Ye Xingbei saw the pain that had not yet faded from his eyes and trembled with heartache: "Where does it hurt again? Why don’t you call the doctor?"
"The old wound is acting up..." Gu Junzhu turned over with difficulty, lying face down on the bed.
Just a simple turn over, and cold sweat had soaked through his pajamas.
He had been awake from the pain for a while now.
But he harbored a sense of wishful thinking, always feeling that perhaps if he endured it, it would pass?
He didn’t want Ye Xingbei to worry or feel heartache for him.
He also didn’t want to show his vulnerability in front of Ye Xingbei.
He didn’t want Ye Xingbei to think of him as a sickly person.
If he kept struggling like this, in Ye Xingbei’s heart, his body would probably be linked with the word "broken."
He knew this was a ridiculous vanity of n.
But this was probably the only flaw he had.
Nobody’s perfect, so he was not in a rush to force himself to correct it.
"What should we do?" Thinking of the miserable state Gu Junzhu was in last ti his old injury flared up, Ye Xingbei’s eyes suddenly reddened.
"It’s nothing. Just get so antipyretics and painkillers," Gu Junzhu said, "The fever should subside after that, and I’ll be fine."
Ever since the last ti his old injury flared up in Feng City, Ye Xingbei insisted on massaging him every day.
He felt it was very effective.
Before, he always felt his back muscles were stiff, constantly feeling uncomfortable.
But recently, that feeling has gradually disappeared.
Previously when the old injury flared up, it would have been excruciatingly painful for him.
But this ti, he felt that the extent of pain was within his tolerance.
He told all this to Ye Xingbei, and after she fed him the antipyretics, she imdiately started massaging him.
He was obviously feverish, with every other part of his body burning to the touch.
Only his back was stiff and icy cold, like a block of iron.
Ye Xingbei’s heart ached, and she massaged him with utmost concentration.
After massaging for over half an hour, the stiff muscles in his back gradually relaxed and ward up.
Gu Junzhu reached back and grabbed her arm, "Take a break, I feel much better now."
Ye Xingbei tilted her head to look at his complexion, "Really?"
"Really," Gu Junzhu pulled her to lie down beside him, turned over to face her: "Ye Xingbei, I think what my dad said was right, you’re my lucky star. My dad has been so worried about this old injury, sought out every possible doctor to no avail. I never expected that you would have a way. I’m starting to believe in ’fate’ now."
Ye Xingbei was simultaneously heartbroken, anxious, and worried, "But it’s only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."
"You can’t get fat with one bite," Gu Junzhu said, "It’s an old injury after all, how can it be healed so quickly? The pain is much less than before, and it hasn’t lasted as long as previous tis, which shows your massage is effective. Maybe if we keep going, I really can recover."
"Hopefully," Ye Xingbei held his hand, "Do you think the new dicine we switched to is not as effective as the old one? Otherwise, why would it flare up again in such a short ti?"
Ever since Gu Junzhu learned that the previous dicine affected the production of sperm, he asked the doctor to switch to a different dication.
The doctor who prescribed the dicine to Gu Junzhu apologized repeatedly, saying he didn’t know that Gu Junzhu was married and that the previous dicine was the first choice for treating Gu Junzhu’s old injury. That’s why he had prescribed that dicine.
And he assured that the side effects of the dicine were not irreversible, as long as one stopped taking the dicine for a while, the sperm production function could recover as usual.
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