Chapter 2260 - 2090: You’re the First Today_2
Chapter 2260: Chapter 2090: You’re the First Today_2
People who don’t have cervical spondylosis will never understand that kind of sheer爽 when those stuck cervical joints are pulled open again.
Even more爽 than a full-service massage parlor.
But Secretary Niu’s cervical spondylosis was really way too serious, and just relying on acupuncture alone simply wouldn’t have any obvious effect. In order not to ruin his own reputation, Song Xiaodong still used his special Wood Elemental Aura. Secretary Niu only felt that the silver needles in Song Xiaodong’s hands were like a warm spring breeze, like a young girl’s hands, like a mature woman’s soft breasts, all that warmth; his cervical spine that had been rusting for decades seemed like that of a newborn baby, filled with vitality again.
Meanwhile Song Xiaodong himself was drenched in sweat, and Xu Jiahui, quietly watching from the side, was completely baffled, not understanding why acupuncture would make Song Xiaodong sweat like that.
The prescription was already written, the acupuncture was done, and Secretary Niu felt as if he’d been reborn, his whole body brimming with strength. He even wanted to drag Xu Jiahui off for a quick round right on the spot. Secretary Niu himself was puzzled—how come after treating his cervical spondylosis he felt like his "function" had actually gotten stronger?
In fact, Secretary Niu’s feeling was spot-on, because Song Xiaodong’s treatment philosophy for his cervical spondylosis was "support yang and secure the root."
Chapter 2091 Treating Good Intentions Like Donkey Liver and Lungs
Secretary Niu thanked Song Xiaodong up and down, while all Song Xiaodong wanted was to go home and rest, so he hurriedly said goodbye and left.
On the way home, Qiao Yutong suddenly called Song Xiaodong.
"Hello?"
"Xiaodong!"
"It’s me."
"Uh, I’ve thought it through. I’ll listen to you—go ahead and operate on me." Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong.
"You’ve really made up your mind?" Song Xiaodong asked Qiao Yutong.
"Mm..."
"Are you free today?" Qiao Yutong asked Song Xiaodong.
"What, you want the surgery done today?" Song Xiaodong asked Qiao Yutong.
"Mm..."
"Uh..." Song Xiaodong hesitated.
"What’s wrong? You busy? If you are, we can wait till you have time." Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong.
"It’s not that I’m busy, it’s just I just finished treating a patient and I’m a bit tired." Song Xiaodong replied.
"Oh, then we’ll talk about it another day." Qiao Yutong said.
"Mm..."
"Uh..." Qiao Yutong faltered, not sure what to say.
"What is it?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"If you’re tired, you can come find me." Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong.
"What would I come find you for?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Come find me so I can wait on you, you damn lord." Qiao Yutong said irritably to Song Xiaodong.
"Really?"
"Mm..." Qiao Yutong quietly nodded on the other end of the line and spoke softly.
"All right then!"
Without caring whether Qiao Yutong was just being polite, Song Xiaodong drove straight to her place.
"Wow, you actually came. I was just being polite." Qiao Yutong said to Song Xiaodong with a laugh.
"Quick, give me the full health-care package." As soon as he walked in, Song Xiaodong plopped down on the sofa in Qiao Yutong’s living room, crossed one leg over the other, leaned his head back on the sofa, and stared up at the ceiling.
"Look at you, you really act like some old lord!" Qiao Yutong kicked his propped-up foot.
"Oh right, let me ask you—did your wives make you kneel on a washboard when you got back?" Qiao Yutong asked Song Xiaodong.
"My wives are all broad-minded and generous, unlike some people, who throw you straight into jail the moment they get mad." Song Xiaodong said with his eyes closed.
"So what if I locked you up? If you brawl again, I’ll lock you up again!" Arms folded, Qiao Yutong stood opposite him, head tilted as she looked out the window.
"Hmph!"
"You just went to treat a patient?" Qiao Yutong studied his face and asked.
"Yeah, that Secretary Niu we saw yesterday. I did some acupuncture on him." Song Xiaodong answered.
"Then how come this acupuncture of yours left you looking so sallow and wiped out?" Qiao Yutong asked.
Song Xiaodong shot her a look and said, "I’m like this every time I treat someone. Surgeons after an operation are in a state of collapse too."
"Oh please, didn’t you say your ’function’ was strong? What, can’t do it anymore?" Qiao Yutong teased him with a grin.
"The last thing a man can stand hearing is ’can’t do it.’ Who can’t do it? Help me up!" As he spoke, Song Xiaodong reached a hand out toward her.
"Smack!" Qiao Yutong slapped his hand with a loud crack.
"Whether you can do it or not, what’s that got to do with me?" She rolled her eyes at him.
"Quick, I’m dying of thirst, get me some water!" Sprawled bonelessly on the sofa, Song Xiaodong barked orders at her.
"I must be crazy, inviting a lord like you into my home."
Grumbling, Qiao Yutong still walked into the kitchen.
"You want it hot or cold?" Qiao Yutong asked.
Song Xiaodong answered, "Whatever..."
"Useless bum!" she cursed again, then rattled around in the kitchen. The juicer roared to life, and after a while, she came out carrying something that looked like a glass of plasma.
"What’s this? You trying to murder me?" Looking at the clump of bright red stuff in her glass, Song Xiaodong asked cautiously.
"You guessed right, I’m totally poisoning you." With a big bad wolf kind of sinister smile, Qiao Yutong brought the glass up to his mouth.
"Drink this and you’ll turn into a hideous freak! All your wives will dump you! Ahahahaha..."
Frowning, Song Xiaodong took it and stared blankly at the contents of the cup.
"This isn’t raw beef juice, is it?" he asked.
"Bullshit, why don’t you say it’s human juice too. Smell it, such a strong bloody reek." Qiao Yutong said to him.