Massage

Mo Yu's fingers pressed against Liu Yiyi's left lumbar spine about three centimeters away, where the muscles felt completely different from the surrounding area.

When Mo Yu touched that spot, he instantly sensed that the muscle tissue there was completely different from the surrounding area—stiff, cold, and even carrying a kind of wooden, lifeless stillness.

He couldn't help but complain: "Sister Yiyi, this is not a simple muscle strain. This fascia is so tangled up like a knot. If it is not treated, you may have difficulty even bending over in a few years."

Also, does this area often feel cold, and then become sore and swollen on rainy days?

Mo Yu asked softly as she slowly massaged the area in circles with her fingertips.

Liu Yiyi didn't speak, but Zhao Man spoke up.

"When Yiyi first enrolled, she was a pillar of the modern dance class. Not long after enrolling, she represented the school in a performance. When she did a difficult move, the male partner was not strong enough and could not catch her in time."

Yiyi was slammed heavily to the ground, nearly becoming paralyzed, and ended up like this. The doctor said there was no other treatment for this type of injury besides conservative therapy.

"Is surgery not an option?"

"The surgery is too risky. If it fails, there is a possibility of paralysis. Even if it succeeds, Yiyi will not be able to dance anymore."

"Mo Yu... Don't listen to these weaklings talking nonsense. I don't make a living by dancing. So what if I can't dance anymore?"

"If all else fails, I'll marry you along with Mile. At worst, I'll be the concubine, and you'll get off easy. What do you think, Mile?"

"Pah... Yiyi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Miler blushed instantly on her fair face.

Mo Yu didn't laugh. For someone as proud as Liu Yiyi to say such a thing, it was clear how much she cared about this matter.

Miler half-squatted by the sofa, took Liu Yiyi's hand, and looked up at Mo Yu: "Xiaoyu, do you have a way to help Sister Yiyi relieve her pain? She has to put on a lot of plasters every time she finishes practicing, it's heartbreaking to see."

Mo Yu didn't make any promises or guarantees, only saying, "I'll give it a try."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and began to guide the warm current of his supernatural power, piercing the gaps in the "dead flesh" with the precision of a fine needle.

"It might hurt a little, Sister Yiyi, please don't hold your breath, breathe in rhythm with me."

After saying that, he exerted force suddenly, and his thumb precisely cut into the hard lump.

"Uh..." Liu Yiyi let out a muffled groan, shrinking back like a startled shrimp, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on her forehead.

Bai Xue and Zhao Man watched in terror, barely daring to breathe, afraid that I might accidentally hurt them if I shook my hand.

"Breathe...in...good, keep it up."

Mo Yu could feel that, under the gentle nurturing and strong pressure of the supernatural power, the tangled tendons began to loosen and disperse little by little, like ice and snow melting away.

But he still felt it wasn't enough, so he said to Miler, "Lele... could you bring me that bottle of water from the coffee table?"

Miler stood up and casually handed the light blue bottle of water on the coffee table to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu took the water, unscrewed the cap, filled the bottle, and handed it to Liu Yiyi.

"Here...drink it..."

Liu Yiyi, without suspecting anything, took the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and drank the water inside in one gulp.

After finishing the drink, he smacked his lips and said, "This water is a little sweet... Ouch... Why is it so hot?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a burning sensation rise from her stomach.

"Get down right now!"

With a swift movement of my right hand, I pushed Liu Yiyi, who had just managed to prop herself up, back down onto the sofa.

Before she could speak, I started slapping her with my hands.

As the sounds of slapping continued, accompanied by Liu Yiyi's cries of "Ouch, ouch!", Liu Yiyi felt a warm current flowing from her stomach up her back and then down to her waist.

The originally fiery heat became milder, and Mo Yu began to direct that heat to the stiff lump of flesh on her waist.

At the same time, his supernatural power was like a scalpel, precisely separating the meridians that were originally entangled with dead flesh.

As the "dead flesh" was kneaded open, the previously blocked blood flowed back in, and Liu Yiyi's waist gradually developed a healthy blush.

Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the piercing pain was replaced by a refreshing feeling after the initial tingling.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..."

As I massaged her, Liu Yiyi made a sound that made the three women beside her blush.

She wanted to remind Liu Yiyi, but was afraid of disturbing the treatment, so she could only watch with a blush on her face while secretly cursing her best friend in her heart.

After a long while... when I removed my hand from Liu Yiyi's back, she let out a long breath, her voice a little hoarse, but with an unprecedented sense of relief, "Mo Yu... I feel like that place is on fire, warm and cozy... so comfortable."

Mo Yu let out a long sigh and plopped down on the single sofa next to her, feeling a slight tingling in her fingertips. This feeling of overdrawing her mental energy to guide her supernatural power was even more exhausting than running five thousand meters on the track.

"Sister Yiyi, don't rush to jump around. Slowly stand up while holding onto the sofa."

Although the old injury on your lumbar spine has been massaged and healed, the surrounding muscles and tendons haven't fully adapted yet. Remember to drink plenty of hot water these next few days, avoid getting chilled, and especially avoid taking cold showers... Remember... Remember."

Liu Yiyi slowly propped herself up, her pretty face flushed as if she had just been in a sauna, and her eyes still held a lingering daze.

She tried twisting her waist, increasing the range of motion as she did so, and even performed an extremely smooth backbend on the spot.

"Amazing...absolutely amazing!"

Liu Yiyi exclaimed in delight, her beautiful eyes sparkling: "I've never felt so light in my back before! It feels like I've unloaded dozens of kilograms of sandbags!"

Bai Xue, whose face was still flushed, couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "You little rascal, Yi Yi, you're so carefree."

But look at the noise you just made... If the neighbors heard it, they might call the police.

Zhao Man nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right. With Mo Dacai's skills, I think he could open a bone-setting clinic after graduation, and it would be packed with customers."

Mi Le didn't join in the commotion. She poured a glass of water and carefully held it to Mo Yu's lips.

Mo Yu took a big gulp and felt her cool fingers gently brush against his chin, wiping away the sweat.

"Oh, right..."

Liu Yiyi glanced at the pale blue bottle of water on the coffee table, a strange look flashing in her eyes: "Little Fish... was that the water you gave me to drink just now?"

"Yes." Mo Yu nodded.

"What kind of water is that? Why do I feel warm all over after drinking it?"