Chapter 1008 Teach Me [51]

When Fu She came back again, he took a piece of ice wrapped in a towel in his hand, and he walked over and sat next to Shen Wanqing.

The ice was very cold, and it hurt a little when I touched it at first, but Fu She's movements were gentle and skillful, and Shen Wanqing gradually got used to it.

Shen Wanqing was leaning on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, tilting her head and looking thoughtfully at the serious and focused young man in front of her.

The curtains were half drawn, and the windows were open for air.

The breeze came in from the window along with the sunlight, Shen Wanqing was sitting on the sofa, and Fu She was opposite her. From this angle, Shen Wanqing managed to see Fu She's every move.

The youthful breath is cold and clean, and the black striped shirt is ascetic and indifferent. Sitting opposite her at the moment, the fingers that usually hold a small and sharp scalpel are carelessly holding her ankle, and the movements of applying ice to reduce swelling are gentle and slow.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, the profile of his face was soft and beautiful, and his eyebrows were a bit thick. With the long eyelashes drooping slightly reflecting his dark eyes, his eyes were clear and soft.

The ice cubes in his hands were applied to the swollen area in a moderate amount, and sometimes he raised his long eyes inadvertently, and looked at her instantly.

In those cool and beautiful pupils, there is an indelible thick ink color, and through the clear lenses, the gradually cooling and gentle eyes meet quietly.

When the eyes meet, Shen Wanqing will be stunned for a moment, and the other party will lazily hook her thin and shallow lips, and the smile on the corner of her lips is careless.

At that moment, the breeze was blowing, the sun was just right, and the appearance of the young man seemed to be stopped at that moment by the time.

Shen Wanqing blinked her eyelashes, seeing the smile on the corner of the beauty's lips, and gradually regained her senses.

Then, she glanced at the slightly swollen ankle, and stared at the other's hand for a long time.

Those hands were cold and bright white, with slender fingers, holding a white towel. The shape of his joints is very beautiful, as if he was born to hold the cold and small scalpel.

Shen Wanqing blinked her eyes, thinking silently in her heart: It looks good, I want to collect it.

Well... Forget it, I still want to touch it.

After a while, Fu She put the towel wrapped in ice cubes on the sofa, and told Shen Wanqing, "Don't move yet."

After finishing speaking, Fu She reached out and took out a can of Yunnan Baiyao spray, and sprayed it on Shen Wanqing's ankle a few times.

When Fu She was helping her wrap the bandage, Shen Wanqing looked at Fu She, and suddenly asked Fu She thoughtfully, "Mr. Fu, do you know how to treat acute radiculitis?"

Fu She paused while wrapping the bandage, and then he pursed his lips and asked Shen Wanqing, "Which aspect?"

"what?"

"Is it about the motor nerves, or the autonomic nerves?" The young man continued to lower his long eyelashes lightly, and the long bandages wrapped around the girl's slender ankles round and round.

Hearing this, Shen Wanqing thought for a while, "Probably... it's about motor nerves..."

"Not sure?" Fu She said, "Do you usually have diarrhea?"

diarrhea?

Shen Wanqing recalled the Shen Yu in his memory, then shook his head and said, "There has never been a similar situation."

Fu She pursed his lips, "That's about motor nerves."

The young man's fingertips were slender, and he wrapped around the long bandage, and after a few rounds, he tied a knot.

Putting the bandage on his hand back into the medical box, Fu She tidied up the medical box and said calmly, "If it's in the early stage, it can be treated with anti-nerve drugs."