Jing Shao is infertile, but his nanny is pregnant with his child.

The next day, before breakfast, Lu Yan instructed Chen Yuhong to put the coal stove in the bedroom, close the doors and windows, and have Zhu Guoan take off his pants, lie on the bed, and expose his calves.

Lu Yan was worried that Zhu Guoan would feel embarrassed, so before leaving she specifically told him, "Don't wear long johns. If you pull them up, your blood circulation won't be as smooth."

After having breakfast, Lu Yan lingered for a while before going over.

Zhou Yanchen, having nothing else to do at home, went along too.

When the two arrived, Zhu Guoan was already lying on the bed, his calves sticking out as he waited.

Lu Yan looked down and saw the knife scar on Zhu Guoan's leg.

The scars are symmetrical. It was caused by being stabbed with a long knife, so there are scars on both the front and back. The front scar is longer, while the one on the calf, where the knife tip is, is relatively shorter.

Even after so many years, one can still imagine how brutal the battle must have been.

Lu Yan showed no emotion on her face, and simply said, "Political Commissar, let me give you a massage first."

Zhu Guoan smiled gently, "Okay."

Lu Yan grasped Zhu Guoan's calf with both hands and pressed her fingers against the wound. "Political Commissar, will there be any reaction if I press this spot?"

Zhu Guoan shook his head. "No."

The situation was urgent at the time. He had surgery and went back to work without resting for more than a few days. Later, his wound became infected, but he forced himself not to seek treatment. At first, he only felt numbness, but later he lost all feeling.

The doctor said it was nerve damage, but since it didn't affect his walking, he didn't take it seriously. However, over time, the area around the wound started to hurt, and the pain got worse every year.

Lu Yan pressed her fingers around her again. "What about here?"

Zhu Guoan frowned. "It hurts here."

Lu Yan understood the general situation. "Your condition is indeed much more serious than the chief's. Let me massage you first to activate the surrounding muscles before acupuncture."

Zhu Guoan, just like his name suggests, exudes a gentle and peaceful aura. "Xiao Lu, you're a doctor, just do it your way."

Lu Yan hummed in agreement.

Zhu Guoan was genuinely surprised when Lu Yan massaged his legs.

Lu Yan wasn't thin, but she wasn't fat either. Her fingers were slender and fair, and she was a woman. She didn't look strong at all, but when she pushed him, he felt that she was surprisingly strong.

As Lu Yan pressed the massage button, she said, "Political Commissar, it might hurt a little. If you can bear it, please do."

Zhu Guoan: "It's okay, go ahead and press."

He's used to pain, so this little bit of pain is nothing to him.

Lu Yan massaged him for more than ten minutes, then picked up the sterilized gold needles and quickly and accurately inserted them.

Lu Yan took twelve gold needles and inserted them all.

"Commissar, please relax and don't tense your muscles."

Zhu Guoan nodded, "Okay."

Chen Yuhong stepped forward and asked, "Xiao Lu, is my husband's condition very serious?"

Lu Yan wanted to say that she had cured even more serious cases, but she knew they wouldn't believe her, so she cautiously said, "Let's try acupuncture for a while first. If it doesn't work, I'll refund your money."

Lu Yan spoke sincerely and frankly, without any superfluous emotions.

Chen Yuhong realized she had been a bit petty, so she laughed and said, "We've consulted many doctors and spent a lot of money, but in the end, it still didn't work at all. If a doctor could cure a patient, they certainly wouldn't hide it; we all know that."

"Regardless of whether it can be cured or not, we must pay the medical expenses that are due."

Lu Yan smiled and said nothing more.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at her, then gave Zhu Jingru a brief look, and gestured with his chin toward the stool next to him.

Zhu Jingru remained silent, but still moved the stool over to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan thanked him, picked up a stool, and sat down next to Zhou Yanchen.

Seeing the girl who had come over on her own initiative, Zhou Yanchen's lips curled up slightly.

Twenty-five minutes later, Lu Yan removed the needle.

While disinfecting the acupuncture needles, Lu Yan instructed Zhu Guoan, "Political Commissar, please don't go out this morning. If it's sunny tomorrow and you need acupuncture, just let me know in the morning."

Chen Yuhong: "Okay, okay, when should we apply the medicinal mud?"

Lu Yan explained, "If you don't have time for acupuncture tomorrow, then apply the poultice. If you do have acupuncture, then apply it the day after tomorrow. Right now, it's best to apply it after a day of acupuncture."

Chen Yuhong readily agreed and handed Lu Yan fifty-two yuan.

Lu Yan took it and pushed Zhou Yan back down.

Back in the courtyard, Lu Yan began preparing lunch.

Zhou Yan sat in the courtyard, and Lu Yan's singing voice drifted into the courtyard.

"You ask me how deep my love is, how much I love you, my feelings are true, my love is true, the moon represents my heart."

Zhou Yanchen was so impressed that he thought Lu Yan sang even better than Teresa Teng, and that her voice was even sweeter. He was completely mesmerized by her performance.

"A gentle kiss has touched my heart; a deep affection has made me yearn for you to this day..."

Zhou Yanchen suddenly remembered that day underwater, when Lu Yan reached out and hugged his waist, kissing his lips.

This lyric is very fitting for him.

"You ask me how deep my love is, how much I love you, think about it, look around, the moon represents my heart."

Zhou Yanchen watched her busy figure, his eyes already clouded with unease.

Lu Yan came out carrying a basin and was suddenly stunned when she met Zhou Yan's deep and affectionate gaze.

Their eyes met, and Zhou Yanchen quickly looked away, turning his face to the side to hide the emotions in his eyes.

Lu Yan blinked.

If she wasn't mistaken, Zhou Yanchen's gaze just now was clearly that of a man looking at his beloved girl.

Which little vixen is he thinking about!

I've never heard of Zhou Yanchen liking anyone.

Is it because Tang Qingxue is getting engaged?

That's not right. Zhou Yanchen doesn't even look at Tang Qingxue.

Lu Yan couldn't understand it, and she stopped thinking about it. She continued preparing the dishes. Zhou Nuannuan was coming back for lunch, and she wanted to make her a special soup.

Lu Yan hummed a little tune again.

In the evening, after dinner, Lu Yan heated up the medicinal paste and brought it to Zhou Jianguo and Jin Aiyun's bedroom, where a strong smell of Chinese medicine filled the entire room.

Zhou Jianguo had already been lying down. Lu Yan massaged him for ten minutes first, tested the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then applied the compress.

Jin Aiyun watched from the side, "Xiao Lu, how long will it take to remove it?"

"About an hour."

Jin Aiyun: "Teach me how to do it. I'll take care of it when the time comes. You go back and rest."

Lu Yan nodded. "Auntie, you can just peel it off. After peeling it off, put it in the jar immediately, otherwise it will harden when it cools down and you won't be able to put it in."

Jin Aiyun nodded, "Okay, I understand."

As she spoke, Jin Aiyun took out fifty yuan and handed it to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan pushed it back.

"Auntie, I used your money to buy these things, and Brother Wang also helped me a lot. Consider this box a gift from me."

Jin Aiyun smiled and said, "Alright, then I won't be polite."