Chapter 243: 113. The risky period has come, wearing black silk, regardless of consequences, swimming upstream

"Xiao Yan, have you really studied Chinese medicine?"

Suffering in pain, Han Xueying spoke in a coquettish tone. Li Zhiyan couldn't imagine what it would be like if such a voice continued to echo.

It was such a beautiful and melodious voice.

Li Zhiyan, holding Han Xueying's silky feet wrapped in stockings, then said, "Yes, Aunt Han, I've studied Chinese medicine for quite a long time. Aside from poor academic performance, there's a lot more I'm good at. I'm especially capable of dealing with symptoms like these. Aunt Han, let me help you take off your stockings."

Han Xueying did not doubt Li Zhiyan's words.

She knew that Li Zhiyan was not lying; apart from his studies, he was very proficient in other things.

For instance, he owned his bubble tea shop at a young age, and even bought his own house, among other achievements.

Li Zhiyan gently placed his hand on Han Xueying's beautiful leg.

He then grabbed the edge of the stockings and pulled them off.

When the stocking scraped over the twisted area,

Han Xueying let out another slightly painful sound.

"Ah..."

The coquettish tone caused Li Zhiyan's soul to tremble.

Aunt Han's voice was just too pleasant, as if it held some sort of magic.

"Aunt Han, your injury is quite serious. If not treated in time, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to school to work in the next few days."

As a skilled practitioner of Chinese medicine, Li Zhiyan was very concerned about the patient's condition.

As for those beautiful legs he had just undressed of their stockings, along with the fair feet, he did not even steal a glance.

A doctor's benevolence...

Although the role of a counselor was a very leisurely job, Han Xueying took it very seriously and responsibly and didn't want to take leave for such a matter.

"Xiao Yan, can you treat such an injury?"

At that moment, Han Xueying's voice was still coquettish, sounding more and more like someone who was pouting, making Li Zhiyan recall a familiar phrase, "Where's my husband?"

Li Zhiyan was very serious, and then moved his hands onto Han Xueying's thigh, helping her to massage it.

"Xiao Yan..."

"Do you also need to massage... the thigh?"

The massage felt so comfortable that Han Xueying's tone became even more saccharine at that moment.

"Yes, Aunt Han, just sit here and enjoy my massage."

Han Xueying nodded slightly, and as Li Zhiyan's massage continued, she always felt like he was touching her legs.

But she also felt that her heart was in respectful awe; just because Li Zhiyan had a fondness for mature women didn't mean he didn't respect her as an elder.

In her moment of despair, if it hadn't been for Li Zhiyan's arrival, she would probably have been left sitting on the ground, enduring the pain of a twisted ankle.

With eyes closed and without a word, Han Xueying quietly savored Li Zhiyan's hands massaging back and forth on her legs.

Li Zhiyan watched his hands and was increasingly recognizing the value of the massage skill bestowed on him by the system.

Love, it all begins with a massage.

However, Auntie Jiang's hands were also miraculous. She had helped him before and managed to reduce his hormones by one point.

Those jade-like hands were indeed adept, holding a mysterious equivalence to his own Chinese medicine massage techniques.

So, with the heart of a physician, Li Zhiyan continued to massage Aunt Han for half an hour.

Li Zhiyan could see clearly that the swelling in Han Xueying's ankle had completely subsided.

Although a slight mark was still visible, it basically no longer affected her ability to walk.

"Aunt Han, try walking and see if it still hurts."

Li Zhiyan went over to the kitchen and brought a slipper to Han Xueying.

After slipping it on, Han Xueying tried moving her ankle, and indeed, it no longer hurt.

After a few steps, she walked smoothly as if she had never sprained her ankle...

This marveled Han Xueying, and she felt somewhat guilty at the same time.