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Chapter 828 - Chapter 828 828 Softness with firmness within

Chapter 828: [828] Softness with firmness within Chapter 828: [828] Softness with firmness within Huang Zhilei, biting into his meat bun, glanced at the two people and had a sudden inspiration. He decided to give Senior Cao a suggestion and said to their junior sister, “Senior Cao’s deltoid muscles are very firm. If you don’t believe me, feel them for yourself.”

Matchmakers always need to add a catalyst at the right moment.

Cao Yong gave his junior brother a look: Don’t be as foolish as Senior Zhu.

Xie Wanying, already concerned, took the opportunity provided by Senior Brother Huang’s words and quickly stood up. She reached out and felt Cao Yong’s shoulder muscles through his clothing.

As the junior sister’s hand gently caressed his shoulder, Cao Yong was reminded of what He Xiangyu and the others had said: “The hands of our junior sister are the gentlest in the world.” Even the girls had prized the gentleness of her touch, and indeed, her hands were so soft that the bones within his flesh seemed to soften.

“I’ll give you a massage, Senior Cao.” Seeing her senior brother temporarily quiet, Xie Wanying took the chance to volunteer eagerly, “I’ve massaged my mom and grandpa before, and I have pretty good techniques.”

Before Cao Yong could turn around to decline, her two hands began kneading his shoulders.

Adjusting his glasses, Huang Zhilei viewed her movements with a doctor’s eye: The little junior sister’s massage technique had a certain professional level reminiscent of an experienced orthopedist’s skill, not just empty self-praise like Old Wang selling melons.

At first, he thought her hands were merely soft, but then he noticed that her softness was accompanied by strength. As Cao Yong felt her touch, he also evaluated it from a somewhat professional perspective.

The office door creaked open as someone barged in without knocking. Zhu Huicang, upon seeing the scene before him, let out an “Ah” just like a little husband’s shriek.

Cao Yong turned around and shot Zhu Huicang an annoyed glance: What are you up to now?

There’s progress, she’s giving you a massage. Zhu Huicang returned the look with a gaze that urged him to continue making the most of the situation.

“Senior Zhu has arrived,” Xie Wanying greeted the newly arrived senior.

“Yes, keep massaging him well, help him loosen up his muscles and bones.” Zhu Huicang encouraged her to press on.

At this point, Cao Yong felt like rolling his eyes at these people one by one.

“I’m okay, you go ahead and eat,” Cao Yong told her to rest her hands and finish her breakfast.

Such a thoughtful old classmate. Zhu Huicang sat beside him with a smile.

Xie Wanying continued eating her breakfast but didn’t forget to tell Senior Cao, “You should apply some cold compress first. Later, I’ll find you a hot water bottle and some medicated liquor to rub on.”

If there’s a muscle strain that’s resulted in bruising and swelling, early-stage application of cold compresses followed by heat compresses later on can be helpful, along with some topical medications and massage.

“No need,” Cao Yong declined, reassuring her, “There’s no swelling or bruising.”

“But an internal injury definitely isn’t comfortable. I’ll bring them so you can use them when it’s convenient,” Xie Wanying insisted, eager to provide something for Senior Cao, otherwise she simply wouldn’t feel at ease.

“The lady’s worried about you, just accept it,” Zhu Huicang prodded his never-been-in-love old classmate to seize the opportunity for a deeper interaction.

Thump thump, someone else arrived–it was Senior He from Hepatobiliary Surgery, coming to check on her on behalf of everyone.

“Where’s Senior Tao?” asked Xie Wanying.

“Teacher Tao went to the ICU first to see patients; he’s planning to come and check on you in a bit,” informed He Guangyou.

With this incident, Tao Zhijie was facing even greater responsibilities. Climbing ranks as a doctor may seem glamorous, but in reality, the burden only becomes heavier.

After breakfast, a group of them headed down to the ICU.

She had never entered before; this was the first time she had set foot inside the ICU–changing shoes was required just like entering an operating room. Her childhood friend was arranged in the innermost bed, where it was relatively quiet. The patients in the ICU were mostly lying there with machines like ventilators sustaining their lives.