Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

In the afternoon, before Yan Mingchuan's birthday party.

Cheng Xihe met Yan Mingchuan again in the tea room.

"Dr. Ghost Hand, how is Brother Yan's leg?" Su Jin asked Cheng Xihe anxiously.

Wearing a mask, Cheng Xihe withdrew the red thread, her voice cold: "My health is much better than before."

"Phew..." Su Jin breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face: "That's good..."

"but."

Cheng Xihe interrupted his smile with two words: "You're still a long way from truly experiencing a medicinal bath."

"Oh..." Su Jin's smile faded, and she glanced at Yan Mingchuan beside her: "Brother Yan, are you feeling any better?"

Yan Mingchuan said indifferently, "It's better than before."

"Of course it's good, we use the most expensive medicinal herbs." Cheng Xihe took out silver needles from his bag.

She glanced at Yan Mingchuan, then gestured with her chin towards the tatami mat not far away: "Lie down."

"I'll help you." Su Jin quickly helped Yan Mingchuan to his feet.

Yan Mingchuan placed his hand on Su Jin's hand: "No need, I can do it myself."

He nimbly climbed onto the bed, glanced at Cheng Xihe, and said in a cool, pleasant voice, "Come on."

"Um."

After glancing at Yan Mingchuan, Cheng Xihe looked at Su Jin and said, "Pull down his pants, let me take a look."

"What are you doing?" Su Jin looked at Cheng Xihe nervously.

Cheng Xihe raised the silver needles in his hand: "If I'm going to insert needles without taking off my pants, where am I supposed to insert them?"

"Well... Doctor Ghost Hand, how about we go somewhere else? There's nothing to hide here." Su Jin looked embarrassed.

Even Yan Mingchuan, who was lying on the bed, looked a little embarrassed.

From childhood to adulthood, except for when I was very young and had a fever and needed injections, I have never been exposed to others in much way.

Cheng Xihe remained unfazed: "I'm a doctor, what's there to be ashamed of? Do you want treatment?"

Her gaze fell on Su Jin's embarrassed face, and she gave a light sneer.

Then, looking at Yan Mingchuan, whose jawline was slightly taut, she asked, "Is that what you think too?"

"No, listen to the doctor." Yan Mingchuan clenched his long, slender fingers into two fists, tightened them, and then relaxed them.

Cheng Xihe rolled her eyes: "Alright, enough with the nagging."

Su Jin looked around, trying to find something to cover Yan Mingchuan up.

He collected all the needles from the table and placed them on the tatami table.

"Whoosh!"

She grabbed a corner of the tablecloth and swiftly ripped it off.

The items on the table landed smoothly on the wooden table, and the tablecloth was completely torn off.

Under Su Jin's astonished gaze, Cheng Xihe walked to Yan Mingchuan's side.

Yan Mingchuan's breath hitched, but he dared not move. He could only lie on the couch and look up at the ceiling.

Cheng Xihe scoffed, "How pretentious."

With a flick of her wrist, the tablecloth covered Yan Mingchuan's waist, abdomen, and buttocks. "Hurry up, take off his pants."

"well……"

Su Jin quickly walked to Yan Mingchuan's side.

Meeting his icy gaze, Su Jin repeatedly apologized, "Brother Yan, I'm so sorry."

The sound of a belt being unbuckled came from behind him. Cheng Xihe, without changing his expression, took out a bottle of alcohol, grabbed a few silver needles, and put them in the alcohol.

In the past, things weren't so particular; a quick burn was enough.

Now we have to disinfect this and that.

Cheng Xihe was more practical; he simply wiped it with alcohol and prepared it for use.

"Is that enough?"

Cheng Xihe walked to Yan Mingchuan's side.

His thighs were barely covered by a white cloth, revealing a pair of long, slender legs.

His legs were pale and weak, with no trace of muscle.

Cheng Xihe directly pinched it with his hand; it was as thin as a rake.

Her movements were crisp and decisive, devoid of any grace, and even carried a hint of seriousness.

Yan Mingchuan lay on the couch without changing his expression.

Because he couldn't feel anyone touching him at all.

Su Jin dragged a chair over and sat down next to Yan Mingchuan, looking at him with concern: "Brother Yan, how are you feeling?"

The way she looked was like someone waiting for a pregnant woman to give birth, with her helpless husband standing by, waving her hand and cheering her on.

"I don't feel anything," Yan Mingchuan said without changing his expression.

Cheng Xihe took out the sterilized silver needles and wiped them clean with a cloth.

"Mr. Yan, these are the main acupoints. I'll needle them for you now and see if you have any reaction."

As Cheng Xihe spoke, he pressed on the skin, and Su Jin got up to look at it: "Brother Yan had also received traditional Chinese medicine treatment before, but it didn't have much effect."

"Yeah?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Cheng Xihe inserted several silver needles into the acupoints she had just pressed.

She was very quick; before Su Jin could even react, Yan Mingchuan's legs were covered in needles.

"Don't move around now, your legs are covered in needles." Cheng Xihe calmly sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

Su Jin stared nervously at Yan Mingchuan: "Brother Yan, how does it feel? Does it hurt? It looks painful to me."

He looked at the needle stuck in Yan Mingchuan's leg; it was quite long.

Now only half remains.

How long has it gone in?!

"I didn't feel anything," Yan Mingchuan said honestly.

Cheng Xihe put the teacup down: "What's the rush? Sit down, you'll feel it soon."

"How could that be? Wasn't Brother Yan's leg already necrotic?" Su Jin asked, puzzled.

Cheng Xihe took out his phone to reply to a message without looking up: "There's no necrosis. As long as its leg isn't broken and its meridians are intact, it won't be without sensation."

"How is that possible..."

"hiss……"

As soon as Su Jin opened her mouth, Yan Mingchuan let out a soft murmur.

Yan Mingchuan clenched his fists excitedly.

He felt a slight pain just now, it was fleeting, and he didn't know if it was just his imagination.

"What's wrong, Brother Yan?" Su Jin quickly asked.

Cheng Xihe slammed her phone on the table and walked over: "What else could it be? You're in pain, aren't you?"

"No, really?"

Su Jin looked at Yan Mingchuan in disbelief.

At this moment, Yan Mingchuan's gaze was already on Cheng Xihe, staring intently at her: "Indeed, I have feelings."

"That's right. The only culprit that proves you're incapacitated is poison."

"You'll be fine once the poison is cleared."

Su Jin was visibly happy: "That's great!"

A few minutes later, Cheng Xihe removed all the needles from Yan Mingchuan's body and threw them into a sterilization bottle.

She put the things away and picked up her pen to write a prescription.

"I've already transferred today's payment to you, Dr. Ghost Hand."

Su Jin spoke respectfully, her tone much more devout than before.

Cheng Xihe calmly replied, "Yes, the new prescription has been written. In a few months, once the body has been properly conditioned, we will begin the detoxification process."

"Okay, I'll do whatever Dr. Ghost Hand says." Su Jin nodded quickly and took the prescription from Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe stood up and nodded, "Mm."

"By the way, Dr. Ghost Hand, when is our next treatment?" Su Jin was now really looking forward to the treatment.

Cheng Xihe's voice was distant: "Just follow my instructions."

"Okay, Dr. Ghost Hand, I'll take you." Su Jin carefully put away the prescription and followed Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe glanced at Yan Mingchuan, who was struggling to get up and was already half-leaning on the couch: "Put his pants on."

Yan Mingchuan: ...

As he was leaving, Cheng Xihe's distant voice came: "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon."