When Fu she came back again, he had a piece of ice wrapped in a towel in his hand. He came and sat next to Shen Wanqing.
The ice was cold and hurt a little at first, but Fu Sheh's movements were soft and skilled, and gradually Shen Wanqing was used to it.
Shen Wanqing leaned against the sofa with an armrest and tilted his head thoughtfully, looking at the serious and focused youth in front of him.
The curtains were half drawn and the windows were open to breathe.
The breeze came in through the window with the sun. Shen Wanqing sat on the sofa, and Fu she was opposite her. From this point of view, Shen Wanqing can see Fu Shen's every move.
The youth breath is cold and clean, and the black striped shirt is abstinent and cold. At the moment, she is sitting opposite her. The fingers holding the small and sharp scalpel are carelessly holding her ankles and applying ice for her to reduce swelling. The action is gentle and slow.
He hung his long eyelashes gently, his side face was soft and beautiful, and his eyebrow color was a little thick. With the light long eyelashes, his dark eyes were reflected, and his lined eyes were clear and soft.
The ice in the hand was applied to the swollen place with a certain degree of weight. Sometimes he inadvertently raised his long eyes and looked at her.
In the cool and beautiful pupils, there was a thick ink color that could not be blackened. Through the clear lenses, the gradually cool and gentle eyes were quietly facing up.
When the line of sight is right, Shen Wanqing will be a little stunned, and the other party will lazily hook Fei's thin and shallow lip petals, and the smile at the corners of the lips will be careless.
At that moment, the breeze was blowing, the sun was just right, and the young man's face seemed to have been surprised by the years to stop at that moment.
Shen Wanqing blinked his eyelashes, looked at the smile on the corner of the beauty's lips, and gradually returned to his mind.
Then she glanced at her slightly swollen ankle and stared at each other's hand for a long time.
The hands were cold and white, with slender fingers and holding a white towel. His bony joints are very beautiful. It seems that he is naturally suitable for holding the cold and small scalpel.
Shen Wanqing blinked and silently thought: good-looking, want to collect.
HMM... forget it, I'd better touch it.
After a while, Fu She put the towel wrapped in ice on the sofa and told Shen Wanqing, "don't move yet."
With that, Fu Sheh reached out and took out a can of Yunnan Baiyao spray and sprayed it on Shen Wanqing's ankle.
When Fu Shea was bandaging her, Shen Wanqing looked at Fu Shea and suddenly asked Fu Shea thoughtfully, "teacher Fu, do you know how to treat acute radiculopathy?"
Fu dabbled in the bandage, and then he sipped his lips and asked Shen Wanqing, "in what way?"
"Ah?"
"Is it the motor nerve or the autonomic nerve?" the young man continued to gently lower his long eyelashes, and the long bandage circled around the girl's slender ankle.
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing thought, "it's probably... Motor nerve..."
"Not sure?" Fu said, "do you have diarrhea at ordinary times."
Diarrhea?
Shen Wanqing recalled Shen Yu in his impression, then shook his head and said, "there has been no similar situation."
Fu Shen pursed his lips. "That's motor nerve."
The young man's fingertips were slender, bypassed the long bandage, wound it around a few times, and then he tied a knot.
Put the bandage on his hand back into the medical box. While sorting out the medical box, Fu Shen said faintly: "if it is in the early stage, it can be treated with anti nerve drugs."