"Hiss." Hearing a gasping sound, Su Yue stopped talking and looked over, only to see Mr. Shao frowning, his rosy face turning pale, and he was sitting stiffly with his arms covered, not daring to move.

Su Yue looked at the corner of the marble table and heard a "thud" just now. It turned out that Mr. Shao's arm accidentally hit it. From that sound, I'm afraid the knock was quite serious.

"Uncle Shao, are you okay?"

"Dad, are you okay?"

The voices of Su Yue and Shao Dongming sounded at the same time. Su Yue was unsure, while Shao Dongming was anxious and sure. The two looked at each other, and without caring about anything else, they hurried forward to check on Mr. Shao's condition.

Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Shao's forehead and flowed down his forehead. Looking at the worried expressions of the two of them, he gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, exhaled with difficulty, and raised the corners of his mouth, "

I'm fine, don't worry, it's just the same old habit."

He said it easily, but the arm that was hit couldn't stop shaking, and the cold sweat became more and more intense, which showed that he was not as fine as he said.

"Dad, didn't you put any plaster on today?"

Shao Dongming frowned and did not dare to touch his father's arm. Su Yue didn't know the situation. He knew that his father had a chronic disease that could not be eradicated.

Don't touch it when it hurts, otherwise the pain will get worse the more you touch it. He has to endure it by himself, which often takes an hour. All he can do is wipe his father's sweat.

Mr. Shao glanced at his son carefully and whispered: "I didn't stick it when I felt it didn't hurt anymore. Who knew it would... hurt again? Son, don't report it to your mother, or your mother will get pregnant."

I'm angry."

Shao Dongming's face turned ugly after hearing this. He said frantically: "Dad, why are you disobedient? Grandpa Zheng said that the plaster cannot be cut off every day. If you are disobedient, your arm will never heal. You are not a child."

Yes, it doesn’t hurt if you put a plaster on it. Oh, you don’t feel the pain anymore. Who is hurting now? You can move your arms. You...you...tell mom when I get home."

The preaching tone made Mr. Shao look embarrassed, especially with the little girl Su Yue by his side. He felt that he couldn't bear to be taught such a lesson by his son.

"I didn't know it would hurt today. I didn't wear it the past two days and it was fine. Who are you talking to? It's not big or small."

Shao Dongming stared, and his temper grew, "You didn't post it two days ago? Comrade Shao, you are so silent, you are so awesome, should I give you a best performance award?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Su Yue had no choice but to say nothing. She first glanced at Shao Dongming and told him not to argue with his old comrade, and then looked at Shao Dongming, whose face turned pale in pain and was still sullen.

Mr. Shao is sulky with his son.

He pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Shao, I have learned some medical knowledge before. How about I help you massage it to relieve the pain?"

She said this nonsense. Neither she nor the original owner had studied medicine, but she worked as a volunteer in a nursing home for a period of time when she was in college. Some of the elderly people there also had pain in their arms and legs. In order to relieve the pain, she went there

Massage techniques learned online.

When she entered the door, she noticed that one of Mr. Shao's arms was not as flexible as the other. It hung by his side and rarely moved. She didn't think much about it at that time. The same thing happened when she was making tea. That arm seemed to have no strength.

, and the movements are also slower.

Now she knew the reason. Mr. Shao's arm most likely had some disease, and it was a very serious disease.

The reason why she spoke about medical science was to gain the trust of Shao Dongming and Mr. Shao, paving the way for her to use supernatural powers next. After all, massage alone cannot achieve the effect of pain relief.

However, what he didn't expect was that Shao Dongming refused without thinking after hearing her words, "No!"

Maybe he felt that his rejection was too hurtful, so he explained again: "Comrade Su, you don't know, my dad can't touch his arm when it hurts, only..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was angrily interrupted by Mr. Shao, "Why can't you touch it? It's not made of tofu. Come here, Girl Su, my arm is hurting so much. Please help Uncle Shao press it."

Hearing this, Shao Dongming turned around angrily, took a deep breath before turning his head, and looked at Mr. Shao with a dark face.

Mr. Shao was not afraid of his black face. Seeing Shao Dongming unable to do anything to him, he felt proud. Su Yue felt helpless seeing this scene. The father and son started to get into trouble again. They really didn't want to give in to the other.

When she heard Mr. Shao calling her, she had no choice but to look at Shao Dongming apologetically. Then she sat next to Mr. Shao and carefully pulled up the injured arm. She found the acupuncture points and gently pressed them. At the same time, traces of supernatural powers were traced along the fingers.

The tip kept pulling out of her body and flowing towards Mr. Shao's arm.

Mr. Shao's arm was very painful when he was first touched, but he endured it without saying a word. In fact, he didn't believe that Su Yue could relieve his pain. Zheng Guo couldn't even hold his arm. How could a little girl be so powerful?

Where to go?

But he couldn't bear to hurt the little girl's self-confidence. It was rare for the little girl to have this intention. How could he refuse so easily? He just thought it would hurt for a while. He was used to the pain, and it wouldn't kill anyone anyway.

But within a minute, under the pressure of those hands, he felt a heat filling his arms bit by bit.

At first it was just a trace, which was negligible, but slowly turned into one piece, a big piece, and then the excruciating pain slowly faded away, replaced by a warm feeling. Not only the arms, but the whole body felt comfortable.

The comfortable Mr. Shao just wanted to sleep with his eyes closed.

"This..." Mr. Shao's eyes widened and he looked at Su Yue in disbelief. What kind of method is this? It's unheard of. Does it work so quickly, or is it so magical?

Su Yue smiled and kept pressing her hands, but withdrew the power. It was only enough to save Mr. Shao from pain for a month.

She said that relief was really just relief. Although she could cure it, she would not do it. It would be fine if she just pressed it so casually. She didn't want to arouse suspicion. There is no such miraculous medical skill in the world.

Shao Dongming saw his father's face turn from pale to rosy, his lips turned red, the pain no longer appeared on his face, and his eyes even lit up, and this happened in just two or three minutes.

He looked at Su Yue in surprise, and couldn't help but get closer, just press it with his slender fingers?

Is it more powerful than the plaster that Grandpa Zheng spent several days brewing from precious medicinal materials?

"Dad, how do you feel? Does it still... hurt?" Looking at his father's expression of enjoyment, he couldn't help but ask, and the last sentence he asked was soft and unbelievable.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. My arms are feeling hot. Now I feel like I can lift you up and turn you around." Mr. Shao laughed and looked at Su Yue with kind eyes, as if he were looking at his own daughter.

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Chapter completed!