Seeing that he was really shy, Song Chu took a small blanket and covered him with it. The boy still wanted to cover himself up, so the man took out an eye mask from his pocket. No one knew why he carried this thing with him when he went out.
He helped put the wick back on and said:
"Okay, stop moving. Pressing the wrong acupoint could lead to hemiplegia."
Although Song Chu was confident, he still told the boy about the seriousness of the situation.
It really fooled the lamp wick.
His body was so stiff that it was difficult for Song Chu to insert the needle. When she pressed her hand on the boy's shoulder blade, he immediately curled up like a little spring. Song Chu found it cute and couldn't help but chuckle.
Her previously bloodless face turned bright red in the blink of an eye.
Song Chu quickly composed himself, coughed, and said, "Don't be so sensitive, relax."
I can't relax.
Dengxin hurriedly opened his blindfold, grabbed the blanket next to him, and wrapped his body tightly, even shrinking his head inside like a little turtle. His bright red earlobes could be vaguely seen through the gap.
Are you that shy?
There was nothing Song Chu could do but have him put his pants back on and start acupuncture on his upper body. Deng Xin looked at the blindfold, then said he didn't want to wear it anymore. He lay down and let Song Chu give him the acupuncture. The man spread out the needle sheath.
He removed a silver needle about ten centimeters long. When the lamp wick saw it, his lips trembled with fear, and he started to hide again. Song Chu: "..."
Explanation: "It doesn't hurt."
Having never been pricked before, Song Chu said it didn't hurt, and she was also scared looking at the thin needle.
She shrank back, her blushing face turning pale instantly, shaking her head as she kept trying to hide.
Song Chu put the needles back and chatted with him to relax: "Okay, let's not do it for now. Lie down and let's talk."
The wick pursed its lips, frightened. Even lying down, it clutched the blanket tightly around itself. Song Chu patted it through the blanket and smiled.
"The old man often gets acupuncture. I've done it for you before. Why are you afraid now?"
It used to be the original owner, now it's the wick.
The wick was afraid.
"Acupuncture doesn't hurt. I'll grant you one request if I'm lying. Want to try it?"
condition?
Why would he need to make conditions?
I don't want to get pricked by a needle.
He wanted to grab the blanket and cover his head again.
Song Chu didn't give him a chance, smiling as he blocked him with his arm. Deng Xin frowned and looked up when he saw him stop him. The man just smiled slightly and pointed to the gap in the curtains where sunlight was streaming in, "Look over there."
Curious, Deng Xin looked over. Taking advantage of his inattention, Song Chu took the silver needle and inserted it into the acupoint. He felt nothing. The boy turned his head back, his face confused.
Song Chu still wore a gentle smile:
"It's nothing, I just wanted to show you the Tyndall effect."
The little head turned to look again.
The shape of the light is beautiful.
While he was distracted, Song Chu took out silver needles and pricked many places. Deng Xin looked at them for a while, then turned his head and noticed out of the corner of his eye that his right arm was now covered in needles. He was so frightened that his eyes widened.
Song Chu quickly pressed the person down, "Don't move, it doesn't hurt now, but if you move, it might hurt more."
When he said it didn't hurt, Dengxin seemed to realize that he hadn't felt anything before, but now that he saw the needles with his own eyes, he felt a pang of pain. He closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look or move.
Song Chu: "Relax, don't be tense."
I want to cry.
Force yourself to relax.
Her tightly closed eyes quickly filled with tears, making her look incredibly pitiful.
Song Chu didn't use any heavy force; it was just normal acupuncture. Deng Xin didn't dare to open his eyes, so the man could look at him openly. His pale skin looked as if it would break at the slightest touch, and his lips were also pale. Because he was crying, only the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red.
She is beautiful.
Song Chu couldn't understand why Fu Jinchuan didn't like his beautiful wife.
If it were his wife, she would definitely keep her at home and treat her like a treasure.
With his upper body covered in needles, Song Chu said, "Don't move. There are needles everywhere. I won't be responsible if you move."
Hearing him say that, Dengxin dared not move. She pursed her lips, and tears dripped onto the pillow, staining it.
Song Chu took off his pants, found the acupuncture points, and continued to insert the needles. Covering him with a blanket was inconvenient; he was a doctor, not a lecherous rogue. Even if he saw everything, he wouldn't feel any evil…
So clean, so cute...
Quickly setting aside, I calmed myself down, inserted the needles into all the acupoints, and after finishing, I took out a pack of wet wipes from my pocket, pulled one out, wiped my hands, and asked the lamp wick:
How does it feel?
After asking the question, she closed her eyes in frustration. Although she had given the boy acupuncture, she didn't have a deep impression of him before. She only remembered him last night, perhaps because he was abandoned by his husband on their wedding night, so there was an element of sympathy in it.
They had indeed forgotten that he was mute.
He quickly tried to salvage the situation: "I'm sorry, it takes half an hour for Qi and blood to circulate once. It's normal to feel warm. Don't move. I'll remove the needles when the time is up."
Hot? Maybe a little, but he's in more psychological pain right now. The thought of being covered in thorns makes him afraid to open his eyes, fearing he'll die from the pain.
The lamp wick didn't open its eyes. Song Chu pulled up a stool, sat down by the bed, took out his phone and started scrolling. He caught a glimpse of the little face still crying out of the corner of his eye, raised an eyebrow, put his phone away, and went to the coffee table to get two tissues.
He came over and wiped away the tears from the lamp wick.
"Don't cry, do you want some candy?"
He also had needles stuck in his face, and the needles were moving slightly, but it didn't bother him. Song Chu took out a milk candy from his pocket, tore open the bag, and stuffed it into his mouth.
His pockets were big enough to hold all sorts of strange things.
The sweet taste melts in your mouth, slowly easing your fear.
I slowly opened my eyes, but it still hurt, so I closed them again.
Continue for half an hour.
Song Chu removed all the needles from his body.
He didn't feel anything when he poked him, nor did he feel anything when he pulled it out. Song Chu didn't tell him, afraid that he would be scared again.
After pulling out the last one, he laughed and said, "Alright, get up and get dressed."
Dengxin opened her eyes and looked at her arm, which had been covered in needles, but now there were no marks at all. She widened her eyes slightly, examined her arm carefully, turning it over and over, looking very soft and delicate.
As Song Chu watched, a smile involuntarily appeared in his eyes.
I took the clothes and had him put them on.
Dengxin blushed and quickly put her pants on.
After the acupuncture, I felt much better breathing and my body felt warm and comfortable. I gave a thank you sign.
Song Chu smiled and said, "Of course, three times a week, with a day between each visit. I'll come again the day after tomorrow. What kind of candy do you like? I'll bring it for you."
Dengxin's eyes lit up, not because the other person said he would give her candy, but because Song Chu's doting tone made Dengxin feel like he was her husband.
Sign language: Either is fine.
Song Chu nodded: "Are you hungry? Can you eat now?"
I'm not hungry unless I ask, but I get hungry as soon as I do.
Touch your belly.
Song Chu put the needle sheath into his pocket and said, "Go downstairs and get something to eat. Your body is even weaker than the old man's. Don't stay up late tonight, and don't let your emotions fluctuate too much. Try to think positively about everything."
The lamp wick nodded, its eyes watery and captivating, casting a mesmerizing gaze. Song Chu was almost afraid to meet its eyes, his gaze darting around before finally settling on the character "囍" (double happiness), before quickly looking away and coughing lightly.
"I'm leaving now."
Sign language: Where are you going?
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