While the silver needles were still in place, Jiang Mian didn’t stay idle in order to enhance the treatment’s effect.
“The pain has stopped, but the blockage in your leg meridians is far too severe. Your muscles have also started to atrophy and stiffen. Acupuncture alone won’t be enough—you need to combine it with manual massage to knead open those hardened muscle knots.”
She recited the medical instructions with a straight face, her businesslike tone making it seem as if what lay before her wasn’t a man’s thigh, but a slab of pork waiting to be processed.
Although Huo Jingchuan couldn’t move his body at the moment, his mind was fully awake.
Once the piercing phantom limb pain faded, his senses instead became unusually sharp.
Jiang Mian’s warm palm pressed against his skin, the pressure gradually increasing as she began a deep-tissue massage.
She first kneaded his calf, then slowly worked her way upward, past his knee, until she reached the muscles of his thigh.
Huo Jingchuan’s body tensed instantly.
Though this leg was usually dull to sensation, under her special massage technique, a mix of soreness and tingling surged wildly along his nerve endings like an electric current shooting straight up his spine.
Jiang Mian kept her head lowered, her expression focused.
Her fingers were long and strong, the pads slightly calloused (from handling a scalpel), pressing into muscles that felt hard as iron as she worked them back and forth.
Whoa! No wonder he’s trained.
Her fingers sank into his taut thigh muscles as she marveled inwardly.
These muscle lines are impressive. Even injured, this firmness, this elasticity… rock-hard, like stone.
So this is the legendary “looks slim in clothes, ripped when naked,” huh? Tsk tsk. With a body like this, he could totally be a top-tier male model.
Listening to this completely unfiltered “commentary” in his head, an uncontrollable flush crept onto Huo Jingchuan’s pale cheeks.
This woman… does she have any sense of shame at all?!
Male model? Top-tier?
What kind of garbage is floating around in her head?!
Yet Jiang Mian’s hands didn’t stop.
To clear the Liver Meridian of the Foot Jueyin, her palm slid along the inside of his thigh, moving upward little by little.
Higher.
And higher.
Closer and closer to that… unspeakable forbidden zone.
Huo Jingchuan’s breathing instantly went haywire.
The inner thigh—one of the most sensitive areas of the human body, and also the most heavily guarded psychologically.
“Mmm…” His Adam’s apple bobbed violently as a suppressed groan escaped his throat. The cold sweat that had just faded reappeared on his forehead—only this time, it was from heat.
He wanted to clamp his legs together, to kick this audacious woman away, but the silver needles pinned his body in place.
All he could do was helplessly watch those soft, boneless hands set fires all over his most sensitive area.
Jiang Mian seemed to notice the violent trembling of the muscles beneath her fingers.
Her movements paused slightly—but instead of pulling away, she pressed harder, her thumb digging into the root of his thigh to stimulate the Yinlian acupoint.
Oh? Shaking this badly?
The little “pervy old creep” in Jiang Mian’s heart couldn’t help whistling.
These legs… long and straight. Sure, they’re covered in scars, but that just adds a kind of battle-worn beauty.
The feel is really nice… If he weren’t crippled, I could play with these legs for a whole year.
Cough cough cough! Jiang Mian, behave yourself! You’re a doctor! Doctors have compassion! That’s a patient! You can’t take advantage! Even if there’s a lot of “oil” here… slurp.
Huo Jingchuan: “……”
He felt like he was about to explode.
A whole year?!
Slurp?!
She was actually drooling over him?!
The intense shame made his whole body feel like it was burning. His ears were so red they looked ready to bleed, and even his neck was flushed crimson.
Grinding his teeth in humiliation, he wanted nothing more than to pass out on the spot—or crack open this woman’s skull to see if it was filled entirely with filthy nonsense!
But his body betrayed him.
The comfort and strange stimulation brought by those warm hands—stroking and pressing—made his once-dead body tremble instinctively.
This extreme tug-of-war between pain and pleasure, shame and indulgence, was enough to drive him insane.
Jiang Mian was in the middle of enjoying herself when she looked up—and saw Huo Jingchuan’s face, red like a cooked shrimp, along with those eyes misted over from sheer humiliation.
She froze.
Huh? Why is he so hot?
Why is his face this red? Even his ears are completely flushed?
Jiang Mian blinked, as if discovering a whole new continent. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.
No way, no way…
The infamous Living Yama, Huo Third Young Master of the capital circle—don’t tell me he’s actually a pure innocent?
I’m just massaging his thigh. I didn’t even touch the key area. Why does he look like I just forcefully stole his chastity?
Hahaha, this is too cute! Turns out he’s a paper tiger—poke him and he shatters!
Huo Jingchuan closed his eyes in despair, turning his head sharply to the side as he clenched his teeth.
He swore—
Once he could move again, he would sew this woman’s mouth shut!
And her brain too—it definitely needed a full format!
“Brother Jingchuan, are you very hot?” Jiang Mian asked sweetly at his ear, her innocent, concerned tone making her all the more infuriating. “Want me to help you undo a button so you can cool off?”
Huo Jingchuan forced out a single word through clenched teeth, his voice trembling with boundless shame and fury:
“…Get lost.”