Zhuang Xian looked at the pair of legs with rapt attention. She was also thinking about the case that she had seen before.
She stretched out her hand and pressed the muscles of Mo Qian's calf with a strange technique. As she pressed, she asked, "Do you feel anything when I press on your leg muscles like this? Do you feel any numbness? Does it hurt?"
Mo Qian was still slightly uncomfortable when Zhuang Xian placed her hand on his leg. This feeling was like a wound that had been covered for many years was suddenly exposed in front of others.
And this person just had to be his most beloved woman. This kind of honesty requires courage, and it should be difficult for people without a solid heart to do it.
Zhuang Xian's palm was warm, and her tone of voice seemed caring.
Mo Qian chuckled as he looked at her and replied gently, "There's no soreness or pain. I feel a little bit of body temperature.
