Having spent a week in the rural areas, busy every day, I also had to contend with sleeping on a hard wooden bed each night, covered only by a thin layer of bedding—barely different from sleeping directly on the wood.
After several days, aches in my back and shoulders followed one after another.
Really, I felt as if my entire body was going to stiffen up.
I had barely returned today and hadn’t even had a chance to rest when I was called to cover an afternoon shift, seeing so many patients that even drinking water was a struggle.
I really couldn’t take it anymore, which is why I ended up asking Jiang Ye for a massage.
The man stepped forward and sat down with a natural ease:
"Turn a bit more to the side."
As soon as he began to knead, Lu Jing cried out in pain from the very first squeeze.
"Ah! Lighter, lighter!"
I sincerely didn’t want to continue the massage.
But the man wasn’t going to listen to the woman’s opinion, insisting the massage had to go on until the knots were worked out, otherwise, it might develop into a chronic issue, with pain flaring up with every change in weather.
So, to avoid future troubles, a short-term pain was preferable to a long-term ache. It was good to bear with it now.
"If it flows, it doesn’t hurt; if it hurts, it doesn’t flow. Such a simple principle, Doctor Lu shouldn’t need reminding, right?"
Traditional Chinese medicine did indeed have this saying, and there was no refuting it.
"Cough, but can you be gentler? It really hurts, I can’t handle it."
He agreed verbally, but did his hands actually ease up?
It was still the same!
After that, the house was constantly filled with cries of pain.
Fortunately, the soundproofing was decent, so the noise didn’t spill out; otherwise, it would have misled everyone.
But after the intense massage, as painful as it was, the pain gave way to a feeling as if I had been reborn, with my whole body feeling much lighter.
I had to admit, someone’s massage skills were truly better than those of many professionals out there.
Lu Jing slumped on the couch while the man took the initiative to enter the kitchen since it was about time to start preparing dinner.
While Jiang Ye was busy in the kitchen, Lu Jing also received a call from Jiang’s mother.
"Jingjing, are you back?"
"Yes, I got back this morning."
"Was it very tough? Have Aye take good care of you and help you recover!"
The relationship between a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law being this good is a rarity in the world.
Lu Jing quickly said:
"Aunt Su, I’m fine. Jiang Ye has been taking good care of me. He’s even in the kitchen making dinner for me right now."
On the phone, Jiang’s mother almost thought she had heard it wrong:
"Jingjing, did you say Aye is there? Cooking in the kitchen?"
For Lu Jing, this was nothing out of the ordinary.
But for the Jiang family, it was shocking news!
Jiang Ye, this guy, had never once in thirty years made a meal for his family.
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If Lu Jing hadn’t mentioned it, she would still be in the dark.
"Really, Aunt Su, Jiang Ye is actually quite good at cooking. Have him cook for you next time."
"Alright, as a mother, I’ve never tasted a meal cooked by my son, how absurd is that? Jingjing, you must talk to him."
Otherwise, Jiang’s mother was worried her son would be difficult.
But if his wife were to speak up, he wouldn’t dare not to comply, would he?
It had to be said, only a mother knows her son’s true nature.
"I will talk to him."
"Good, let’s agree on that."