Ji Xinyao touched Song Zilian's skin and felt something strange, so she held his face.
"Your blood is rising. Stop. Let me feel your pulse."
He trusted Ji Xinyao's medical skills, so naturally he did not dare to act rashly and gently put her down.
"When did you start soaking?"
Before Song Zilian could answer, the servant waiting in the distance answered first, "It looks like six o'clock."
Ji Xinyao suddenly blushed. When she and Song Zilian were fooling around just now, why did she forget that there was someone watching?
She raised her eyebrows and asked, "What time is it now?"
"It's eight eleven."
Time has passed.
No wonder his pulse started to become irregular.
"Go up, soaking for a long time is not good for the meridians." She turned her head and asked the servant, "Are the moxibustion tools I asked you to prepare ready?"
"It's ready and sent to Mr. Song's room."
Ji Xinyao looked at her wet clothes with disgust, "You should go back to your room first and have someone find me some clothes. I'll take a shower and change before I come up."
Song Zilian originally moved to the Song Mansion alone, so naturally there would be no extra women's clothes, only maid clothes worn by the servants at home.
The skirt was a regular long skirt with the hem reaching her ankles. Ji Xinyao pulled up her hair and wore a headband, which made her look a little too cute.
Obviously the servants in their forties or fifties in the Song Mansion were dressed normally, but what she wore gave off a cosplay vibe.
Her clothes have been sent to be washed, and they won't be delivered to her until tomorrow at the earliest, so she can only make do with them for one night.
After changing clothes, it was already 8:40, and Ji Xinyao followed the servant to the third floor.
The layout here is very strange, slightly different from the Republic of China style downstairs, it just looks like an ancient building.
The air is still filled with the smell of ambergris.
A screen separates the inner room from the outer room.
If Ji Xinyao hadn't stayed here for three months, she would even feel that she had landed in the wrong time and space.
Ji Xinyao walked around the screen and saw Song Zilian lying on the bed in a bathrobe, playing with an apple-shaped Luban lock.
Perhaps hearing Ji Xinyao's footsteps, he stopped and turned his head, revealing a large area of white chest muscle at his collar.
"Why are you dressed like this?" Song Zilian looked at him blankly.
Ji Xinyao looked down at herself, then spread her hands helplessly, "I can't help it, this is the only thing you have at home."
"It's quite strange." Song Zilian said seriously, and suddenly, his nosebleed came out.
Ji Xinyao quickly took out the tissue.
"What's wrong with you? Wipe it first. Pinch your nose with your hands, then go to the sink and spit out the blood. Don't swallow it, otherwise it will easily irritate the intestines. I'll get you some ice to apply a cold compress."
Song Zilian pinched his nose and said in a strange voice, "You go ahead, there is a refrigerator, don't go too far."
Ji Xinyao also followed the instructions and went to the outer room. There was indeed a refrigerator here, which Song Zilian used to store some medicines. There were some ice cubes frozen underneath.
Ji Xinyao took some, wrapped it in a towel, and put it on Song Zilian's nose.
After a while, the blood stopped flowing.
"I must like you so much that my nose bleeds when I see you." Song Zilian said firmly.
Ji Xinyao showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.
"It's because you took a longer bath just now and your blood energy increased."
Song Zilian immediately shook his head, "No, I think you look too cute dressed like this, and I'm attracted by it."
He seemed to have lost the sense of aggression he had just now, and returned to his big dog appearance in front of her.
"Your heartbeat is a bit strange. Can you have a heartbeat even with long skirts and long sleeves?"
"If it were you, my heart would be moved even after being wrapped up." Song Zilian looked at him with eyes as bright as the stars, and the light shining in his eyes was so sincere.
Ji Xinyao was amused by him, "Then your blood may not be flowing enough. You need to take more supplements and eat more pork liver and red dates."
"Wait a minute." Song Zilian immediately turned around, pulled out a small notebook, and wrote down word by word, "Eat more pork liver and jujubes."
After he finished memorizing it, he curiously asked Ji Xinyao, "Is foie gras okay? I'm afraid the food will be too monotonous."
"Yes, animal livers are fine." Ji Xinyao said as she stretched her head to look at the notes written by Song Zilian.
The font he used was not the current one. Ji Xinyao remembered it, but couldn't remember it.
However, Ji Xinyao didn't think much about it. After all, in her understanding, Song Zilian was also a member of the Quick Travel Bureau, so it was not surprising that he knew the fonts of other times.
"Have you finished writing? After you finish writing, lie down and I will give you moxibustion."
When Song Zilian was lying down, Ji Xinyao checked the moxibustion tools prepared by the Song family servants. They were much more complete than she had imagined.
"Song Zilian, how is your endurance? Can you bear the pain?"
Song Zilian lay on the bed, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, white and tender.
"I just watched a video online. Isn't it just smoked with mugwort strips? Will it hurt?"
"That one doesn't have much effect. If you're afraid of pain, just use this one. Although it doesn't have much therapeutic effect, it's still good for smoothing the flow."
Song Zilian immediately sat up again and took out his mobile phone, "I'll check it. You need to rest first."
He quickly searched Baidu and found out that there are several types of moxibustion.
"You'll be very tired if you're just like Xunxun, right?"
He saw that the introduction said it was time-consuming and laborious.
"It will be a little more tiring than other methods."
"Then I can bear it." After he said that, he lay back down as if he had sacrificed himself heroically, his expression extremely determined.
Ji Xinyao sat beside the bed and prepared tools.
Song Zilian looked at her, thought for a while and asked, "Then can you take care of me until the blisters heal? I don't know how to deal with it myself."
It seems that Song Zilian has indeed checked it carefully. He is referring to suppurative moxibustion, which uses moxibustion sticks to directly burn the skin. After the moxibustion, pus will form and scabs will form.
Ji Xinyao pulled off Song Zilian's pajamas and deliberately touched his abdominal muscles.
"Your skin is so white and tender, I don't want to burn it."
Then, she took out the silver needles used for acupuncture.
"This is called warm acupuncture. First acupuncture and then moxibustion, it's comparable to cauldron. It depends on whether you can bear it or not."
In fact, Ji Xinyao rarely uses this kind of acupuncture. Unless a dying person comes to her to try her luck, she will easily avoid using it.
Ji Xinyao did not deliberately want to torture Song Zilian. His lupus erythematosus is indeed a terminal illness according to the current level of development of Western medicine. It is an immune system disease, so she also hopes to use traditional Chinese medicine to help him repair his immune system.
Song Zilian nodded, and casually took the Luban lock that he had just put aside, wanting to disassemble it and change his focus.
After the silver needle was applied, he didn't feel any pain, only some swelling. Ji Xinyao placed a moxa ball at the end of the needle, and Song Zilian felt discomfort and frowned.
It was like a burning steel needle piercing his body.