He Fengqiao snorted coldly, "Then don't you hate them?"

Cosine smiled and said in a calm tone, "Without love, where does hate come from? I've never seen them before, why should I hate them?"

"You can think about it."

He Fengqiao wanted to say something else, but a sharper pain suddenly came from the knee joint of his right leg. He clenched the armrest of the seat violently, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and with the sound of lightning and thunder, the entire sky seemed to be torn apart.

"Mr. He, wait here for a while. I remember that there seems to be moxa sticks in the guestroom department. I'll go and borrow them from them."

The villa they live in is some distance from the housekeeping department of the resort, and they need to walk there. Cosine found the umbrella, glanced at the rainstorm outside the window, gritted his teeth, held the umbrella, and walked into the rainstorm.

"Don't..."

He Fengqiao clenched the armrest of the seat, looking at the figure that disappeared in the rainstorm, a trace of unbearable flashed in his eyes.

Before reaching the guest room, Cosine was soaked all over. Fortunately, he borrowed a pack of moxa sticks and a moxibustion bucket from the room manager. He wrapped the items in a plastic bag, put them in his arms, and walked quickly to the villa.

When he got to the living room, he found that Lan Qi had also come down. He was wrapped in a blanket and huddled on the sofa a little scared.

Seeing Cosine walk in soaked, Lan Qi was a little surprised.

"Mr. Yu, it's raining so hard, what are you doing out?"

"I'm going to borrow moxa sticks. You first help Mr. He to the sofa and cover his legs with blankets."

Being reminded by Cosine, Lan Qicai realized that He Fengqiao's expression was not quite right. The man frowned, his handsome face bloodless, as if he was enduring some pain.

"Mr. He, do you have rheumatism? My grandmother has this problem. When it rains, her joints hurt." Lan Qi stood up to help him, gossiping in his mouth.

"It's not rheumatism..." He Fengqiao replied weakly, and didn't bother to say it again.

Cosine didn't care about his soaked clothes, he wiped his face with a towel and took out the moxa sticks and moxibustion tube from the plastic bag first.

"Mr. Yu, do you still practice moxibustion?" Lan Qi looked at his very professional movements and felt a little strange.

"I know a little bit, and I have been with an old Chinese medicine doctor."

"Mr. He, it may be a little hot during moxibustion later, please bear with me, and let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

He Fengqiao grabbed the blanket under him and glanced at Cosine feebly.

"Whatever you do, I can still stand the heat."

Cosine asked Lan Qi to help and lift He Fengqiao's trouser legs. Fortunately, the other party was wearing loose slacks, so it wasn't too hard.

He Fengqiao's right leg is thinner than his left leg, and there are still scars from the car accident. Lan Qi couldn't bear to look at the scar, and after rolling up his trouser legs, he quickly lowered his head.

"Mr. Yu, it's alright."

Cosine ignited the moxa stick and put it into the moxibustion tube. He first massaged He Fengqiao's calf and knee, and when the skin under his palm was slightly warm, he carefully placed the moxibustion tube over his knee and moved it back and forth.

The burning heat of the moxa sticks entered He Fengqiao's skin little by little. In the fragrance of mugwort leaves, he felt that the sore and cold joints seemed to be much warmer, and the severe pain from the depths of the bone marrow also eased.

"Mr. He, do you feel better?"

Cosine squatted beside him, holding a moxibustion tube, sweating profusely.

He Fengqiao's eyelashes trembled, "It's better... Today, thank you."

"This one is about to burn out, so I'll replace it with another one."

Cosine threw the burnt moxa sticks into the ashtray and covered He Fengqiao's legs with a blanket. Just as he was about to get up, he found three figures at the door of the villa.

"Mr. Yu, when did you have such a good relationship with Mr. He?" Shang Zhou put down his umbrella and walked in with a smile.

"Cosine, why are you wet, have you been in the rain?" Kong Mingyu asked with concern.

Among the three, only Shen Mang said nothing. He looked at Cosine's hand on He Fengqiao's knee, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, "Mr. He, what's wrong with you? Are your legs uncomfortable?"

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Chapter 44

He Fengqiao met Shen Mang's gaze, and he hooked the corner of his mouth, "It's a little uncomfortable, but it's nothing serious."

Shen Mang walked to Cosine and touched the hem of his soaked clothes.

"Did you get wet just now? Your clothes are so wet. Go upstairs and change them first."

Cosine glanced at He Fengqiao worriedly, with an embarrassed expression, "But...my moxibustion is not finished yet."

"I'll do the rest, I've also learned a little moxibustion before." Kong Mingyu strode forward and took the moxa stick in Cosine's hand.

"Although I am a psychiatrist, I also know a little bit about orthopedics. Mr. He should be uncomfortable with damaged joints because of the weather. Taking western medicine may not be effective, but traditional Chinese medicine and moxibustion will be useful."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mingyu."

Cosine smiled gratefully at him.

At this moment, He Fengqiao's cell phone on the coffee table suddenly rang. When he saw the call, his face darkened slightly, and he answered the phone not very willingly.

"Mom, I'm fine..."

He Fengqiao glanced at Cosine and lowered his voice, "He's not what you imagined. How is it? I'll explain it to you when I go back."

Cosine didn't have the habit of listening to others on the phone. He went back to his room, took a shower and changed his clothes.

While blowing my hair, there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw that Shen Mang was standing in the corridor.

He held a bowl of steaming ginger soup in his hand, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Mr. Yu, I heard Lan Qi say that you went out in a heavy rainstorm before, so you got wet. I just cooked some ginger soup, you can drink some to dispel the cold, so as not to catch a cold."