. It's the same principle as inserting a needle into a mold."
He demonstrated it once, explaining it in great detail. Then he said to me, "You try it."
I tried it three times. Mr. Shu smiled and said, "I still say the same thing, you are a genius. Steady, accurate, and ruthless. Practice for ten minutes, then try it on me."
I seem to be born with acupuncture. Under the guidance of Master Shu, I can accurately insert the needle one-third of the way.
He said, "A little deeper, to the fifth mark." My hand felt good, and I twisted the needle until it reached the designated spot.
Just as the ancient poem describes: adding one inch is too long, subtracting one inch is too short.
Mr. Shu lay down on the bed in the mold room. He undressed and said, "Come on, insert the needle."
It happened so fast that before he knew it, the needle stopped steadily at one-third of the distance.
"Twisting needles."
"Insert the needle again."
"Dialing needle"
I followed his instructions and finished it in one go.
Old Shu sat up, buttoned his clothes, and shook his head repeatedly in amazement: "Shanhong, don't learn this line of work. You'll even take away Master's job."
My face turned red.
He laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to blush. You should have gotten a needle eye when you were a kid."
I immediately said, "You're absolutely right. My grandmother was a country seamstress. When I was little, she couldn't thread a needle well, so she often asked me to do it. After doing it so many times, I can now find the eye of the needle at a glance and thread it through in one go."
Elder Shu said, "It's the same thing. First, you have to be accurate, and second, you have to be quick. Don't hesitate. I'll go downstairs and change to a larger needle. You can give her the injection."
"Can I?"
"She didn't know who was doing the piercing. She had a reaction, so I asked her to do it again. She thought I hadn't done it right."
After being praised by Mr. Shu, I also felt eager to try it.
As he walked downstairs, Mr. Shu sighed, “There are geniuses in every field.”
We walked in, and Shu said, "I'll give you a different needle." He adjusted the needle. Then he handed me the large needle and said to the customer, "This needle will only take 15 minutes."
He raised his lips, and I inserted the needle steadily and quickly. One minute longer would be too long, and one minute shorter would be too short.
If readers feel that I always repeat the same words, they can add their own words and say that I "look too white when I put on powder and too red when I put on rouge."
At this time, Mr. Shu asked, "Xiao Jiang, how does this injection feel?"
She replied, "It's better than the last shot. It's wonderful."
She is "the soft whisper of honeysuckle under the flowers", and I am "the gurgling spring flowing under the ice".
I quickly retreated. Xiao Jiang? This opera voice is so... so familiar to me. Cold sweat broke out all over my body.
Mr. Shu also came out of the room. I immediately tugged at his shirt hem, sticking my chin out. Mr. Shu understood and followed me out the courtyard gate.
I said, "Her name is Jiang Yiwei, is she from the provincial theater troupe?"
Mr. Shu nodded.
I whispered in his ear, "I know him, but please don't tell me it's me."
Mr. Shu said, "I'll find you a man next time."
I clasped my hands together and said, "I'm leaving."
I never panicked at all. I strode out of the branch alley and then out of Zhuangyuan Lane.
The night wind blew, and my back felt sticky. I touched my shirt, and it was wet in a large area. Fortunately, the pedestrians were in a hurry, so no one paid me any attention.
When I returned to the community and opened the door, my father, mother, Yifan and Xiaolin were playing cards.
My mother was very sharp-eyed and noticed that my shirt was wet front and back. She just glanced at it, quickly picked up a card, and said, "I made a mistake. I need to change it."
My father refused: "It's out now, you can't change it."
I was really grateful to my mother for drawing the attention of the other three people to the table. They walked past me in the hall without even glancing at me.
I immediately showered and changed my clothes, then called my husband to tell him I was exhausted. I'd see him tomorrow morning. I sat down, feeling uneasy.
Jiang Yiwei, hers is not small. Is it possible that hanging two balloons on the chest has become a trend in this era?
Thinking of Jiang Yiwei, I suddenly remembered something and called Captain Gu.
"Is the captain still awake?"
"Teacher Wan, it's still very early."
"Come to the hotel at 8 o'clock tomorrow. I have something to discuss with you."
"Can't you tell me over the phone?"
"It's better to talk in person."
"What should I do if I can't sleep tonight?"
"Counting sheep, 1234567... count to 100, then count backwards."
"Brother, please don't let your sister sleep. Give her some fresh air."
"I once gave you a test. Let's see if there's hope this time."
"real?"
"I don't promise either. Go to sleep first."
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