Duan Jiu Ben screamed in pain and turned pale. Damn it, did the dominatrix want to twist his hand like Ashu?
The surly look in his eyes could no longer be hidden: "Isn't this what you want? I'm helping you, okay?"
The commotion is so big that it cannot be stopped, and the dominatrix must completely overturn.
Jiang Fang said word by word: "This little pain is not as much as A Shu's treatment of his hand; but the pain of cutting his flesh with a knife is not as much as the pain he will suffer if his hands are exposed in front of others."
Since he decided to cure Ashu, Jiang Fang of course demanded perfection.
If Ashu cannot bear the humiliation and develops psychological problems, treatment will be affected.
Duan Jiu's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with undisguised excitement and a distorted light.
"Really? That's really pathetic."
He feels relieved when he sees others being pitiful.
Jiang Fang was touched by the pain deep in Duan Jiu's eyes, and slowly let go of his hand.
When it comes to pain, does he not understand?
Precisely because it hurt so much, this young man took other people's pain and used it as an analgesic.
Thinking this, Jiang Fang lost a lot of his anger and showed a loving smile like an old aunt looking at a naughty child.
"When it comes to psychological issues, this guy knows how to deal with it."
"You should drink chicken soup for psychological problems!" Qi Ling immediately started searching.
Duan Jiu pulled his hand back and couldn't help gasping, it hurt so much, it was numb, his hand was no longer his!
Another note was made in the small notebook, one day he will twist the dominatrix's whole body into a twist...
Suddenly, Jiang Fang's hand fell on Duan Jiu's head, making him freeze.
Duan Jiu had no doubt that the dominatrix's hands were as strong as iron pliers, and she could slap him to death with one palm.
Just as Jiang Fang was about to say some warm words, Qi Ling began to recite with great emotion.
"A person's happiness is not because he has more, but because he cares less."
"People cannot grow in happiness. Happiness will make people superficial. Only when we grow in pain and transformation can we understand life better."
"No one understands the sadness of the cactus: being on guard against others makes you lonely."
…
Jiang Fang's brewing emotions almost collapsed.
If you feed this kind of chicken soup to pigs, the pigs will find it rancid.
"That's all, it can be regarded as a wife singing along with her husband." Jiang Fang ruffled Duan Jiu's hair: "I won't do it next time."
If this thing gets big, she can handle it.
It’s not bad to become famous faster.
Duan Jiu was stunned and just exposed it? The dominatrix didn't beat herself up?
Jiang Fang suddenly smiled brightly, and the red spots looked much softer under the candlelight.
"From now on, I will protect you and protect you."
If you no longer suffer pain, will you gradually forget the pain of the past?
After receiving the strange kind gaze of the girl in front of me, I was inexplicably frightened.
Jiang Fang said unhappily: "What's that look in your eyes?"
Duan Jiu shook his red and swollen hands, saying nothing.
Is the dominatrix blind or possessed by a ghost?
Otherwise, he wouldn't believe it anyway.
"Look, I don't want to be nice to him?" Jiang Fang said helplessly, "What can I do if I can't give him a good look?"
Qi Ling sighed: "He is a villain after all, so it's normal to be too wary. As the saying goes, a drop of water can penetrate a stone, grind a pestle into a needle, gather sand into a tower, gather armpits into fur..."
Jiang Fang looked at Duan Jiu's paws that were swollen twice and sneered.
"Fortunately, you are not left-handed, so you won't delay your work."
"……Yes."
Duan Jiu's tense heart relaxed. This was the dominatrix he was familiar with.
Jiang Fang felt at ease and directed Duan Jiu to carry water and fill the bathtub in his room.
If conditions permit, she will share a room with Duan Jiu. Although Luo Huiniang and Jiang Da were a little confused, they did not ask.
One of Duan Jiu's hands was injured, so it was even more difficult to fetch water. He was so exhausted that he was sweating all over his head. He really wanted to press the dominatrix into the bathtub.
