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He sent Lu Ming to the office door all the time, watching him change into a white coat, He Pingan was still worried, and told Lu Ming face to face, "If you are not feeling well, get off work early, send me a text message, and I will pick you up .”

Lu Ming's curious colleagues secretly gossip about He Pingan, he doesn't even know that he looks like a little daughter-in-law who is worried about her husband.

He Pingan found the elevator and went downstairs. This was the first time he came to Luming's work place, but he was not in the mood to look around at all.

When he returned home, He Ping'an was still thinking about Lu Ming's body. He didn't know what happened to him, and he was absent-minded for a whole day, without thinking about the problem.

As Luming got off work, He Pingan anxiously stared at his text messages, thinking about whether to go to Luming's work unit.

Hearing that someone unlocked it, He Pingan hurried to the door, and saw Lu Ming put a pure black umbrella beside him, staggered into the bedroom, leaving a string of shoe prints behind him.

At night, Lu Ming didn't eat, and took off his artificial limbs and lay on the bed. Under his calm appearance, his body and spirit were on the verge of collapse.

Severe phantom limb pain came unexpectedly again.

Lu Ming couldn't bear the excruciating pain anymore, he groaned, and reached out to get the painkiller, but broke the water glass beside the bed.

He Pingan took a casual bite of his dinner, and kept paying attention to the movement in the bedroom. When he heard the sound, he hurried over.

Just saw Lu Ming leaning against the bed, clutching a fragment of a cup in one hand, piercing his leg through his pajama pants.

"What are you doing!"

"Get out, leave me alone!" Lu Ming shouted angrily when he saw him.

Seeing Lu Ming lose his temper for the first time, He Pingan was too busy to stop his self-mutilation and had no time to answer.

"Hiss!" During the pull, He Ping'an's palm was cut with a long wound by the debris, and his hand trembled unconsciously.

Seeing the blood, Lu Ming suddenly stopped his movements.

Sighing tiredly, Lu Ming apologized to He Pingan, "I'm sorry."

He Pingan didn't care about his hands, and rolled up Lu Ming's pajama pants, revealing his cold stump.

Two ugly suture scars stretched across the end of the stump. Compared with the last time I saw it, there were many scars and bruises on the legs, all of which were new.

"What happened to you?" He Pingan asked Lu Ming.

"Phantom limb pain, it's too tormenting, I'm sorry, I hurt you." Lu Ming apologized again.

"I'm fine." He Pingan shook his head, "What should I do now? Go to the hospital?"

"It's useless. Phantom limb pain will occur after amputation. So far, there is no effective treatment." Lu Ming numbly said what the doctor had repeated to himself.

He Ping'an didn't believe it, "There is always a way to alleviate it, just wait a moment, I'll check it out."

Lu Ming had regained his sanity at this time, and smiled weakly, "Baidu?"

He Pingan ran to the study to turn on the computer, and posted a help post on the post bar.

After waiting anxiously for a while, there were more and more replies, and some kind netizens provided their own experience.

He Pingan ran back to the bedroom, found the essential oil that Lu Ming used to massage his legs on the bedside, and said to Lu Ming, "Some people say this works."

Lu Ming watched as He Pingan poured the essential oil on his lap and rubbed it with his hands.

After massaging for a while, Lu Ming's cold stump became warm.

While continuing, he looked at Lu Ming and teased him and said, "How do you feel? Although I haven't learned massage techniques, I treated my grandfather's bruises and sprains, haha."

Lu Ming stared at the red and swollen palm of his left hand for a while, and asked He Pingan, "Does it hurt?"

"It's a small wound, it doesn't hurt. I used to be often injured in school fights, and I'm used to it." He Pingan replied.

"He Ping An" Lu Ming called his name, and sincerely said what he had thought many times in his heart, "You are a good boy."

It was the first time someone said that about himself. Under such circumstances, He Ping'an was somehow moved.

Sniffing, He Pingjian continued to act as if nothing had happened, and said to himself, "I also don't think I'm the kind of person He Geng scolded."

Perhaps it was because of the relaxation in the heart, the lavender-flavored essential oil spread out, and Lu Ming felt in a daze that his legs really didn't hurt so much.

He Pingan also saw that he was in better condition, turned to him and said, "Lie down on the bed, and I'll press your shoulders again."

Lu Ming complied obediently, found a comfortable position and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Luming's regular breathing sounded softly. He Pingan stopped his movements, made sure that he was asleep, and exited the bedroom.

Lu Ming woke up again, it was the next morning, the weather outside was still gloomy, he checked the time, it was 06:30.

I slept well last night, and now I have a long-lost sense of energy. This kind of situation is rare even in normal times, let alone rainy days.

Thanks to He Pingan for helping him massage his body, Lu Ming dressed and walked out of the bedroom.

He was greeted by He Pingan's loud greeting, "Morning, how did you feel yesterday?"

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth could not help but upturned, showing a charming smile in He Pingan's eyes, "Very good, thank you."

"You're welcome!" He Pingan said boldly.

Lu Ming noticed that the wound on his left hand had been bandaged by himself, so he went to the bathroom to wash in peace.

For the next few days, He Pingan massaged Lu Ming every night, and continued to improve his technique based on what he found on the Internet. Finally, when the weather turned fine, Lu Ming slept a few times in a row, and his complexion was miraculously rosy Get healthy.