Di Ji was actually a little arrogant, but suddenly he realized that that arrogance was nothing compared to the hope that his leg would get better.
He didn't want to do anything to others, but he was used to being respected by the people around him over the years, and now he had to be like ordinary people outside. It was indeed a bit embarrassing.
Especially just now, Feng Jiu slapped Leng Yue in public. Even if Leng Yue was at fault, this was clearly provoking his bottom line.
So after entering the outpatient clinic, Di Ji's face still didn't look good, and his breath was a little unstable.
"Old sir, if you come to see me, Fengjiu will never have any objections to you. You are my patient here."
Feng Jiu sat down in front of him, opened the needle pack and put the silver needles on the table: "But if you come with emotions and ask me to treat you, then I'm sorry, I still want to ask you to wait until your emotions calm down.
Let’s start again.”
Di Ji closed his eyes and said calmly: "I don't have any questions. Please, sir."
If you wait any longer, you will definitely have to wait for others to see it first. Feng Jiu will not wait here for him.
For him, isn't this another provocation?
Feng Jiu had someone pour a cup of tea and delivered it to Di Ji personally: "Although this tea is ordinary, it is quite good when mixed with clear spring water. How about giving it a try, old man?"
Di Ji didn't know what he wanted to do, but the tea did not smell bad.
He took it with both hands, shook it slightly, and tasted it.
"how?"
Feng Jiu asked.
Emperor Ji was not a tea drinker, but he felt that the tea was bitter in the mouth, but after drinking it, his lips and teeth were sweet.
After tasting it two more times, he said, "Not bad."
Isn't this just trying to compensate him after I insulted him in the lobby?
But it seemed that Feng Jiu had no intention of apologizing.
Emperor Ji was a little confused. After drinking the tea, he saw Feng Jiu picking up the silver needle.
Di Ji still couldn't figure out the meaning of this cup of tea. "You..." He paused for a moment before adding, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
"It hasn't been checked yet, not yet."
Fengjiu's silver needle fell on the acupuncture point on his leg. The needle was always dropped quickly and accurately, and the patient would not suffer any pain.
Di Ji thought about it again and finally understood.
This cup of tea was just to calm him down. As Feng Jiu said, don't let him heal with emotions. It didn't mean he wanted to apologize.
On the contrary, it made Di Ji feel a little bored.
Feng Jiu was just treating him as a routine matter, and he did exactly what he said. In his eyes, everyone is just a patient, and there is no distinction between high and low.
On the contrary, I often have some messy thoughts in my heart, but I don't seem so generous.
Di Ji sighed lightly.
Feng Jiu's fingers fell on his ankle and pushed upward gently: "Why are you sighing, sir?"
Emperor Ji didn't say anything. The reason why he sighed seemed a bit difficult to explain.
Feng Jiu didn't ask any further questions. Her massage techniques were strange and unpredictable. Di Ji's legs gradually became warm and seemed to feel a little itchy.
"Sir, my legs..." "The nerves need a period of time to recover. During the recovery process, due to the growth of the meridians themselves, the legs will feel hot and itchy. This is a good phenomenon."
When Di Ji heard this, he felt happy: "In other words, my legs are recovering little by little?"
"So to speak."
Feng Jiu finished pushing one side and started pushing the other side: "I will inject the medicine into your husband's legs later. After your husband returns, he will have to be massaged every day. After a while, it may not be possible."
It will work wonders.”
How dare Di Ji doubt Feng Jiu's medical skills now? No matter what he wants to put into his body, it is completely acceptable to Di Ji.
His legs are now hot and itchy. Although it is really uncomfortable, it is many times better than not feeling at all.
This time, there is really hope.
After massaging his legs, Feng Jiu took out the syringe and started to give him acupuncture.
These prescriptions have been tested by the Masked Empress before, but now they have been modified, replacing the prescriptions suitable for women with those suitable for men. As expected, it is a new and powerful medicine.
Feng Jiu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Di Ji's legs were obviously red and swollen after the medicine went in.
"The process of re-growing the meridians is absolutely uncomfortable, but I can guarantee that the effect will be absolutely good."
She stood up and started to pack her things: "Old sir, you need to be patient during these days. After you get through the most difficult three days, the rest of the days will be better."
Emperor Ji's legs are different from those of the Masked Empress. Emperor Ji's injury lasted longer and his recovery speed was slower.
Therefore, the pain he has to endure is much milder than that of the Masked Lady. It is just itchy and uncomfortable.
But for people like Di Ji, it shouldn't be too difficult to endure.
"Thanks."
When he was leaving, Di Ji finally couldn't help but said: "I... thank you."
"I have earned your money, so I can't thank you enough."
Just as Feng Jiu finished speaking, a burst of wailing suddenly came from outside.
Feng Jiu frowned, and the late Emperor Ji stepped out.
Outside, Leng Yue pushed the man next to him to the ground with one palm, and in the end, he even wanted to kick him in the foot.
With a snap, Qiao Mu, who had come after hearing the news, kicked out. Leng Yue was shaken by her kick and fell to the ground with a thud.
Here, apart from being able to bully Little Cherry, others really don't take her seriously.
In particular, Qiao Mu's skills were the best after Xue Gu and Feng Jiu. When she was kicked by Qiao Mu, she felt so much pain in her feet that her leg bones were almost broken.
If Qiao Mu had not been merciful under her feet, her leg would have been destroyed on the spot! "What's the matter?"
Feng Jiu felt uncomfortable when she saw Leng Yue. She really disliked this person.
"You...you actually hurt me!"
Leng Yue finally got up and quickly returned to Di Ji: "Father, they have gone too far!"
Di Ji didn't say anything. He was impressed by Feng Jiu's medical skills just now, so now, his subconscious was on Feng Jiu's side.
Leng Yue knew that this old man didn't want to help her at all, but she was really angry.
"This man wants to take advantage of me!"
She pointed at the man who was pushed to the ground by her palm, and her face turned red with anger: "He has been staring at me just now, and he has been staring at me for a long time! You guys attacked me indiscriminately, this is too much!"
Feng Jiu took a deep breath, turned back to stare at Di Ji and said, "Please also compensate this young master for his medical expenses. That slap just now was very severe!"
"What?"
Leng Yue almost jumped up: "Bitch, didn't you hear what I said?
This bastard has been staring at me for a long time and wants to take advantage of me!"
