msmithbooks Chapter 57 I'll help him apply the medicine
Chapter 57 I'll help him apply the medicine
"Let's go, let's go..."
Lin Shuyao coaxed and begged Cheng Zheng to finally get him into the clinic.
The shop wasn't busy. An old man with a white beard was picking out medicine at the counter. He had a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose and looked like the doctor at this clinic.
Seeing someone enter the clinic, the old man stopped what he was doing and asked.
"Which of you two will watch?"
Lin Shuyao pointed at Cheng Zheng: "Doctor, his arm is injured, can you take a look at him?"
"Sit there, take off your clothes, let me take a look." The old man put the prepared medicine into a brown paper bag, patted the dregs of the medicine on his hands, and walked to the wooden table where he was seen for consultation and sat down.
Cheng Zheng also sat down, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
Lin Shuyao stepped forward eagerly: "Let me do it, it's inconvenient for you to be injured."
Before Cheng Zheng could refuse, she stood between his slightly parted legs, bent down, and touched the buttons on his shirt with her slender white fingertips.
From her angle, her line of sight was level with Cheng Zheng's collarbone. With a slight lift of her eyes, she could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as well as his sexy collarbone and... well-defined pectoral muscles gradually revealed as his shirt opened.
His pectoral muscles were slightly bulging, but not exaggeratedly, and they looked very good to the touch.
Lin Shuyao's lips curved slightly. As she was unbuttoning his shirt, she lightly scratched his pectoral muscles with her fingernails. Then she saw that his pectoral muscles twitched noticeably, as if they had tightened.
Very sensitive.
A mischievous glint flashed in Lin Shuyao's eyes. As she unbuttoned a button, her fingernail accidentally grazed his pectoral muscle. Then, with an apologetic expression, she reached out and rubbed that spot. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I'm so clumsy. Did I hurt you?"
Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "No."
"That's good. I'll continue to help you solve it."
Lin Shuyao's fingertips continued downwards, and her gaze followed. She soon admired his well-defined abs and strong, lean waist. His skin was still that healthy wheat color, making him look full of energy.
Sure enough, her figure was just as good as she had imagined.
He looks stylish when dressed, and has great figure when undressed.
Lin Shuyao couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. After unbuttoning Cheng Zheng's shirt, she moved her small hand to his collar and took off his shirt, exposing his strong and well-built upper body to the air, revealing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and eight-pack abs.
Lin Shuyao stepped away from between his legs, admiring him openly with sparkling eyes.
"Ahem." When had Cheng Zheng ever been stared at so closely by a woman? He immediately coughed awkwardly twice, a faint blush rising to his ears. "You, move away."
Lin Shuyao pretended not to hear, went around behind him, and said to the doctor, "Could you take a look at him? He was hit on the shoulder by a brick just now."
The old man reached out and touched the noticeably reddened skin on Cheng Zheng's shoulder, pressing it a few times before asking, "Is it a pulling or stabbing pain when you move?"
"Pulling," Cheng Zheng replied.
The old man said confidently, "That's it, a muscle strain. I have some liniment for sprains and bruises here. Apply the liniment and rub it in, and you'll be much better by tomorrow morning."
The old man took out a bottle of yellow medicinal wine from the medicine cabinet next to him. Lin Shuyao's eyes lit up and she quickly winked at the old man.
The old man was a shrewd fellow; a knowing smile immediately appeared on his face, and he handed the medicinal wine directly to Lin Shuyao.
"I need to prepare medicine for someone else. Since your partner is here, have them apply the medicine for you and massage it in."
Lin Shuyao took the medicinal wine and gave the old man a knowing look. The old man got up and went to the counter, thoughtfully pulling the curtain of the consultation area closed for the two of them before leaving.
In the small space, only Lin Shuyao and Cheng Zheng remained, with Cheng Zheng still shirtless.
"I can do it myself." Cheng Zheng raised his hand to take the medicinal wine from her hand.
Lin Shuyao hid behind her back, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her face showing an expression of "How could this be?": "You got injured because you saved me, it's only right that I help you apply the medicine, and besides, your injury is on the back, it's inconvenient for you to apply it yourself."
That was incredibly righteous and indignant.
Cheng Zheng's gaze met hers for a moment before he looked away: "Men and women should be different, I'll do it myself."
"Don't you always say that there's no distinction between men and women on the battlefield? Well, doctors don't see gender either. What's wrong with me applying medicine for you?"
"Or perhaps..." Lin Shuyao suddenly leaned down, close to his ear, her breath spraying onto his earlobe, her voice sweet and slightly ambiguous, "You can't simply see me as a comrade-in-arms?"
Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't think of any reason to refute her. He silently lowered his arm, which was taken as acquiescence to letting her apply the medicine.
Lin Shuyao's lips curled up smugly as she walked behind him. "Then I'll begin."