Ning Shu paid no attention to the murderous aura Gong Wumei was giving off due to his dissatisfaction and just said, “All of this is your essence energy.”
“If you want your illness to be fully cured, you must make the chaotic energy in your body calm down and restore the parts of your body that has already been damaged from the energy. Losing essence energy isn’t good for your body.” Ning Shu spouted BS with a deadpan face.
Gong Wumei’s face was pale and he didn’t speak at first. When he spoke though, his smile remained as charming as ever. “Then what do I do now? There’s no way I can leave it like this, right?”
Gong Wumei pointed at his lower body, then lifted his chin slightly and said, “You’re responsible for getting it down.”
Ning Shu: “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Hold it back. Didn’t I tell you before? You have to hold it back. If you seriously can’t take it, you can rub it yourself, but no matter what, don’t release it. You must not let it out.” There was not a trace of bashfulness on Ning Shu’s face.
Gong Wumei lay in the bathtub weakly. He looked at her, then asked, “Are you really a woman?”
“I’m a doctor. Gender means nothing to me.” After all, who cared about the details?
Gong Wumei furrowed his brows. He seemed to be in pain, so Ning Shu decided to encourage him a little. “You can do it! You can do it! Hold it in!”
Gong Wumei: …
Gong Wumei was a martial arts expert, so the effect of the tendons weakening powder soon wore off. When Gong Wumei started getting out of the bath tub, Ning Shu hastily picked up the medicinal chest and scrammed.
She wasn’t dumb enough to try and face Gong Wumei when he was not disabled.
So most of the time, she stayed out of Gong Wumei’s sight and waited for his qi to deviate. Then she would swoop in to pour several bowls of medicinal water laced with Chinese goldthread down his throat before running away, just in case he wanted to take things out on her later.
>Chinese goldthread is commonly used for antibacterial purposes, reducing fever, and is bitter as f***.
Ning Shu paid no attention to the murderous aura Gong Wumei was giving off due to his dissatisfaction and just said, “All of this is your essence energy.”
“If you want your illness to be fully cured, you must make the chaotic energy in your body calm down and restore the parts of your body that has already been damaged from the energy. Losing essence energy isn’t good for your body.” Ning Shu spouted BS with a deadpan face.
Gong Wumei’s face was pale and he didn’t speak at first. When he spoke though, his smile remained as charming as ever. “Then what do I do now? There’s no way I can leave it like this, right?”
Gong Wumei pointed at his lower body, then lifted his chin slightly and said, “You’re responsible for getting it down.”
Ning Shu: “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Hold it back. Didn’t I tell you before? You have to hold it back. If you seriously can’t take it, you can rub it yourself, but no matter what, don’t release it. You must not let it out.” There was not a trace of bashfulness on Ning Shu’s face.
Gong Wumei lay in the bathtub weakly. He looked at her, then asked, “Are you really a woman?”
“I’m a doctor. Gender means nothing to me.” After all, who cared about the details?
Gong Wumei furrowed his brows. He seemed to be in pain, so Ning Shu decided to encourage him a little. “You can do it! You can do it! Hold it in!”
Gong Wumei: …
Gong Wumei was a martial arts expert, so the effect of the tendons weakening powder soon wore off. When Gong Wumei started getting out of the bath tub, Ning Shu hastily picked up the medicinal chest and scrammed.
She wasn’t dumb enough to try and face Gong Wumei when he was not disabled.
So most of the time, she stayed out of Gong Wumei’s sight and waited for his qi to deviate. Then she would swoop in to pour several bowls of medicinal water laced with Chinese goldthread down his throat before running away, just in case he wanted to take things out on her later.
>Chinese goldthread is commonly used for antibacterial purposes, reducing fever, and is bitter as f***.
