Chapter 27 You’ll Know If I’m Good or Not Soon Enough

“Acupuncture.” Lu Yunting replied, his voice short and powerful.

After being married for so long, this was the first time Su Yiren found out that Lu Yunting knew how to do acupuncture.

Initially, she didn’t believe it. Later, she remembered that Jiang Jinyun was a doctor, and he had been learning medicine from his mother since he was young, so it was natural for him to know some medical skills.

But was he too rash?

Even if he knew some medical skills, he couldn’t practice on her!

“Lu Yunting，do you even know what you’re doing?” she groaned weakly.

Lu Yunting turned on the bedroom light, took out a pair of black, thin-rimmed glasses and put them on, looking like a suave villain.

Hearing her question, he was inexplicably annoyed. He said coldly and sarcastically:

“You’ll know if I’m good or not soon enough.”

Su Yiren curled up in frustration, completely unable to resist.

Her phone was thrown aside again, and she could only be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, manipulated by him.

Lu Yunting lifted the blanket, and his eyes fell on her wine-red pajamas and snow-white skin. He subconsciously turned his head away.

But only for a moment. He turned back, intending to lift her clothes.

Even though she was in pain and sweating profusely, Su Yiren still vigilantly held onto the edge of her clothes, preventing him from moving.

Lu Yunting frowned, “Take your hand off.”

Su Yiren knew he was doing this for her acupuncture, and had no other intentions, but she still felt awkward and resistant.

Especially after their argument, his words, “I haven’t touched you in five years,” had deeply hurt her pride.

While she was sweating from the pain, Lu Yunting was also getting a little anxious.

The two of them were locked in a stalemate for a few seconds. He had to let go of her clothes first, and rolled up her pants leg a little.

After finding the acupoint and disinfecting the area, he decisively inserted the needle, his movements quick and precise.

Su Yiren barely felt any pain, and she heard him say in a low voice:

“You eat so much ice cream, how can your stomach handle it? You have to have some limits even when you crave something.”

Su Yiren pursed her lips and didn’t say anything.

Why was she really craving it? It was just that she didn’t want to see Ouyang Shasha’s sweet and delicate appearance.

Even though the other woman hadn’t done anything to her, she was annoyed just seeing her face.

It was better to just eat two bowls of ice cream and be happy.

Lu Yunting twisted the silver needle and asked in a low voice:

“Do you have a stomach problem?”

Su Yiren snorted and didn’t want to answer.

She had suffered from stomach problems for years, and had been hospitalized countless times in the past five years. He actually had no idea.

If he hadn’t discovered it through pulse diagnosis just now, he probably wouldn’t have known in his lifetime.

Lu Yunting’s eyes swept over her tense face and pursed lips, then he lowered his eyelids.

His fingers pressed on her leg, finding the acupoint, he disinfected again, inserted the needle, and continued to say:

“If you have a stomach problem, eat less raw and cold food, and eat your three meals on time.”

Su Yiren knew there was a needle in her leg, so she dared not move, and she didn’t want to answer his words.

But Lu Yunting “kindly” reminded her:

“There’s no needle on your face, you can talk.”

Su Yiren quickly turned to look at him, but saw that Lu Yunting’s eyes didn’t have the previous coldness, and there was even a hint of… tenderness?

No, she must be mistaken!

How could this ruthless guy be tender?

Even if he was, it should be towards Ouyang Shasha.

While she was lost in thought, she felt a chill on her tiger’s mouth, followed by a slight prick, and another needle was inserted.

Su Yiren took a light breath.

“Does it hurt?” Lu Yunting looked up at her, with a rare hint of concern in his eyes.

“No, it’s just a little bit sore.”

Perhaps it was because he had spoken to her so calmly and gently, she replied obediently this time.

Lu Yunting lowered his eyes, gently twisting the silver needle,

“Well, it’s near the extremities, so there will be some feeling, but you should be able to bear it.”

He had spoken so much today, and was so gentle, it really surprised her.

Su Yiren was a little dazed, as if she was dreaming.

In her impression, he had been cold and indifferent to her, or sarcastic and mocking, nothing like he was now, being gentle.

This word didn’t seem to fit his attitude towards her.

But her heart still softened uncontrollably.

However, she also knew clearly that this was just a doctor’s attitude towards a patient.

Gentle, attentive, and dedicated.

He was like this to her, and he would be like this to others.

She could tell the difference, but she was also hopelessly obsessed with this feeling.

Even though it was only for a brief moment, she couldn’t control her heart.

Su Yiren closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore, afraid that if she looked at him for too long, her firm heart would waver.

She was already standing on the edge of a cliff, and one step forward would lead her into the abyss of ruin.

Her eyes were closed, but her other senses were active.

Lu Yunting was right, after a few needles, her pain had lessened.

Her tense nerves also relaxed slightly.

She was about to say she was feeling better when she felt her clothes being lifted, and the coolness of alcohol brushed against her abdomen.

Su Yiren shuddered and immediately opened her eyes.

She saw his sharp side profile, deep eyes, straight nose, and those seemingly soft lips.

He was concentrating on acupuncture, his eyes behind the glasses were serious and focused, without a trace of unnecessary emotion.

Su Yiren’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t move because of the needles in her hand.

She looked away, her eyes trembling, her toes involuntarily curled up.

“Relax. It doesn’t hurt.”

His low and soothing voice came, but instead of relaxing her, it made her even more nervous.

Lu Yunting’s fingers holding the silver needle paused, and he looked up at her face.

The bright light made her features even clearer, her eyes were dark and moist, her cheeks were flushed, and her tightly pressed red lips were as bright as blood.

Lu Yunting looked for two seconds, then his gaze moved down, his eyes sweeping from her neck all the way to her slightly undulating abdomen.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt a little confused in his heart, and his throat felt dry.

He steadied himself, decisively inserted the needle, his warm hand touched her cold skin, causing her to tremble even more nervously.

“I’m better!” Su Yiren couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t help but interrupt,

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, you don’t need to do it anymore.”

Lu Yunting didn’t hesitate, he found a few other acupoints, inserted needles, and twisted them.

His fingertips moved across her abdomen, sensing her tense skin and rapid breathing, he said in a low voice:

“Hold on a little longer.”

Only when he had lifted all the silver needles one by one, did Su Yiren finally breathe a sigh of relief, immediately restoring her clothes to their original state, and pulling the blanket over herself to wrap herself up tightly.

Lu Yunting lowered his eyes and glanced at her, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he asked with a smug tone:

“Do you think I’m good now?”

Good, good, you’re the best.

Su Yiren didn’t want to speak, she silently stretched out a hand and gave a thumbs up.

Lu Yunting was finally satisfied, and subconsciously touched his left arm.

Su Yiren suddenly remembered that he was also injured.

The wound from that day’s stabbing was very deep, and he didn’t know if it had healed.

The other party had just saved her, out of gratitude, she asked with concern:

“How’s your arm? Is it better?”

Lu Yunting raised his eyebrows, “Yeah. It’s fine.”

Seeing that he didn’t want to talk more, she didn’t ask any further, and watched silently as he packed up the needles.

After Lu Yunting put away the acupuncture kit, he suddenly looked at her with deep eyes, as if he was hesitating about something.

Finally, out of professional ethics, he asked one more question:

“Do you have dysmenorrhea?”