Jiang Fang took advantage of this interval to give Luo Huiniang a bath, check the bone healing, and then injected an injection of nerve bone-synthetic medicine.
Jiang Da laid the floor in the room, taking care of his "ex-wife" before and after, just hoping to get the divorce letter back as soon as possible and tear it up.
Then I went back to my room, took off my makeup, took a comfortable bath, and went to bed.
The next day, Jiang Fang got up early, wore convenient shorts, and did some exercises in the yard.
This is a habit that is also common in modern times. If there is no gym, I will run with weights, hit sandbags, sprint back and forth, and exercise my physical endurance and reaction speed.
Jiang Xiaomei got up at about the same time as Jiang Fang and also exercised with her.
Even though my whole body will be sore after doing it, I still grit my teeth and persevere.
Whatever the second sister does, she is so handsome. She just wants to follow in her footsteps!
Duan Jiu looked through the window lattice and realized that this woman's method of strengthening her body was a bit like military training.
Seeing Jiang Fang banging the sandbags, he couldn't help but mutter: "Do you still think your hands are not strong enough?"
After Jiang Fang finished, he took a shower and then made breakfast.
Duan Jiu also finished washing and came out to help. He consciously listened to her instructions and prepared the necessary ingredients.
For the sake of delicious food, don't be shabby.
There was a small stone mill in the kitchen of the courtyard. After cleaning it, Jiang Fang asked Duan Jiu to use it to pound the rice pulp.
Jiang Xiaomei was responsible for lighting the fire, steaming the purple sweet potatoes and mashing them into a puree, pouring the goat milk into it and stirring it.
When the rice milk comes out, pour Jiang Fang into the pot and stir-fry until it becomes thick. Stir-fry it into a dough, then knead it into long strips and cut it into evenly sized cubes.
Feel free to add purple sweet potato puree to the rice cakes, and you will have soft, glutinous and sweet purple sweet potato steamed rice cakes.
It's flat, sandwiched, and decorated. Several people regard it as fun, chatting and laughing from time to time, and the atmosphere is relaxed.
Only Xiaobai was preoccupied and acted even uglier than Duan Jiu.
But the taste is not bad either.
Boil the remaining goat milk with Jiang Fang, then brew a large cup of tea, filter out the tea leaves, add some sucrose and goat milk and pour them together to make a simple version of milk tea.
Tea can also remove the odor, killing two birds with one stone.
They called Luo Huiniang and Jiang, and everyone sat together and had a wonderful breakfast.
Although you can only get a small cup of milk tea, this novel way of drinking is very popular. Even novices temporarily put aside their worries and couldn't put it down.
Outside the gate, a noise gradually came and became louder and louder.
Ashu tried to persuade Zhou Damao all night long, even though he cried anxiously, Zhou Damao still followed him back forcefully, and started to make trouble as soon as he entered the village.
"Who is Jiang Fang? Get out! If you dare to harm my brother, I will never be done with you!"
This shouting, of course, attracted many villagers who came forward to inquire.
"What? Jiang Fang is a doctor? Are you kidding me?"
"I watched Jiang Fang grow up. Her ancestors for eighteen generations had nothing to do with doctors."
"Did you admit the wrong person?"
Ah Shu was so broken that he growled: "If you make sister Ah Fang stop treating my hand, I will hate you forever!"
Zhou Damao became more and more convinced that Ashu had been deceived, and was so deceived that he was stunned.
The villagers led Zhou Damao to the courtyard, and told many stories about Jiang Fang's heroic deeds on the way.
It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid, but for the sake of his good brother's life, Zhou Damao will not back down.
He is the top tyrant in the Southern District, will he be afraid of her?
After seeing the courtyard, Zhou Damao clenched his fists, ran forward and knocked on the door with all his strength, shouting: "Jiang Fang, open the door! Don't hide in there and keep silent, I know you are at home! You have the ability to lie to my brother,