Rural Little Miracle Doctor: Starting in the Provincial Capital

Chapter 25 Gentle Touches and Slow Squeezing, Hard to Restrain the Desire

[First paragraph]

The next morning, Wu Meiniang arrived even earlier than usual. Before she even reached the temple gate, a soft, sweet voice called out to her.

"Little Brother Chen, little brother, your sister is here again."

Chen Shanhe had just closed the medicine drawer when he heard the sound, his shoulders stiffened slightly, and he slowly turned around.

Today, Wu Meiniang changed into a light pink dress, which made her skin appear even whiter. Her voluptuous figure walked over, bringing with it a warm fragrance that landed directly in front of him. Without any formalities, she gently placed her hand on the edge of the table, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, her charm hidden in her brows and eyes.

"Young man, after the acupuncture yesterday, my lower back and abdomen felt a bit better, but they still feel heavy and cold. I still couldn't sleep well at night, and I kept tossing and turning, feeling like there was something stuck in my chest."

As she spoke, she deliberately furrowed her brows slightly, gently pressing one hand on the left side of her lower abdomen, her fingertips applying slight pressure. "Especially this area on the left, it's sore and swollen, and even my groin feels tight. Little brother, please take a look at this for your sister."

Chen Shanhe composed himself and gestured for her to reach out and take his pulse.

Wu Meiniang obediently extended her wrist, which was slender and smooth, but her gaze remained fixed on his face. Her voice softened a bit: "Good brother, please be gentle with your hands. My body is delicate and can't withstand too much force. If you hurt me, you'll feel bad."

As soon as Chen Shanhe's fingertips touched her wrist, he felt the delicate warmth of her skin, and his heart inexplicably raced. He almost misjudged her pulse.

He said in a deep voice, "If you have been suffering from cold uterus for a long time, your blood and qi will be severely stagnant. Acupuncture alone is not enough. I will prescribe a medicine for you today, and you can also use massage to disperse the stagnation so that you can get better quickly. Otherwise, it will only get worse in the future."

Wu Meiniang's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously leaned forward, her breath almost brushing against his face: "Massage? That would be wonderful! Little brother, you're so skillful, your massage will definitely feel good. Up, down, left, right, just give it to me, I'll do whatever you say, wherever you want to massage, I'll massage."

[Second paragraph]

Chen Shanhe said no more, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and carefully wrote down the prescription on the square paper.

Angelica sinensis, Ligusticum chuanxiong, Paeonia lactiflora, Rehmannia glutinosa, Artemisia argyi, Cyperus rotundus, Cinnamomum cassia, Foeniculum vulgare, Glycyrrhiza uralensis (processed), Zingiber officinale, Ziziphus jujuba.

The formula contains several herbs that warm the meridians and uterus, dispel cold and relieve pain. It is the perfect prescription for treating uterine cold and blood stasis in women. Not a single herb is added or removed, and every word is written neatly and clearly.

He handed over the prescription: "Get the medicine according to this prescription, take one dose in the morning and one dose in the evening, preferably with warm wine. Avoid raw, cold, and chilled foods, otherwise the medicine will be less effective."

Wu Meiniang took the prescription, but didn't look at it closely. Her eyes were only focused on sizing up Chen Shanhe, from his eyebrows and eyes to his jawline and then to his firm shoulders. She couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

"Young man, you truly are a good doctor, so thoughtful. I will take the medicine, of course, but right now this soreness and swelling is quite uncomfortable. Why don't you massage my waist and abdomen first? Just this area around my waist and abdomen, be gentle on the upper part, and apply a little more pressure on the lower part. The blockages are all stuck there, and it's really unbearable if you don't massage them out."

As she spoke, she turned and sat down on the couch, her movements as natural as if she were at home. As she sat down, she gently twisted her waist, which made her figure appear even more graceful.

Chen Shanhe hesitated for a moment, but ultimately followed. As a doctor, treating and saving lives was his duty, but the thought of massaging her waist and abdomen made his ears turn red uncontrollably, and his heart beat a little faster.

