After stripping off his clothes, Zi Azha put his hands on his waistband. Jian Ruonan hurriedly stopped him. "Heir Azha, you don't need to take off your trousers!"
Zi Azha asked, "Aren't you going to needle the acupuncture points on my legs?"
For a problem involving tugging at his balls, the points near his groin should logically have been the most important.
Jian Ruonan said, "Although your problem is in your lower body, as the saying goes, only quacks treat the head when the head aches and the feet when the feet hurt. As a descendant of a miracle physician, I always seek out the root of an illness."
[The Latin-dancing heir's problem is in his brain. Treat his brain, stop him from prancing around so much, and the ball-tugging problem will unravel like a knot beneath a blade!]
Dantai Mo: [The Fifth Miss has such profound medical insights!]
Black Tortoise System: *[...]* There was no need to force the flattery quite that hard!
Zi Azha felt rather disappointed that he could not show off his bulging quadriceps and hamstrings.
Jian Ruonan suddenly regretted agreeing to give Zi Azha acupuncture.
This wretched creature felt filthy even as a practice subject.
But she had already collected the consultation fee, and making her refund it would be like cutting off her flesh.
She would just muddle through it.
After taking off his upper garments, Zi Azha asked, "Fifth Sister, should I lie down now?"
Jian Ruonan said, "No, just stand there. Farther away from me. Yes, that's right, farther still. Go stand by the window."
Zi Azha asked, "How will you perform acupuncture from so far away?"
Jian Ruonan produced a bamboo tube. "This is beyond your understanding, Heir. This is a miracle physician's closely guarded secret technique-flying needles."
Zi Azha: "..."