In the early autumn of August, the heat has not abated, and there is still a lot of unbearable stuffiness. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Feng Jinghua held a large pot of steaming medicinal soup and walked into Qiu Guhan's room.

Qiu Guhan put the scroll in his hand back on the table, lay down, closed his eyes, and cooperated with the routine medicinal bath.

Feng Jinghua took off his coat, dipped a towel in the potion, and carefully wiped his whole body.

After wiping, she started on his calves and gave him a muscle massage.

After more than two months of treatment, Qiu Guhan has removed the bandages all over his body, and perhaps because of his youth, the wounds on his body heal quickly.

Feng Jinghua's hand fell on him, and he could feel that there was finally an obvious layer of muscle under his scarred skin, before, because he was too thin, her hand was full of bones when she touched it, and she couldn't perform massage and acupuncture.

His eyes, which were only slightly better than a skeleton, were no longer deep-set, and his cheeks were a little fleshy, and he finally looked like a normal, but very thin child.

Now he is finally able to control his body and no longer be incontinent.

His recovery speed far exceeded the doctor's prediction, and Feng Jinghua was very pleased with this.

"Does it hurt? Is the force appropriate? She asked Qiu Guhan while massaging.

It was not easy for him to grow such a layer of muscle with his skeletal body, and she prayed that he would grow as much flesh as possible.

"It doesn't hurt. It's a good fit. Qiu Guhan didn't open his eyes and said in a low voice.

After more than two months together, he still didn't know what to say to her, and he had been in hell for too long, and he had not yet regained the ability to communicate with others.

Feng Jinghua smiled and said gently: "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it." ”

Qiu Guhan just cooperated with her as always, obeyed her, and didn't give any opinions.

After more than an hour, Feng Jinghua finally finished the massage, exhaled a long breath, and stood up, already sweating profusely.

Massage can be a physical activity, and Manu can also do it, but Qiu Guhan is still too thin and weak to withstand Manu's strength, so now it can only be done by her.

Qiu Guhan quietly opened her eyes and watched her wipe her sweat.

It's been more than two months, and she still hasn't shown signs of impatience and disgust, what is it that has kept her going for so long?

How long can she hold out?

Feng Jinghua wiped his sweat, drank tea, and ate snacks, and regained a little vitality.

She looked at Qiu Guhan's face, reached out and flicked his bangs, frowning slightly: "Your hair is long again, can I cut it for you?" ”

His hair could not have been cut off by his parents, but he was a seriously injured patient, with wounds on his head, face, and neck, and the hot weather, the longer his hair, the more burdensome and burdensome it was to him, so she often helped him cut his hair to keep his hair clean and fresh.

"Hmm." Autumn Bone Han answered, sat up, and turned around.

Feng Jinghua took a wet towel soaked in soaphorn juice, covered his head, and slowly scrubbed his hair, after scrubbing it several times, he took scissors in one hand and held his hair in the other, cutting it off in bunches.

Qiu Guhan closed his eyes, felt the touch of his hair running across his back and fell to the ground, and his heart was peaceful.

It was afternoon, the wind was blowing in from the window, the room was refreshing and fragrant, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

In this dark and cold world, there is always a trace of warmth and tenderness.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep with such a faint smile, and Feng Jinghua silently cleaned up the room and left.