Seeing Zhan Qi Pei's focused look, Qiao Jing had no choice but to stop moving and said slowly:
"Um."
What followed was a long silence between the two of them. Qiao Jing watched quietly as Zhan Qi Pei applied ice to her ankle, while the man concentrated on icing her ankle without being distracted for a moment.
After a while, Zhan Qipei helped her ice her ankle and took out a piece of ointment from the medicine box.
"Use this ointment?"
Qiao Jin shook his head and prepared to get out of bed to get his medical kit.
Because she has more complete things in her own medicine cabinet, she can get better faster by giving herself massage and acupuncture than applying ointments.
As a result, when Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing shaking his head, he thought he had taken the wrong ointment and started rummaging through the medicine box again.
Before Qiao Jing could speak, Zhan Qi Pei had already found several other ointments.
"These?"
Qiao Jing tugged at the corner of her mouth helplessly, her red lips parted slightly.
"It's not that. I just bring my medicine box over and I'll give myself acupuncture."
When she saw Zhan Qi Pei hurriedly looking for ointment for herself, she felt helpless and funny.
This dog man is always stubborn at some point.
Zhan Qipei stood up and wanted to help Qiao Jing get the medical kit, but because he had been squatting for a long time, he accidentally stumbled.
Qiao Jin quickly reached out a hand and grabbed Zhan Qi Pei's arm.
After the man stood firm, she noticed that his body was a little stiff. It was probably because he had been applying ice to her for too long while squatting, and now his legs were numb when he suddenly stood up.
Qiao Jing's face also showed some worry, and she said:
"Let's take a rest."
Zhan Qipei's face was gloomy for a moment, and his brows furrowed into the Chinese character Sichuan.
"fine."
He couldn't show any fatigue or vulnerability in front of Qiao Jing, otherwise his wife might think he wasn't a man enough.
Let’s not talk about whether Qiao Jing thinks so, he himself feels that he is not man enough.
After saying these words, Zhan Qi Pei immediately took steps and walked in the direction of Qiao Jing's medicine box.
He quickly brought the medicine box, placed it next to Qiao Jing, and helped open the medicine box.
"Which one should I take?"
Seeing that Zhan Qi Pei had no intention of letting him take the silver needles, Qiao Jing reached out helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows, then bent down slightly and took a set of silver needles himself.
"I can do it myself."
She only injured her foot, not her upper body as well.
What's more, this bitch just brought the medical kit in front of her and asked her to take it in person. It was just a matter of bending down and stretching out her hands, so why did she need help from others?
Seeing that he could not help, Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, but he didn't know much about medical skills and didn't have much to say, so he could only watch Qiao Jing doing acupuncture.
Qiao Jing opened a set of silver needles, took out a few of them, and quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points.
When Zhan Qi Pei saw the set of silver needles that glowed coldly and were very slender, he couldn't help but raise his long eyebrows again.
When he saw Qiao Jing injecting himself with the needle so quickly, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.
"Does it hurt?"
This was the first time that he saw Qiao Jing giving him acupuncture. He was not worried that a woman would hit the wrong acupuncture point by quickly inserting acupuncture. After all, his wife was Dr. Jing Shen.
When I saw such fast acupuncture techniques with my own eyes, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. I was more worried that Qiao Jing would be in pain.
Qiao Jing glanced at his ankle, which was pricked by several silver needles, and said calmly:
"It doesn't hurt."
She is a doctor who specializes in acupuncture. Not only has she given acupuncture to many patients, she has also given it to herself many times.
Because before giving acupuncture to patients, she treated herself as a test subject during her studies and pricked many acupuncture points on herself.
These have long been a common occurrence for her, just like being bitten by a mosquito.
Zhan Qipei stared at the slender silver needle for a long time and asked with hesitation:
"Does it really not hurt?"
Qiao Jing nodded and glanced at the current time.
Zhan Qipei frowned more and more, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore and stood up.
"I'll make porridge for you."
Although his reason told him that this was acupuncture, and Qiao Jing was a Chinese medicine practitioner, he would definitely be able to accept it. Moreover, he himself had undergone acupuncture, so it didn't hurt at all for him.
But when he saw such a slender silver needle pricking Qiao Jing's body, he still couldn't control his inner thoughts. He only felt that the woman was in pain at the moment.
Qiao Jing said "hmm" and counted the time in his mind.
After a while, she took off the silver needle stuck on her ankle. At the same time, she smelled the aroma of porridge coming in from outside the living room.
After applying ice and acupuncture, the swelling in my ankle has almost subsided, and the blood stasis is no longer so scary.
Qiao Jing randomly took a piece of ointment and applied it to her ankles. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was ready to go out and check.
As a result, as soon as she walked to the door, Zhan Qi Pei came over with a bowl of porridge.
When Zhan Qi Pei saw Qiao Jin getting out of bed and walking, his brows instantly wrinkled, with worry written between his brows.
He quickly put down the porridge in his hand and put it on the table nearby. He quickly came to Qiao Jing's side and reached out to support the woman.
"Why did you just get out of bed and walk around?"
Before Qiao Jing could speak, Zhan Qi Pei was brought all the way back to the bed and forced her to sit back on the bed.
But at least this allowed her to get out of bed and take a few steps. Just now when she wanted to get the medical kit, she was stopped by Zhan Qi Pei before her feet even touched the ground.
"I've finished acupuncture and I'm feeling much better now."
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei lowered his eyes and took a look at the woman's ankle and found that it was really not that swollen.
But he still didn't let go, and still stubbornly let Qiao Jing sit on the bed.
"You sit here and I'll bring you the porridge."
As he spoke, he walked out. When he reached the door, he didn't forget to look back at Qiao Jing.
After seeing the woman sitting safely on the bed, she took steps forward with confidence.
After a while, Zhan Qipei walked back to the room carrying porridge.
Qiao Jing thought Zhan Qi Pei was going to put it on the bedside table for her, but the man didn't and still brought the porridge.
She subconsciously reached out to take it, but Zhan Qipei had no intention of giving the porridge to her.
Qiao Jing now understood that this doggy man must have wanted to feed her porridge with his own hands.
"wait."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhan Qi Pei scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her mouth.
There was a crack in Qiao Jing's usually expressionless face, and her temples jumped twice.
"I'll do it myself, my hand isn't hurt."
Her premonition came true.
She had injured her hand before, and it would have made sense if Zhan Qi Pei wanted to feed her porridge with his own hands, but now that she only injured her foot, the man actually wanted to feed her porridge with his own hands.
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing stubbornly, still wanting to feed Qiao Jing himself.
Qiao Jing knew that if she was as stubborn as Zhan Qi Pei, she would definitely be no match for him, so she reached out and grabbed the edge of the bowl, and raised her eyes to look directly at the man.