She laughed so hard that the mask on her face wrinkled with laughter.

Han Chen held on to the cabinet at the entrance and sat down slowly, with a look of pain on his face.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Mo: "You are really my dear wife. It's not a big deal to watch the excitement."

He moved his legs forward with his hands, and then reluctantly changed his shoes.

Zhou Mo took off the facial mask and asked: "Didn't you mean to play basketball? Why does it sound like you have finished a 50-kilometer cross-country race?"

Han Chen waved to her, "In the last quarter, I was chasing points too much and my leg muscles were overexercised. Come and help me and help me stand up."

Zhou Mo hurriedly stepped forward, but still had a smile on his face.

She helped Han Chen sit down on the sofa and brought him clothes for him to change into.

"I'm going to buy you safflower oil and apply some on it for you. My uncles all say that it's very useful. They used to use it when doing hard work and when they had muscle strains."

Han Chen frowned, "Forget it, I'll take my time. That stuff smells too strong, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhou Mo couldn't laugh or cry, "Why didn't I see you being so particular before? Now you think the safflower oil has a smell. Why did you go there so early? When you exercise, don't you know how to control it?"

Han Chen: “I don’t want to lose.”

Zhou Mo: "What happened in the end? Won?"

Han Chen: "We lost. But it was just one point short."

Zhou Mo groaned, "I work myself to death, and it's not me who hurts in the end?"

Han Chen: "It's all thanks to Zhong Zhicheng. If he hadn't gone today, I would have definitely won."

Zhou Mo: "I've never seen you play basketball so hard before. What happened today?"

Han Chen: "Duan Feng is on the opposite side."

Zhou Mo looked at him gently, "Look at your damn desire to win."

Han Chen tilted his head, "Didn't you say you were going to buy safflower oil?"

Zhou Mo: "Do you use it?"

Han Chen: "You buy the one that tastes better."

Zhou Mo black line.

Is there any safflower oil that tastes better?

Use it or not, just safflower oil, nothing else.

Zhou Mo tidied up briefly and went out to buy safflower oil.

When he came back, Han Chen had already changed his clothes.

In order to make it easier to grease his legs, Zhou Mo specially found loose shorts for him.

At this moment, due to excessive physical exertion, Han Chen was lying on the sofa with his head resting on the armrest of the sofa. He was drowsy and seemed about to fall asleep.

Zhou Mo went to the bedroom to get a pillow and put it under his neck.

Han Chen woke up in shock, "Are you back?"

Zhou Mo felt a little distressed when he saw that he couldn't open his eyes, "Go to sleep, I'll apply safflower oil on you."

Han Chen: "Yeah. Be gentle."

Zhou Mo: "It can't be taken lightly. My uncle and the others are very particular about applying technique, and they need to have massage skills in it."

Han Chen: "..."

Zhou Mo thought for a while, "How about I find you a towel?"

Han Chen frowned: "What do you want a towel for?"

Zhou Mo: "Bite it for you. I saw in TV dramas that when the pain is excruciating, don't you just bite on a towel?"

Han Chen complained in disgust: "What a rubbish TV series."

Zhou Mo: "Have you never seen the plot of giving birth in the TV series?"

Han Chen's face suddenly darkened: "...I don't have this function, okay? Besides, I just have leg pain."

Zhou Mo looked at him and laughed so hard that his stomach ached.

She went to the bathroom and washed her hands with hot water.

Then he rubbed it to warm it again, unscrewed the cap of the safflower oil bottle, poured some into his palms, and continued to rub it to heat it.

The pungent smell suddenly filled the living room.

Han Chen's legs were supported on her legs, and she started to rub the sore muscles little by little, starting from her calves.

"That's the gastrocnemius muscle." Han Chen said suddenly.

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, then realized that Han Chen meant that the muscle she was helping to rub was called "gastrocnemius".

Han Chen also said: "It is divided into two sides: the medial head starts from the medial condyle of the femur, and the lateral head starts from the lateral condyle of the femur. The two heads converge at the midpoint of the calf, move into tendons, connect with the Achilles tendon below, and end at the calcaneal tubercle.

Where. It forms the driving force in actions such as walking, running, and jumping.”

Zhou Moxiao asked: "How about giving me an anatomy class?"

Han Chen: "No. I just thought of it suddenly."

Zhou Mo: "When it comes to anatomy class, I remember the inner tibia, outer fibula, inner radius and outer radius."

Han Chen: "You are talking about the anatomical position of the ulna and radius of the upper limb, and the position of the tibia and fibula of the lower limb."

Zhou Mo: "Yeah. But for those of us non-clinical medicine students, we only learn a rough outline in the anatomy class, and we rely on the 'golden pages' to save our lives in the exam. After all, the thickness of the anatomy book can be ranked among the best in medicine.

To get the name, the key is... to read it, you have to read it with Xinhua Dictionary."

After all, there are too many uncommon words...

Han Chen: "After studying anatomy in clinical majors, we have to learn a separate course called "Local Anatomy", which requires us to actually dissect cadavers. However... when I was in school, the teacher only asked us to focus on head and neck anatomy in order to catch up with the course."

Zhou Mo: “Because the anatomy of the head and neck is the most difficult.”

Han Chen: "Yeah."

Zhou Mo: "When I was taking "Ear, Nose and Throat", the teacher who taught Otolaryngology was an otolaryngologist. He said that the otolaryngologist was definitely the best at studying human anatomy."

Han Chen: "Yes."

Zhou Mo slowly kneaded the muscles in Han Chen's legs and massaged him to relax.

Han Chen, who was lying down, turned his head slightly and looked at Zhou Mo, who was working seriously.

Compared with the comfort on his legs, at this moment, his heart felt even more comfortable.

He withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the ceiling with a silly smile.

"It's great to have a wife."

Zhou Mo looked at him tenderly, pinching the muscles in his legs slightly as if teasing him.

Han Chen felt a sudden pain, frowned, and looked back at Zhou Mo.

He pursed his lips slightly and said, "It's just that my wife is fierce, that's not good."

Zhou Mo gritted his teeth and pinched his muscles deliberately, "I'm giving you a massage, but you still say I'm not good? You can find someone who is nice to massage."

Han Chen endured the pain, sat up straight, pressed Zhou Mo with his legs to prevent her from getting up, and said with a smile: "Who can do better than you? I won't say anything anymore. You can continue to press, no matter how hard you use, I can bear it."

.”

Zhou Mo glanced at him with a smile on her face, and a smile spread across her lips. She continued to apply safflower oil, rub it to warm it, and then pressed it gently on Han Chen.

I have to say that safflower oil is quite useful.

Although Han Chen's legs still hurt a little the next day, it was still bearable.

It's just...the smell of safflower oil on my body never goes away.

Even Zhou Mo, who helped him apply safflower oil, was affected.

Zhao Xiaoshuang smelled the smell and asked: "Senior sister, where are you injured?"

Zhou Mo: "..."

Zhao Xiaoshuang: "If you have a bruise or injury, you must go to the hospital in time. Isn't Dr. Han an orthopedic surgeon? Let him help you look at it, but don't hold on yourself."

Zhou Mo: "It wasn't me who got hurt by the fall, it was him."

Zhao Xiaoshuang was confused: "He suffered a bruise, why do you smell like safflower oil all over your body?"

Zhou Mo raised his hands and said, "Smell."

Zhao Xiaoshuang stepped forward and took a whiff. The pungent smell of safflower oil made her wrinkle her nose uncontrollably.

"Did you apply it on him?"
Chapter completed!