Yu Wenhao felt that the palms of her hands were warm, and this warmth was continuously flowing in like internal force, which relieved his pain to a great extent.
He looked at Yuan Qingling, a little surprised, "Why are the palms of your hands so hot?"
Yuan Qingling withdrew his hand and saw that the entire palm of his hand was red. He felt strange, but his hand was immediately grabbed by him, and the palms of their hands touched each other. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Your palms are hot, and there is heat spreading through them."
Come here, you can help me with the pain."
Yuan Qingling was very surprised, "Really? So strange?"
"When I hold your hand, I feel it doesn't hurt so much anymore." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling looked at the pain pump and said, "Is the painkiller taking effect?"
"No, I should hold your hand!" Yu Wenhao tried to gently let go of her hand, but felt another burst of pain. He immediately held her hand again, and the heat arrived, and the pain subsided.
He said very confidently: "It's your hand. The heat in your palm gave me pain relief. Lao Yuan, have you practiced the internal skills and mental methods that Fourth Master taught you?"
Yuan Qingling was a little ashamed, "I have practiced, but I am always lazy."
"I think you don't have very deep internal energy. What's the reason?" Yu Wenhao originally thought it was an infusion of internal energy, but Lao Yuan didn't have such deep internal energy, and even the fourth master probably didn't.
"Can it really relieve pain?" Yuan Qingling thought of the self-healing ability of snacks, and now she felt very hot in her belly. Heat therapy? But it was strange that the heat therapy could be transmitted to his body through her hands.
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There are too many things that can't be explained now, and Yuan Qingling doesn't delve into them. It's just as long as it can relieve pain.
On the fifth day after Yu Wenhao's operation, good news came from Xiuzhou Mansion. Beimo requested an armistice and wanted to hold peace talks with Beitang.
When the news came, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, was very happy, and felt very proud. This battle, with a small number to win a large number, could be included in the military manual and recorded in the annals of history.
Yu Wenhao was so happy that he hugged Yuan Qingling and kissed him several times. His face lit up and he said excitedly: "Old Yuan, you have won!"
Yuan Qingling looked at him with a smile, "Don't be excited when you know you have won. If you turn around and the wound will open, you won't be able to laugh anymore."
Yu Wenhao said proudly: "The great news is that it doesn't matter even if the wound opens."
Yuan Qingling looked at his extremely happy expression, tears welling up in her eyelashes. It's not easy, it's really not easy!
The couple hugged each other, and only then did they feel that the world was at peace.
Yuan Qing Ling really wanted to cry. How difficult was this journey? This battle did not last long, but the confrontation with Bei Mo had been too long.