Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Although Zhang Yan, who was being held hostage, was not convinced, after all, being held hostage in his own home was not something he could complain about, but he did not have the strength to do so.

If Lin Feng wants to pinch me, then let him do it.

No, it's kneading.

But, not this time!

This is about his dignity.

Others think he can't do it, but Lin Feng can't say he can't do it.

"Doctor Lin, your medical skills are not good enough. Why am I shrunken? Where am I shrunken? Where have I shrunk? Tell me, tell me!"

Zhang Yan was anxious, very anxious.

He endured the pain and forced those words out from between his lips.

Lin Feng couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Zhang Yan's anxious and useless look.

“Haha…hahahaha…”

Lin Feng has professional ethics. He usually doesn't laugh, but he couldn't help it.

Otherwise there wouldn't be so many complaints about his bad service attitude.

"You..." Zhang Yan raised his finger and pointed at Lin Feng. Just as he was about to curse, he immediately grimaced in pain.

Because of his smile, Lin Feng couldn't control the strength of his hands, and they were not very careful.

I finally managed to hold it in for a while, and when I looked up, I saw Zhang Yan's face flushed with anger.

Oh no, I want to laugh again.

"I'm sorry..." Lin Feng's apology was obviously insincere, and it even trembled with laughter.

In order to prevent himself from laughing out loud, Lin Feng tried hard to purse his lips, but from his trembling eyelashes and the upturned corners of his eyes, one could still tell that he was in a good mood at the moment.

This is the first time in so many years that I feel good without any burden.

I am happier than getting an admission letter from a university, happier than getting a permanent job, and happier than ever before.

After a few minutes of agony for both of them, their moods slowly returned to normal.

Lin Feng's slightly trembling and wandering hands finally rested on the correct muscles, slowly kneading Zhang Yan's legs along the texture. Passive exercise was also good for him, although the effect was very poor.

"I'm sorry." Lin Feng raised his head, his eyes were like a calm lake, without any ripples.

The lips looked too red because of the effort.

Zhang Yan's gaze moved from Lin Feng's eyes downwards, to his high nose bridge and that hint of red.

locking.

Zhang Yan just looked at him without replying.

Lin Feng didn't care whether Zhang Yan accepted the apology or not. If he didn't accept it, he could break his legs. A lifetime of being in a wheelchair was just a matter of convenience.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows. It was rare to see such an unconventional expression on the face of Dr. Lin, the most popular doctor among the elite.

Nice and not greasy.

Isn't this what a clean boy should look like?

Lin Feng did not stop his hands and continued to press various acupuncture points to stimulate the nerves in Zhang Yan's legs.

"You didn't shrink? Look at your muscles now, they're so loose and flabby, what do you look like?

The legs of the hen in the chicken coop are much stronger than yours. Oh, I forgot, the hen even lays eggs while standing. She only lies down when she sleeps.

Didn’t you just eat someone’s chicken leg? The old people always say that what you eat replenishes what you have. I hope your thigh can be as strong as an old hen’s.”

Zhang Yan felt the touch in his legs, which were sore and swollen, and electric currents were running through his blood vessels throughout his body.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but refute Lin Feng's words, "This old woman's nonsense, you, a chief physician who graduated from a famous medical university, actually believed it. This is about the same as the probability of seeing a ghost in broad daylight."

"What? You don't believe it? Do you believe that if you don't listen to the doctor's advice, your muscles will not only shrink, but they will really atrophy and you will never be able to stand up again."

Lin Feng was originally joking with Zhang Yan, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yan didn't care about the rehabilitation of his leg at all, and Lin Feng got angry all of a sudden.

He grabbed Zhang Yan's leg and moved forward.

With one hand on the back of the recliner, he grabbed Zhang Yan's ear with the other.

"Listen to me carefully. Come to work with me tomorrow morning, and I will personally take you upstairs to do some exercise. Otherwise, I will break your legs and then reattach them. You have to trust my skills."

"Ouch, it hurts!" Zhang Yan cried out in pain.

It really hurts, my ears are red.

"It really hurts, I'll be obedient, just let go..."

Zhang Yan grabbed Lin Feng's hand and held it tightly, fearing that he would be punished again if he let go.

It was just a minor punishment, but Zhang Yan's nonchalant and joking look was so irritating. Lin Feng's men didn't use too much force, they just twisted Zhang Yan's ear and then let go.

Just as he was about to let go of his hand, Zhang Yan's hand wrapped around him unexpectedly. He paused, and the back of his hand was covered with sweat from Zhang Yan's palm.

I really shouldn't have teased this young master. Now I'm making myself uncomfortable.

Lin Feng moved his hands slightly, trying to break free from Zhang Yan's hand.

Zhang Yan's hands are not as big as Lin Feng's, and they are not as slender as Lin Feng's. Lin Feng's hands look like they were born to hold a scalpel, slender, white, and strong. Zhang Yan's hands don't look like the hands that a domineering CEO should have, they are not slender enough, a little stubby, and the knuckles are very thick. At first glance, they are the hands of people who have been exercising and working for many years, not the hands of a young master who has never touched water since childhood.

Zhang Yan's hand couldn't hold Lin Feng's hand, and he pressed it tightly, with wet sweat on the palm and back of his hand. Zhang Yan found that Lin Feng's hand was moving, and he thought Lin Feng was going to twist his ear again, so he used more force and pressed it even tighter.

Because Lin Feng has to hold a scalpel, he keeps his hands dry all year round. Coupled with the repeated use of disinfectant and hand sanitizer, Lin Feng's hands are often dry to the point of being painful.

The sweat made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Feng couldn't break free from Zhang Yan's control, so he used some clever strength on his wrist, turned his wrist, and placed his palm against Zhang Yan's palm, and then fell on the back of Zhang Yan's hand and grabbed it.

"Now that you know it hurts, just be obedient from now on."

"I know, I know. I will listen to Dr. Lin in the future. In order to avoid atrophy and shrinkage in the future."

Lin Feng listened to Zhang Yan's assurance and felt something was wrong. Also, when did the two of them get so close?

very dangerous.

as predicted.

When Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and tried to stretch out his hand to swear, the change in posture caused the center of gravity of both of them to become unstable and the recliner fell backwards.

Lin Feng was not paying attention and failed to hold on, and his body fell directly on Zhang Yan.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan only injured his leg and there was nothing wrong with his upper body, otherwise he would have to be taken to the hospital to have his bones re-set.

Although Lin Feng was standing, the strength of his upper body was on Zhang Yan. The recliner kept shaking. Lin Feng tried several times but failed to stand up.

The vibration in my chest comes from every attempted movement.

The hot breath not only made Zhang Yan's ears redder, but also his face, neck, and chest...