Wu Meiniang lay back and gently lifted her clothes to reveal a section of her smooth and delicate abdominal skin, which was flawless and radiant.

"Little brother, go ahead and hit me, I'm not afraid of pain."

She gazed intently at him, her voice low and soft, "Press the left side, then the right, massage the top, then the bottom. Wherever it's blocked, give me a few more massages. I trust you; other people can't even touch me."

[Third paragraph]

Chen Shanhe took a deep breath, rubbed his palms together to warm them slightly, and gently placed them on the left side of her lower abdomen.

The moment her fingertips touched the warm skin, Wu Meiniang let out a soft "hmm," her body trembled almost imperceptibly, her eyelashes fluttered, and her expression was both delicate and soft.

"Little brother, your hands are so warm..." she said softly, her eyes closed. "Move a little more to the right, yes, right here, that's where it hurts the most. Apply a little more pressure."

Chen Shanhe moved his palm as instructed, applying gentle and even pressure to gradually disperse the subcutaneous bruising.

But Wu Meiniang seemed to be doing it on purpose, sometimes saying that her upper body was uncomfortable and asking him to rub it upwards; other times she hummed that her lower body was even more uncomfortable and asked him to press downwards. The position kept getting closer to her sensitive spot, and his palm was suspended in mid-air, unable to go forward or backward. His heart was beating faster and faster, and sweat was already starting to appear on his forehead.

"Little brother, don't be shy." Wu Meiniang opened her eyes, looking at him with watery eyes and a hint of teasing in them. "What's there to be shy about when it comes to healing and saving lives? Even I don't mind, but you, a doctor, are so reserved? If word gets out, people will laugh at you."

She deliberately arched her back and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Good little brother, go down a little further and massage away that stagnant energy at the bottom so that I can sleep soundly every night and thank you properly."

Outside the door, Su Wanjing passed by carrying herbs. She glimpsed this scene through the crack in the window, and the bamboo basket in her hand suddenly sank, almost falling to the ground. Her eyes instantly reddened. She bit her lip tightly, her whole body burning and numb, her heart aching and panicking. She felt that if this continued, Chen Shanhe would soon be completely entangled by this woman, and she would have no chance left.

[Paragraph 4]

Halfway through the massage, beads of sweat had appeared on Chen Shanhe's forehead, and he was as tense as a taut string, his breathing becoming somewhat unsteady.

Wu Meiniang, however, felt increasingly comfortable, occasionally letting out a few low, soft breaths. The sounds were not loud, but they were exceptionally clear, sending chills down one's spine.

"Little brother, you massage so well, better than any doctor in town." She smiled, a faint blush rising on her face. "From now on, I'll come every day, and you'll massage me every day, on top, bottom, left, and right. I don't trust anyone else, I only trust you, Little Brother Chen."

Chen Shanhe stopped, took half a step back, and said in a slightly hoarse voice with a hint of panic: "Let's stop here for today. We can continue tomorrow. Pressing for too long will only hinder the recovery of qi and blood."

Wu Meiniang slowly sat up, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and walked step by step to him, almost touching him, her warm fragrance wafting over him.

"What's the rush, my dear brother?" She looked up at him, her eyes full of determination. "Acupuncture, massage, and medicine—all three together. Sooner or later, I'll need you to take good care of my health. I can't live without you for the rest of my life."

She paused, her voice becoming even more tender and seductive, each sound penetrating to the bone:

"Little Brother Chen, remember this: I've chosen you. From now on, wherever you go, I'll follow. No one can stop me."

After saying that, she smiled gently, turned around and walked slowly out of the temple gate, her skirt swaying lightly, exuding endless charm.

As he passed by the window, he deliberately glanced in the direction where Su Wanjing was hiding, with an undisguised smugness and provocation.

As soon as Wu Meiniang left, Su Wanjing rushed in with red eyes. Seeing Chen Shanhe's reddened ears and tense expression, she felt flustered, confused, sour, and bitter. She opened her mouth but couldn't say a word. She felt a huge sense of crisis pressing down on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.