ife, the two of them still wouldn't seriously consider the opinion of an outsider when it came to filming."As for the reason... you'd have to ask Miss Murong."Faced with the two people's questions, Xu..."Haven't you forgotten what I do You can't even tell your own wife is sick, so what am I doing running a clinic I might as well go back to Hai Ping Art School and be the school doctor again."
After hearing Han Fang's question, Xu Shaolin replied with a look of self-assurance.
Although Han Fang wanted to retort, she had no way to begin.
Because Xu Shaolin's displayed medical skills are indeed miraculous.
Just as Xu Shaolin placed his palm on his lower abdomen, Han Fang distinctly felt a wave of heat flowing from the other's palm into her abdomen.
That excruciating pain, upon encountering these streams of heat, melted away as rapidly as ice and snow under the warm rays of spring sunshine, vanishing without a trace.
Although the action was incredibly intimate, Han Fang was reluctant to let Xu Shaolin's hand move away.
"Ugh, who's your wife What happened before doesn't count. A woman only truly becomes your wife after the wedding ceremony."
The feeling of pain disappearing, coupled with Xu Shaolin's affectionate "my wife" to Han Fang, left her completely dazed. She found herself blurting out...
How did I say such a thing
Have I already accepted this man, willingly becoming his wife
Han Fang was shocked and embarrassed after hearing her own words.
However, Han Fang's body was very honest, leaning gently against Xu Shaolin's shoulder as if taking advantage of the opportunity.
This way, Han Fang's half body was pressed against Xu Shaolin, the astonishing touch made the latter feel his heart skip a beat.
The two strolled down the street, looking much like a pair of lovers deeply in love.
No one could have imagined that just days ago, the relationship between the two people was worse than strangers, and even reached the brink of divorce.
As the two chatted, they quickly finished buying groceries and returned home.
"By the way, when did you discover that I had this illness"
After returning home, Han Fang gazed adoringly at Xu Shaolin as he skillfully bustled about the kitchen. Suddenly, she asked,
"This, at the school gate you wanted to hit me. When I grabbed your wrist, that's when I realized it." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
As Xu Shaolin put the prepared ingredients into the pot, he replied casually.
"When I was at the hospital, I was certain it was almost right, but there were too many things happening at the time and I couldn't treat you immediately."
Xu Shaolin didn't think too much, and he just told everything directly.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes "looking, listening, asking, and touching." The last one, "touching," involves physical examination through palpation of the patient's pulse to determine their health condition.
While the "pulse-taking" that people commonly know is just one technique within the practice of "Chi".
With Xu Shaolin's medical skills, he no longer needs to place three fingers on the cun, guan, and chi points like an ordinary Chinese medicine practitioner to "feel the pulse" in order to determine a patient's condition. As long as there is some physical contact, Xu Shaolin can diagnose illnesses.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has.
When Han Fang heard Xu Shaolin's words, she became immediately angry, her chest heaving violently.
"What When you were in the hospital, people put their hands into...into your private parts, and all you could think about was this"
"While everyone else is concerned about whether someone's hand feels soft or not when they are being affectionate, you're fixated on whether their pulse is racing!"
"I thought Liu Ming was only thinking about those kinds of things, a beast. But you… you're even worse than a beast!"
Han Fang's nose was almost crooked from anger.
This was the first time in her life she had ever been so intimate with a man, but he seemed completely uninterested.
This was a huge blow to her confidence and charm as a woman.
But after the anger, Han Fang felt shy again. She couldn't imagine those words coming out of her own mouth.
Xu Shaolin was speechless at the "worse than an animal" evaluation, but at this moment he didn't want to argue with Han Fang.
Soon, four dishes and one soup were placed on the table by Xu Shaolin.
But these are all common home-cooked dishes. Xu Shaolin spends the most time and effort on something else entirely.
Han Fang immediately discovered that the staple food was not ordinary rice, but something like congee with eight treasures, a whole pot of it.
"What is this, it smells so good!"
When Han Fang saw Xu Shaolin putting all sorts of things into a pot and cooking them, she wasn't particularly impressed at first.
But after smelling the aroma of that thing similar to Eight Treasure Porridge, I couldn't help but lick my lips like a little kitten who was hungry.
"This San Yang porridge, don't look at the fact that it has common ingredients like goji berries and red dates. After I specially process it with my secret recipe, it can effectively treat your palace cold."
"You can eat a little bit every day from now on. I'll wait until I finish eating all of these that I cooked, and then your cold palace will be completely cured."
Xu Shaolin said that without being polite, he took the lead in filling a bowl and gulped it down.
After a busy day, he was truly hungry.
This three-yang congee's function is to replenish kidney yang, so even if you are not someone with cold palace, eating it will be very beneficial.
Seeing this, Han Fang was not to be outdone. She filled her bowl to the brim and began to eat as well.
"This is delicious! I didn't expect you to not only be skilled in medicine, but also have such great cooking skills!"
The first bite and Han Fang was completely in love with the taste.
Han Fang is unwilling to see a doctor, firstly because some things are embarrassing to talk about, and secondly because she's afraid the medicine will be too bitter.
But now Xu Shaolin's so-called dietary therapy, the Three Yang Congee, is not only not unpalatable, but surprisingly delicious.
This caused Han Fang, who normally didn't eat much, to finish three big bowls of rice.
Although I'm still a bit unsatisfied, my stomach can't take any more.
This bland porridge doesn't have much flavor, only people with worsening symptoms find it fragrant.
After having devoured four or five bowls of rice, Xu Shaolin looked at Han Fang who was patting her stomach without a care for her image.
At the same time, Xu Shaolin was also a little annoyed because he felt that the three-flavor porridge was fragrant. This proved that his body was truly weak...
"Looks like I need to train hard. Otherwise, with this body, I'm afraid I couldn't even use one percent of my medical skills."
Xu Shaolin was calculating.
After dinner, the two of them, having had their fill of food and drink, looked at each other, the atmosphere becoming somewhat ambiguous.
Han Fang was originally a beauty who wasn't inferior to any first-line celebrity. Due to years of dance practice, she also had a unique and elegant air about her.
Seeing Han Fang's silk nightgown, which she had changed into at some point, Xu Shaolin quickly lost his composure. Her graceful figure was faintly visible.
As the saying goes, "When one is well-fed and warm, one thinks of silver." It's truly the case.
After eating too much San Yang porridge, Xu Shaolin only felt a strange heat rising from his lower abdomen, and something indescribable was happening in that area.
If this continues, Xu Shaolin doesn't know if he will become a beast.
"That, I feel my lower abdomen is still a little painful, why don't you massage it for me again and comb through my meridians to remove the cold"
Han Fang's eyelids drooped, and she spoke in an unnatural tone.
Upon hearing such an invitation, Xu Shaolin suddenly felt a jolt of electricity coursing through his body, tingling with goosebumps. He couldn't help but think to himself, "What a fox!"
Damn it, anyway, this woman is his own wife. If not, just get rid of her!
Xu Shao Lin's heart moved, and his eyes became somewhat unkind.ecial power, which also calmed Zhang Xiaoli's heart."Okay! Okay! Dr. Xu, just a moment, I'll get the contract!"Zhang Xiaoli hurried to her own workstation.Even if Wang Fu had a previous gambling agree...