Nangong Mo’s eyes flickered, sowhat guiltily turning away.
He knew the girl wanted to heal his leg, but he thought she had given up after secretly looking it over that night. He didn’t expect her to still rember.
If she knew that his leg actually...
The man pressed his lips, raised an eyebrow, "Is this the very important thing you ntioned?"
"Uh-huh! That’s right!"
"No hurry, you will see soon enough."
Seeing his expression, Yun Ran blinked, suddenly understanding the implication of his words, and hurriedly waved her hands.
"No, no, no, you’ve got it wrong! When I said look, I ant to look at your injury!"
"Hmm?"
The man seed a bit puzzled, slightly furrowing his brows as he looked at her, Yun Ran suddenly felt a bit troubled.
She knew that asking directly like this was tantamount to exposing soone’s scars, poking at their pain.
But that night, she had done a rough examination and only knew that his leg had once been treated by soone. As to the extent of the treatnt or the level of recovery, she was unsure.
dical practice emphasizes observation, inquiry, and examination, especially for such injuries, where asking about the patient’s real feelings is crucial for better judging the injury and difficulty of recovery, so as to formulate more precise treatnt plans.
Yun Ran’s thoughts raced, and suddenly the man’s low voice, tinged with a trace of loneliness, echoed in her ears:
"Do you despise for being a cripple?"
Yun Ran lifted her head in a daze, seeing the man’s sad and hurt handso face, her heart constricted slightly.
"No, it’s not like that, Nangong Mo, don’t overthink!"
The girl anxiously explained, her eyes as clear as water, showing no trace of falsehood.
Nangong Mo looked at her for a while, sowhat despondently lowering his eyes, his tone full of dejection, "Really?"
Seeing him so downcast and lonely, Yun Ran urgently cupped his face, "Of course it’s true! If I despised you, why would I allow you to do those things to ?"
A flicker of amusent flashed in the man’s eyes, hidden by his lightly lowered long eyelashes, which Yun Ran did not catch.
"Nangong Mo, I just want to find a way to heal your leg. Don’t you want to stand up again?"
The man slowly raised his eyes, "You know dicine?"
Ah, well...
"Um, when I was young, I once went up the mountain to burn incense and accidentally fell down the hillside. I was saved by a reclusive master who might’ve thought I had great talent, right? He insisted on taking as his disciple."
The man raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips in silence, that little rascal was starting to weave tales again.
"So he taught so martial arts and dical skills, but he didn’t allow to tell anyone about my apprenticeship, so those in Lin Mansion don’t know."
"I’ve only told you this secret!"
The man glanced at her, very cooperative, "I will keep this secret for you."
"Uh-huh! So, can I take a look at your leg now?"
Seeing the expectation in the girl’s eyes, Nangong Mo said nothing and silently raised his hand to undress.
Yun Ran stared at his leg for a while, then tentatively asked, "Can I touch it?"
"Hmm."
Yun Ran didn’t dare use force, her fingertips first gently pressing around his wound, "Does it hurt?"
The man shook his head expressionlessly.
Yun Ran’s fingers moved to the terrifying-looking arrow wound, gently pressing on it, "Then... here? Does it hurt?"
Nangong Mo still shook his head.
"Can you feel my fingers?"
Nangong Mo continued to shake his head.
No sensation?
Yun Ran lightly bit her red lips, her finely shaped eyebrows knitting tighter, "No sensation at all?"
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