Song Ning thought this way, but felt even more awkward. He should just treat her as a woman, just treat her as a little maid serving him.
Well, I feel much better thinking about it this way.
Song Ning stripped naked and lay on the bed. Yuan Qiu bent over and pressed various points on his body to confirm that the meridians were the same.
Her fingertips were warm and her fingertips were soft, touching his cold skin. Every place she touched brought him great pain, but in that pain, a strange emotion grew crazily like spring grass, twisting and twisting. Around, endlessly.
After pressing the acupoints, Yuan Qiu's solemn expression softened slightly, and there was no abnormality in any of the acupoints. It seemed that the situation was not as bad as imagined.
"Mr. Song, I am going to start the acupuncture now. It will hurt a little. You must hold back and keep your body from twisting at will, otherwise it will affect my acupuncture."
Song Ning nodded: "Let's get started!" What kind of pain has he not suffered over the years? He didn't know how many times he had endured the heart-piercing pain when the cold poison broke out.
She holds a silver needle in her hand, goes down from the head and neck, enters the yang point, and exits the yin point, pricking the eighty-one orifices all over the body, unblocking the stagnant Qi between the veins, using the Qi to drive away the cold, forcing the blood pressure to rise, and removing the poison from the seven orifices. .
Song Ning, who had been closing her eyes to endure the pain, suddenly opened her eyes and saw Xia Yuanqiu's focused and composed face covered with sweat beads, and subconsciously reached out to wipe it for her.
Xia Yuanqiu avoided his hand, without raising his eyebrows or eyes, and kept moving his hands. He only said quietly: "Don't move around, lie down."
Xing Ying naturally did not miss Song Ning's movements, and followed his eyes to see the sweat on Yuan Qiu's face. He hurriedly took a cloth to wipe her.
Xing Ying is a military guard with first-class martial arts skills. When it comes to taking care of people, he can't compare to his sister. It seems that she will have to find an opportunity to win over Xing Fang again.
The Nine Yin and Nine Yang detoxification acupuncture techniques plus the Nine Yin and Nine Yang pulse pulse acupuncture techniques were completed. It was already an hour and a half later when both sets of acupuncture techniques were completed.
This was more tiring than an operation in modern times. She was so tired that she almost collapsed. As soon as the last needle was removed, she hurriedly sat down against the edge of the bed, straightened her stiff and bent back, and breathed heavily.
At this time, Song Ning felt nothing but the immense pain all over her body. She gritted her teeth and said, "Is it done?"
Yuan Qiu waved his hand: "Don't move yet. The toxin just forced out has not been discharged yet. Just lie still for a while and it will be discharged soon."
Song Ning nodded lightly. He looked at Xia Yuanqiu who looked tired and thought that no matter what the outcome was, she had tried her best.
Yuan Qiu pulled the brocade quilt on the bed and covered Song Ning's exposed body.
Song Ning smiled lightly: "You still remember that I am afraid of the cold!"
Yuan Qiu shrugged: "I just don't want you to continue to be embarrassed!"
So someone was embarrassed again—
After a while, Xing Ying's eyes suddenly widened, and she pointed at Song Ning's face and said, "Xia, Miss Xia, look at his eyes."
Black blood flowed from the corner of Song Ning's eyes, extended behind her ears, seeped through her black hair, and sank into the pillow.
Immediately afterwards, the same black blood slowly overflowed from Song Ning's ears and nose.
At this time, Yuan Qiu asked Song Ning to sit up so that the black blood could be discharged more smoothly.
Before Song Ning had time to ask what happened, she felt a cold odor in her throat and a feeling of vomiting rising up in her throat.
Yuan Qiu held a copper basin and motioned for him to vomit in the basin.
Song Ning vomited wildly, and the black blood spat out into the basin, splattering on Yuan Qiu's snow-white dress.
As he spit out the black blood, he felt that most of the pain all over his body had dissipated, and his body felt a sense of lightness that he had never experienced before. He was stunned for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Is this black blood cold poison?"