The Young Urban Doctor

Translator: 549690339

“First, I’ll give you acupuncture and then explain the details of the moxibustion treatment, how about that?” Luo Ziling whispered to Ouyang Feifei.

“You’re the doctor, I’ll follow your lead,” Ouyang Feifei, lifting her flushed face from the bath, looked at Luo Ziling indifferently, “Whatever you think is best is fine by me.”

Ouyang Feifei looked very attractive, but her voice and tone instantly erased that appeal, leaving Luo Ziling feeling irritated.

Saying things with a bit of emotion wouldn’t kill her, would it?

The thing Luo Ziling disliked the most about Ouyang Feifei was her emotionless way of speaking, which came across as arrogant.

As a man with a very strong sense of pride, he didn’t like it when women acted that way in front of him.

“Alright,” Luo Ziling said as he opened his bag and took out the necessary items.

There were many things in the bag, a lot of which were hard-to-find items; Wang Qing, who stood by, was agape with amazement.

While Luo Ziling was preparing the treatment items, Ouyang Feifei had already laid down on the bed with the help of Wang Qing.

Just like last time, she lay face down, covered with a thin blanket.

After sitting down, Luo Ziling opened the bathrobe draped over Ouyang Feifei, found the correct acupuncture points, and started the first needle insertion.

Luo Ziling’s needling was as fast as his fighting, very swift. From picking up the needle to inserting it into Ouyang Feifei’s skin, it took just one or two seconds. Wang Qing, watching from the side, couldn’t make out Luo Ziling’s movements clearly by the time Ouyang Feifei had a long needle stuck in her.

Although Wang Qing had already seen Luo Ziling perform acupuncture like this before, and despite Ouyang Feifei’s skin showing no anomalies afterward and no discomfort, Wang Qing was still nervous.

Ouyang Feifei, lying face down, didn’t feel much; she only felt a slight pain, which didn’t even feel like pain, but more like a bit of itchiness where the needle was inserted.

Luo Ziling’s hands were slender, and although his skin was not as delicate as hers, it wasn’t rough either.

Ouyang Feifei had a mild case of germaphobia, yet when Luo Ziling was performing acupuncture on her, she didn’t feel any strong aversion.

This surprised her, as she had been contemplating how to overcome her instinctive dislike of men during treatment. Unexpectedly, she didn’t need to do anything; the feeling wasn’t there at all.

Or rather, it didn’t appear in the first place, which astonished Ouyang Feifei.

While Ouyang Feifei was lost in her thoughts, Luo Ziling had already started inserting needles quickly, and right after positioning the needles in the acupoints, he began to circulate his energy immediately.

As Luo Ziling manipulated the needles with circulating energy, Ouyang Feifei felt a mild itchiness, and as the itchiness intensified, she experienced a sensation of alternating cold and warmth. The alternating sensations, rather than being uncomfortable, were very soothing to her.

She began to sweat, which made her feel even more comfortable as if something that had been blocked up inside her body was being expelled, giving her a thoroughly refreshing feeling.

Luo Ziling was completely in the zone, focusing all his attention on the treatment.

Performing acupuncture with energy circulation is an exhausting task, but its effects were many times better than ordinary acupuncture.

By the time Luo Ziling had inserted at least ten needles into Ouyang Feifei’s back, he was exhausted and drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

However, he didn’t stop; he continued with the needle treatment.