Otherwise, the cold cream will directly contact the skin, stimulating muscle contraction and failing to achieve the desired massage effect.
This is the knowledge that the [ Medical Module ] brought him.
Su Wei only reached out his hand when his palms became hot and even a little red.
A hot palm suddenly covered the slightly cool ankle.
"Ugh!"
Emily's toes curled up slightly.
"Bear with it, it will hurt a little at first." Su Wei didn't look up, his voice low and steady.
At this moment, his attention was highly focused.
With the help of the [ Medical Module ], he could almost feel the stiff ligaments through his skin.
His thumb precisely pressed on the ligament adhesion point below the medial malleolus.
Exert force.
move.
This is a deep massage with force, a hard-line technique similar to bone setting.
Having promised Dr. Hansen to help her recover, Su Wei would treat it as a task to be completed.
To prevent tissue adhesion, it is necessary to straighten out those muscle fibers that have just healed but may be misaligned.
"Pain..."
Emily let out a muffled groan through her nose, trembling slightly.
She gripped the sofa cushions beneath her with both hands so tightly that her knuckles turned blue, and her once rosy lips were bitten until they were white.
It will definitely hurt.
But Su Wei's technique was very steady.
Rough, calloused fingertips glide across delicate skin, each massage precisely avoiding the pain points of the bones while still applying sufficient pressure to the deep tissues.
The medicated oil quickly penetrates the pores under the action of heat and friction.
The flickering firelight from the fireplace outlined the deep lines of Su Wei's profile.
He kept his head down, his expression focused.
But for Emily, it was a completely different experience.
The heat from my ankle traveled upwards along my bloodstream, and the soreness gradually overcame the pain, transforming into a strange, tingling sensation that made my scalp tingle.
The man's palms were strong and rough, and each rub sent a jolt of electricity through them.
She dared not look Su Wei in the eye, and could only turn her gaze to the flickering flames in the fireplace.
The wind was howling outside the window, pounding against the glass and making a whistling sound.
Inside the house, only the sound of their breathing and the crackling of burning firewood could be heard.
This stark contrast made the silence somewhat ambiguous, as if the whole world had shrunk to just the two of them.
"Here," Su Wei pressed his thumb on a key acupoint and gently massaged it, "How does it feel?"
"It's sour... so sour..." Emily's voice trembled slightly, and she spoke very softly.
"That's right." Su Wei's hands didn't stop; instead, he quickened his pace. "Dr. Hansen said this is the key area; ligaments are most prone to stiffness during the recovery period. If you don't want to walk with a limp later, this area must be thoroughly massaged open."
A typical straight man's statement.
These words actually eased Emily's shyness considerably, making her feel more at ease.
He was really taking his treatment very seriously.
Fifteen minutes.
[Successfully performed a foot rehabilitation massage, Medical Experience +12.]
For Su Wei, this was a high-intensity micro-management training session, leaving his wrists slightly sore.
For Emily, it was both torment and a secret pleasure.
Su Wei stopped moving and carefully wiped away the excess oil from her feet with a hot towel.
"Alright." Su Wei stood up, stretched his stiff back, and his joints made a soft cracking sound.
"Don't rush to get out of bed, let the medicine take a little longer to be absorbed."
Emily looked at her ankle, which was red and hot from being rubbed, and tried to rotate it.
That awkward, stagnant feeling miraculously disappeared, replaced by a warm and relaxed feeling.
"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes sparkling.
Su Wei waved his hand and tightened the cap on the ointment. "You're welcome. Consider it payment for the snowmobile rental."
He neatly packed up the first-aid kit and put it back on the cabinet, his movements swift and efficient. "I'm going upstairs to make the bed."
After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to go up the stairs.
The old wooden stairs creaked rhythmically under his feet.
There are two rooms on the second floor.
The master bedroom is spacious and well-lit; it used to be where my parents lived.
The other room served as his bedroom and storage room. Although it was habitable, the single bed was by the window, which made it a bit drafty in this weather.
Su Wei entered the master bedroom.
He deftly rolled up his old bedding and carried it to the guest room.
Then, I found a brand new pure cotton four-piece bedding set at the very back of the closet.
This was stored away previously and never used. When unfolded, it still had a faint smell of mothballs and desiccant.
Make the bed with sheets, put on the duvet cover, and fluff up the pillows.
The movements were performed in one smooth motion.
Su Wei checked the window seals and then turned the heating valve on full blast.
I reached out and tried it; heat quickly rose up.
Inside this wooden house, which has the [ Homestead Shelter ] effect, any cold seems to be kept out by an invisible barrier.
Physical recovery speed increased by 20%, mental fatigue elimination speed increased by 20%, and injury healing speed slightly increased.
It was truly a wonderful place for Emily to recuperate.
But that's not enough.
Su Wei seemed to have thought of something and quickly went downstairs.
Emily was still sitting on the sofa, hugging a large cushion, teasing the Cotton Candy lying on the carpet.
The white fox seemed to really like this human who smelled faintly of medicine; it was rolling over, begging to be petted, completely shameless.
I'm going to the garage.
Su Wei took a heavy reindeer skin coat from behind the door and put it on.
"So late?" Emily looked up, her eyes showing some concern.
"The generator needs refueling. We can't afford to lose power in this snowy weather."
Su Wei opened the wooden door.
The wind and snow rushed in instantly, their roar deafening.
A large chunk of the warm air in the room was instantly swept away, and the Cotton Candy was so frightened that it darted under the sofa, leaving only a section of its fluffy tail sticking out.
Su Wei walked out against the wind and slammed the door shut behind her.
The strong wind, mixed with snowflakes, stung my face.
The snow wasn't heavy, just light snow.
But the wind was too strong.
Su Wei pushed open the small door to the garage and crawled inside.
The air was filled with the familiar smell of engine oil.
The huge diesel generator was roaring.
It is the power source for this wooden house.
Once it stops, the underfloor heating, hot water, lights—all the features of modern civilization—will disappear within two hours, and the cozy little house will become very cold.
Su Wei picked up the spare oil drum in the corner.
Thanks to Old Jack, he had previously purchased ample gasoline and diesel.
Golden diesel fuel was poured into the tank, making a gurgling sound.
As the fuel gauge needle rose back to full, Su Wei felt a sense of security.
As long as there are enough energy reserves, his cabin will be safe enough even if it's the end of the world outside.