"It's not back pain. Shen Hangchong avoided the technician's misunderstanding and explained: "It's that my back hurts after sitting for a long time." ”

"Undress. Technician Huang didn't have any emotional communication with Shen Hangchong at all, and his attitude was always cold, which made Shen Hangchong feel a little nostalgic for the thoughtful technician he met when he was an undergraduate. Although Shen Hangchong has not knocked on any big backs, in his junior year, he still followed his roommate who was "sensible earlier" to wash his feet, and he still remembers the warm and thoughtful service.

The air conditioner is turned on in the room, and it is not cold to lie on a single bed bare-chested. Huang Bingning saw the pendant hanging around Shen Hangchong's neck, and raised his eyebrows, it seems that he is indeed a disciple of the old man, since this is the case...... Huang Bingning put down the alcohol cotton that was still burning, and his fingertips flashed slightly, and an extremely small red flame actually popped out!

Shen Hangchong was lying on his stomach, still thinking about the matter of 30,000 and seven, and his heart was a little weak, this cupping would not also be a high consumption of extortion, "Doctor Huang, ......"

"Huh?" the red flame on Huang Bingning's fingertips disappeared.

"How many hours is your cupping?"

Huang Bingning had an urge to strangle Shen Hangchong, took a deep breath, calmed down, her emotions had not fluctuated like this for a long time, "Mr. Shen, you were also introduced by Feng Lao, don't you even have a little basic common sense? This is not a massage room, nor is it a foot and hair washing shop, not by the hour!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's the first time I'm here, so what's that for?"

"After a set of treatments, you will be charged 288 yuan. ”

Shen Hangchong: "......"

It's not as good as a massage parlor, 288, it's really dark. But the clothes are all off, Shen Hangchong won't say anything, 288 is 288, cupping, dispelling dampness and cold.

Huang Bingning stared at Shen Hangchong, who had a fair and smooth back, "But you are a disciple of Feng Lao, and you just happened to run into me again, I will personally give you a 998 course of treatment service, which should be regarded as giving Feng Lao a face." ”

Hearing this bluffing words, although Shen Hangchong didn't feel that he had taken advantage, he also had some balance in his heart, there were more pits and fewer pits, anyway, the more than 200 yuan would definitely have to be paid, "Then thank you." ”

"You're welcome, as long as you don't cry out in pain. ”

Shen Hangchong: ???

"What, does cupping hurt?"

Huang Bingning took the tweezers, and the first fire pot had been processed, "It doesn't hurt very much." ”

Burst.

The fire pot was placed on the shoulder well on Shen Hangchong's left side.

A burning sensation immediately came from his back.

"How is it?, does it hurt?" Huang Bingning showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. This fire pot was not burned with alcohol cotton, but after she learned the identity of Shen Hang's protector, she used her own yang fire to burn it, both in temperature and power, it was much higher than ordinary alcohol cotton, she just wanted to cure this arrogant bad boy!

Although Shen Hangchong said that he felt the heat, it didn't seem to be the unbearable pain that Huang Bingning said, so he said, "It's okay." ”

Huang Bingning was a little surprised, she didn't just light the Yang Fire of the Divine Court, but also lit the Yang Fire of Fengchi, just that trace of red flame, according to her speculation, this protector who didn't even light the Yang Fire of the Divine Court, although it didn't open the flesh, but it hurt so much that it was certain.

However, what I waited for was Shen Hangchong's sentence "It's okay".

"Also...... Okay? Don't put up with it. ”

Shen Hangchong really didn't feel much pain, and turned his face sideways to look at Huang Bingning with his peripheral vision, "Doctor, it really doesn't hurt." ”

Huang Bingning picked up the sterilized glass jar on the side with tweezers and said, "Straighten your head, I'm going to continue." ”

"Oh. Shen Hang Chong put his head on the hollow pillow, "Doctor Huang, is Elder Feng practicing medicine in Zichen Hall?"

Shen Hangchong didn't know much about the master who was crookedly worshipping, so he asked Huang Bingning to inquire.

Huang Bingning, who was burning the glass jar with red flames with his fingertips, was worried that there was no topic to distract Shen Hangchong's attention, and when he saw him mention Feng Lao, he said with some surprise: "Aren't you a disciple of Feng Lao?"

"I've only been in the business for a few days, no, come and have a look. ”

"Feng Lao used to be the vice president of our Purple Dust Hall, but he retired later, and now he no longer visits the Purple Dust Hall. ”

"Eh, what do you teach in that training class?"

"You're talking about Middleban?"

Shen Hangchong: Uh-huh.

"Mainly teach some Chinese medicine theories in terms of meridians and acupuncture points, and secondly, what you want. ”

Shen Hangchong muttered, "What you want......"

Could it be how to light the yang fire of the Ming Divine Court?

Huang Bingning had already placed the second fiery jar on the shoulder well on Shen Hangchong's right side. In the fire pot, there is actually a faint red light, which is different from the previous fire cup, and it seems that this time the power is even greater.

"Physician Huang, how long have you been practicing medicine here?"

"Three years later, I came here after graduating from my undergraduate degree. ”

Shen Hangchong calculated and said, "Then we are about the same age." ”

"Don't you feel anything?"

Shen Hangchong: ???

"Don't get me wrong, Doctor Huang, I didn't mean that......"

Huang Bingning was stunned, his eyes were full of anger, "I'm asking you, Huojug, isn't there any burning pain?"

Shen Hangchong felt that there was one more on the right side, and this time, the heat was a little stronger, but it seemed to be very sour, "It's quite comfortable." Doctor Huang, you don't have to ask me every time, who can't stand the heat of cupping?"

Huang Bingning was shocked this time, she used the E-level Crane Red Phoenix Flame, which was even more powerful than the Divine Court Origin Yang Fire when the first fire pot was burned just now, she was also worried that Shen Hangchong would faint in pain, but the result was actually quite comfortable?

Could it be that the conduction of this glass jar has deteriorated? Impossible, she has tried it many times, and ordinary people generally don't dare to try the power of this crane red phoenix flame easily, why is this kid really like no one?

The skin on Shen Hangchong's back exuded a faint ruddyness, and the fire pot on the right shoulder well point, the flame light in it dissipated, and the temperature slowly dropped, sucking Shen Hangchong's skin inside, forming a bulge.

Huang Bingning was annoyed, why didn't she feel it? The more Shen Hangchong didn't feel it, the more she felt that Shen Hangchong really intended to provoke, and deliberately endured it without shouting pain. She gritted her teeth and said secretly in her heart: Okay, I'll make you comfortable, comfortable to death for you!

One after another, the fire pots, like mahjong tiles, were stacked on Shen Hangchong's back.

Shen Hangchong felt an unprecedented comfort, as if the filth that had accumulated in his body for more than 20 years had been released at one time, and the whole person felt that his pores were dilated and extremely transparent.

The temperature in the room unconsciously rose to more than 30 degrees, and Shen Hang Chong was still sweating bare-chested, not to mention Huang Bingning, who had to use the yang fire to add "condiments" to Shen Hang Chong. The whole person was as hot as being fished out of the water, so hot that his neck was covered with sweat, and the white coat on his chest was wet......