Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

Song Qingzhu washed slowly on purpose, in fact, he wanted to delay the time.It's a little delay, but she thought about it again, wouldn't it be the same time for the treatment later?
It's just sooner or later.

Then Song Qingzhu thought sadly that she still had to stay in the same room with Rong Junchu.

That's all, when the time comes, she will hold her breath and not look at him.

After Song Qingzhu took a shower, he took the acupuncture bag and walked towards his door.

Taking a deep breath at the door, she knocked on the door.

Soon, a mellow male voice came from inside.

"Enter."

Song Qingzhu pushed the door open and walked in. Rong Junchu was looking down at the computer on the desk, as if he was working.She quickly said: "Since you are working, I will come back later."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

"Come in."

Rong Junchu said without a doubt.

Song Qingzhu swallowed, and had no choice but to bite the bullet, walked behind Rong Junchu, and pushed him to the sofa.Putting the medicine kit on the sofa, she bent over to take off his pants, but his dry hand grasped her wrist.

She looked up at him puzzled.

"I will do it myself."

Rong Jun Chujun's face was indifferent and his tone was flat, but he held her wrist with great strength.

Song Qingzhu asked worriedly after hearing the words: "Can you do it?"

This sentence hit his soul directly. Rong Junchu hated people asking him if he was okay, it hurt his self-esteem.

He squeezed out four words between his teeth: "Of course I can."

Song Qingzhu didn't force himself, and gently broke free from his restraints, took two steps back, and raised his chin.

"Then try it." Song Qingzhu looked at him with clear eyes without any impurities, she said with concern: "If you think it's not working, don't hold back and tell me in time."

Rong Junchu let out a muffled snort, but the calmness in his eyes permeated unexpectedly. It was not a problem for his legs to stand up, but he couldn't stand for too long, so he could only untie them quickly and then sit down quickly. My legs still feel a little bit like pins and needles.

But he finally gritted his teeth and stood up. When he quickly untied, the muscles in his legs seemed to lose strength, his pupils dilated, and the moment he was about to fall, Song Qingzhu teleported over to support him shoulders.

For a moment, the distance between the two was extremely close.

Song Qingzhu stared blankly at his beautiful face and delicate collarbone, coughed in embarrassment, then looked away, and said in a soft voice: "Your leg muscles have not been fully activated yet, you should treat for a while, first Don't rush to overdo it, or the condition will worsen."

As she spoke, she helped him into the wheelchair and settled him down.

Rong Jun lowered his eyes at the beginning, and his velvet eyelashes trembled slightly.

His eyes were fixed on his legs. Although he felt his legs, he still couldn't stand for a long time.

He hated his legs so much, the useless thing made him irritated and scared.

The annoying thing is that he doesn't want to spend his days in a wheelchair like a disabled person.

What is frightening is that he is afraid that he will be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, with no possibility of standing up again.

So as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will try it.

Song Qingzhu saw that he looked very sad now, she enlightened him and said: "I know you are eager to stand up now, but this matter is a gradual process. If you act too hastily, it may backfire."

"I see."

Rong Junchu adjusted his mentality, and his emotions were gradually appeased.

His long and narrow eyes were raised, looking at Song Qingzhu, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Let's start acupuncture."

Song Qingzhu glanced at him quietly, then sighed, bent over to roll up the trouser legs for him, squeezed his calf, she looked at him seriously, "How does this feel?"

Rong Junchu paused and felt it. When he didn't use his legs, he didn't feel pain, but only when he exerted force.

"It doesn't hurt, I just feel pain when I stand up."

Song Qingzhu stared there, took out the golden needle from the acupuncture bag, and under his gaze, she pointed the needle at his dead flesh while talking.

"If it hurts, shout out, don't hold back."

She has seen Rong Junchu's endurance, but she still prefers to let him call out, which can express his pain and divert his attention.

This will ease his pain.

Her needle slowly went in, Song Qingzhu looked up at him, and saw Rong Junchu biting his lower lip tightly, his eyes fixed on her, covered with red blood, his hands on the handles, clenched into fists .

"There are still two more injections." Song Qingzhu felt the tension unconsciously, she stopped talking nonsense, and quickly applied the other two injections, and then began to sprinkle the powder.

The treatment lasts approximately one hour.

After the acupuncture and moxibustion, Rong Junchu's back was already wet with sweat, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead and temples. The beads of sweat rolled down his jawline and dripped onto his clothes.

His lips were bitten red, and the corners of his eyes were red, looking extremely pitiful.

"Ok?"

It was extremely difficult for him to say these three words.

Song Qingzhu couldn't help sweating for him, this kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.She put the things into the acupuncture bag and nodded to him, "It's over, Master Jiu, don't take a bath for now, and wash it after a quarter of an hour."

"Ah."

Rong Junchu breathed slightly, he held and released the hand on the armrest.

Song Qingzhu: "Then I'll go out first."

She picked up the acupuncture bag and was about to go out, but Rong Junchu stopped her.

Song Qingzhu turned around in confusion: "Is there anything else?"

"Let Lin You in."

"okay."

Song Qingzhu looked at his face as pale as a piece of paper, and couldn't help asking: "Do you want me to help you onto the sofa?"

"No need." He said forcefully, "Go out and call Lin You in."

Song Qingzhu glanced at him, but went out anyway.

When she walked downstairs, she happened to see Lin You coming in from the outside. Lin You saw her and smiled at her: "Miss Song, have you just finished treating Master Jiu?"

"Correct."

Song Qingzhu: "By the way, Master Jiu asked you to go up there."

Lin You pointed to himself in surprise: "Call me? Did you say anything?"

"It's not." Song Qingzhu recalled his anxious tone, and she said again: "It looks very urgent, you go up."

Lin You sighed sadly, he had just driven that crazy woman away, he hadn't rested yet, and he had to work again.Sure enough, the job of special assistance is not done by humans.

"Okay. Then I'll go up first, Miss Song, you should rest earlier."

After Lin You finished speaking, he went upstairs in three steps.

After Lin You left, Song Qingzhu spotted Rong Jingchen who was still sitting on the sofa watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.

She couldn't help but sit over and pinch his ears.

"Watching TV at what time is it now, be careful not to get up tomorrow."

"Hey hey! It hurts!"