"The first few injections may be a bit difficult, but once you get over it, you'll get better."
Seeing that his expression was really bad, Lu Jingyu went out and poured him a glass of warm water. Bao Sihan took it and took a sip.
The fifteen minutes of acupuncture seemed longer than usual.
After Lu Jingyu pulled out the needle on his leg, he took out bottles of ancient medicine.
"Lie down." She said as she opened the bottle.
"What's this?"
Lu Jingyu shook the liquid in the bottle and mixed it evenly.
"This bottle of medicine is for massage. I specially prepared it. It will be effective for your recovery."
When it came to treatment-related matters, Bao Sihan couldn't say anything more and sighed silently in his heart while lying down.
He just felt that Lu Jingyu's treatment had many tricks, breaking the limit of his tolerance again and again. If this continued, he felt that he would be tortured to death sooner or later.
Lu Jingyu didn't know what Bao Sihan was thinking. She poured the medicine into her palms and rubbed it. After the heat came up, the smell of the medicine on her hands became stronger.
Without hesitation, she put her hand on Bao Sihan's leg. She repeated the action several times, and the charm in the room was replaced by a strong smell of medicine.
After making sure that the medicine was completely applied, Lu Jingyu stopped, capped the medicine bottle and washed his hands.
When I came out, I realized that Bao Sihan had fallen asleep at some point.
Lu Jingyu laughed, moved lightly, covered him with a quilt, and then left the room quietly.
When she went downstairs, she saw Tangze still holding his notebook, probably doing some work.
"Assistant Tang, please pay more attention to your father tonight. The treatment has been changed a bit. He has been struggling a lot and is now asleep. Please pay attention. If he has a fever tonight, give him antipyretic medicine."
"No problem, is Miss Lu going back?" Tang Ze stood up and opened the door for Lu Jingyu.
Lu Jingyu was also very tired today. Whether it was the surgical information he read today or the treatment changes he gave Bao Sihan at night, it was very mentally and physically draining.
She took a casual bath, yawned and fell on the bed.
Unsurprisingly, I got up late the next day. When I went downstairs, I didn't see the three little ones. Only Mr. Lu was watering the potted plants downstairs.
"Grandpa, where have the children gone?" Lu Jingyu asked as he went downstairs.
When Mr. Lu heard her voice, he raised his head and responded: "Mr. Bo next door seems to be sick. The third child just said he was worried and ran over there after breakfast early in the morning."
Lu Jingyu was surprised. Logically speaking, he really had a fever after last night's treatment. After taking the medicine, he wouldn't be ill today.
Lu Jingyu didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and ran directly to Bao Sihan's side, all the way to the outside of Bao Sihan's room.
The door was not closed tightly. Lu Jingyu was worried about Bao Sihan's condition, so he pushed the door open and entered without knocking.
The moment he opened the door, the sight in front of him made Lu Jingyu feel like he was electrocuted and dared not move.
God, who can explain to her that sick people shouldn't lie in bed?
Then what's going on with the person in front of her who is changing clothes!
Bao Sihan turned around when he heard the noise, but he didn't expect that the person coming was Lu Jingyu. He was surprised for just a moment. He soon regained his composure and silently changed into his shirt.
Lu Jingyu then realized that she should avoid it, but before she could leave, Bao Sihan turned on the automatic mode of the wheelchair and came out.
"What's the matter with Miss Lu?"
Lu Jingyu usually wouldn't come to the door at this time. Judging from her expression just now, she seemed quite anxious.