Mo Jingyu looked at Chu Qingwan, his light-colored pupils reflecting the light leaking from the treetops.
He seemed to be really confused, but the teasing on his lips betrayed him completely, looking bad to the core.
Chu Qingwan looked at him for a moment and waved her hand: "Forget it, it's nothing."
The three breast dumplings didn't say it clearly. He didn't understand them, so he didn't necessarily know what they meant by their uniform gazes. Her extra explanations were just superfluous.
Chu Qingwan stopped there, but Mo Jingyu didn't give up.
He said with great interest: "Don't worry, does Dr. Chu feel that this king is not a good match?"
Chu Qingwan chuckled: "How can it be possible? The prince is handsome and noble, but the little girl is vulgar and humble and dare not climb high."
Mo Jingyu raised his eyelids lazily: "Doctor Chu is so humble."
Chu Qingwan shrugged, her eyes fell on his legs, and asked seriously: "Besides the pain in your legs, does the prince feel anything else?"
Mo Jingyu told the truth: "I feel swollen from time to time."
Chu Qingwan understood and invited him into the pharmacy, took off his moiré boots, rolled up his trouser legs, and moved his hands along to find acupuncture points to press.
Mo Jingyu was sitting, and she squatted in front of him, with her head facing his legs.
She pressed carefully, with more force than she would use on ordinary patients. After a while, a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead.
Looking further down, her porcelain-white face added a little blush. When she raised her eyes to talk to him, she looked like peach blossoms on the branches after the April rain, tender and lovable.
Mo Jingyu's breathing tightened slightly.
What a bad posture!
With this in mind, he didn't dare to look at her for no reason, and pretended to be calm as he looked at the furnishings in the room.
About a quarter of an hour later, Mo Jingyu frowned and said it hurt more than before.
Chu Qingwan had some concerns in his mind. He stood up and wiped away the sweat, with joy in his clear eyes: "Your legs are regaining consciousness, which shows that the first stage of treatment has been very effective."
Mo Jingyu's mood was a little complicated and he just said "hmm".
Lin Yu was overjoyed and said: "Doctor Chu, do you mean that my prince can stand up?"
Chu Qingwan shook his head: "How can it be so fast? Be patient, I will do my best to shorten the treatment time."
After thinking for a while, she continued: "The previous plan remains the same. From tomorrow on, we will add a massage. I will go to Prince Qi's Mansion earlier."
Mo Jingyu's eyes flashed: "You want to massage me?"
Chu Qingwan nodded.
Mo Jingyu curled his fingers: "The palace has a dedicated person to do this, so Doctor Chu doesn't have to do it himself."
Lin Yu wondered: "Wouldn't it be better for Divine Doctor Chu to do it himself? No matter how careful the servants in the mansion are, they can't compare to Divine Doctor Chu's methods."
This is true. After all, Chu Qingwan is familiar with every acupuncture point on the human body, understands Mo Jingyu's condition, and knows what kind of stimulation is most effective for him.
The servants who specially massaged him only ensured that the muscles in his legs would not atrophy.
Mo Jingyu also knew this, but when he thought of the scene just now, he felt indescribably weird.
Chu Qingwan saw the changes in his expression, and suddenly remembered all the things in the past - he suspected that she was using the child to get close to him.
From this point of view, when she said she wanted a massage, he didn't think she was taking advantage of him, right?
The more Chu Qingwan thought about it, the more it seemed possible, and she couldn't help but say: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, my starting point is just to heal your legs, and there is no other intention."
"This may be offensive, but as a doctor, when I touch your legs, it is essentially the same as touching a ball of pork."
Lin Yu burst out laughing, then immediately held it back, holding back the laughter until his shoulders trembled.
Doctor Chu was so bold that he dared to compare pork with the prince’s legs!
Mo Jingyu's face turned dark: "What did you say?"
Chu Qingwan spread his hands: "Don't be upset, Your Majesty, I was just making an analogy."
Mo Jingyu snorted coldly, his eyes seemed to want to eat her.
Chu Qingwan touched his nose and turned to look for something on the medicine shelf.