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

"Not yet?" Rong Junchu's expression was light, his eyes were slightly cold.

Song Qingzhu woke up instantly, coughed lightly, "Then let's start, but you take off your clothes first."

Rong Junchu's cold eyes fell on Song Qingzhu, who shuddered.

After a long time, Song Qingzhu came to his senses, and said seriously, "I need acupuncture on your leg, how can I treat your leg if you don't take it off?"

After finishing speaking, Rong Junchu, who was sitting in the wheelchair, still didn't respond, but there was a trace of inquiry in Song Qingzhu's eyes.

Song Qingzhu was taken aback by him, and added, "I am a doctor, and there is no difference between men and women in front of a doctor."

"Ah."

Rong Junchu finally spoke, but what does the "um" mean?He took it off!

Song Qingzhu only felt that he had encountered the most difficult patient in his life, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Now she regrets that she hugged this golden thigh back then.

"you help me."

I don't know how long it took, Song Qingzhu finally heard him speak, but what did he mean by that, did he want her to help a man take off his pants?
Song Qingzhu raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that his face was as usual, without any expression, but his slightly pursed lips revealed his heart at the moment.

No one would have imagined that the frightening Lord Jiu didn't even have the ability to take off his clothes on his own.

Song Qingzhu suddenly felt cold sweat on his head, buried his head and whispered, "Why don't you let the housekeeper come in to help you?"

"No need." Rong Junchu's voice was cold, and he rejected Song Qingzhu's proposal neatly, then raised his finger and pointed at his leg, "Come here."

The two short words are like an order that cannot be commented on.

Song Qingzhu moved over a few times, knelt down on one knee, and slowly approached the black belt with one hand.

Approaching him, Song Qingzhu could smell the faint fragrance of his body, mixed with a trace of medicinal fragrance.

Fingers like white jade landed on the black belt. Song Qingzhu picked the buckle with his hand, but the belt was still fastened.

Song Qingzhu only felt that his head was big, his fingers fumbled and touched a button again, and he pressed it down with a little force, but the belt was still tightly fastened.

"stupid."

There was a cold snort above his head, and a hand with strong bones stretched out, and he pushed two buttons at the same time, and with a click, the waist buckle was released.

"I'm a doctor, not a pervert." Song Qingzhu muttered dissatisfiedly, how could a doctor untie a patient's belt.

She is the first ever.

Unbuttoning his belt, Song Qingzhu pulled off one of his trouser legs numbly with the other hand.

With this movement, she didn't notice that the eyes of the man above her had grown darker.

His legs had a sickly pale color from years of inactivity.

Song Qingzhu tapped on several places on his legs, but no surprise, his legs didn't respond at all.

Seeing her frowning in thought, Rong Junchu asked with a trace of coldness on his face, "Can't be saved?"

Hearing his words suddenly, Song Qingzhu came back to his senses in a jerk, his eyes touched the expression on his face, and he couldn't help shivering again.

"It can be saved, I'm just wondering where to activate your blood vessels."

She also talked about the deal and took off her pants. If she said "no" at this moment, Song Qingzhu believed that she would not be able to walk out of this door alive.

Thinking of this, Song Qingzhu looked a little serious. These legs were not the most troublesome problem she had encountered since she started her career, but if she made a mistake, she might be buried with these golden thighs with her own life.

Song Qingzhu took out a suede bag from his bag and spread it out. Inside were nearly a hundred needles, large and small.

Rong Junchu looked at these needles and asked, "Is this your master's?"

When it comes to Pei Zhen, his attitude is rarely respectful.

Song Qingzhu nodded. Normally, she rarely used the gold and silver needles given to her by her master. One was to avoid suspicion, and the other was because ordinary people would never use them.

"Because silver needles have good thermal conductivity, they will have a much better effect on your legs than steel needles, but they are very thick, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"Ah."

A simple word has already expressed his attitude.

What is this little pain compared to disabled legs?
"Okay, let's start now."

As Song Qingzhu said, he took out a longer silver needle and injected it into a acupuncture point on his thigh.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the hands on the wheelchair slowly clenching. Song Qingzhu was still happy, at least the sensory system of his legs was as usual.

"There are still 43 injections. If your leg rebounds with pain when I apply the injection, don't suppress it deliberately."

"Noisy." Rong Junchu said two words impatiently.

Song Qingzhu's drooping face had an expression of being overwhelmed. This should be the hardest wall she has hit in her career.

How dare you call her stupid!
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a little heavier in his hands.

quick!allow!ruthless!
Doesn't he feel that he is long-winded?She let him taste the pain of the silver needle!
"Are you taking revenge?"

Song Qingzhu, who was still secretly happy when he heard this, paused the movement of his hands, raised his head and smiled flatteringly, "How can that be! I'm doing this for your own good. If you hurt more, you can recover sooner."

Rong Junchu's inquisitive eyes fell on her, and Song Qingzhu felt that the smile on his face could hardly hold back.

The coldness in those eyes made her shiver.

Putting your head down is another needle.

Her blow was extremely heavy, and the veins in Rong Junchu's clenched hands were exposed.

"Better so."

The sound of gnashing of teeth came from above his head, and Song Qingzhu felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

What she said was the truth, and now she and his master are the only ones who understand this set of gold and silver acupuncture. Could it be that the master and the old man can still betray themselves?
Song Qingzhu thought happily that the acupoints that could have been replaced with steel needles were also replaced with golden needles twice as thick.

When the 44 needles fell, Rong Junchu didn't hum from the beginning to the end. Song Qingzhu couldn't help admiring his endurance.

He raised his head but bumped into a pair of water-like eyes.

"I feel my muscles beating." These words already brought a lot of joy.

Song Qingzhu looked at him, his face was a little pale because of the pain, his lips were bloody, his eyes were no longer as cold as before, beads of sweat dripped from his hair on his cheeks, looking down, The slightly open neckline reveals the snow-colored collarbone...

She couldn't help but think of the words "sick and beautiful".

"Have you seen enough?"

"Not yet." Song Qingzhu said without hesitation. After reacting, he quickly pulled out a steel needle from the bag and coughed lightly, "I mean, I still need to give a few needles on the top of your head."

Song Qingzhu was standing behind Rong Junchu. Only then did she realize that Rong Junchu was really tall. Even if he was sitting, he was not much shorter than her. She guessed that even if his height was not 190, he would not be far behind.

She looked at the head in front of her, and her brows were frowned. It's not easy to give needles at this height.

After thinking about it, he walked to the front and said with a tangled face, "Why don't you lend me your legs as a cushion?"