"Did your hand get hurt before?" Shen Yuzhe grabbed her wrist and looked at it from left to right.
"Yeah, it was injured by someone before." Ye Ranran spoke lightly.
Shen Yuzhe looked at her as if she was crazy: "You really are crazy."
He squeezed it on the left, looked at it on the right, and finally concluded: "It's nothing much, I'll give you acupuncture."
"Can we not do acupuncture?" Can't I just take some medicine, or get an injection? Why acupuncture?
Shen Yuzhe casually looked at her: "Then I can't help you."
She had a pulled muscle, so she needed acupuncture. Of course, normal people wouldn't need this hassle, and would recover with a few days' rest, but her hand already had an old injury.
If it wasn't treated in time, the old injury might recur, and her entire arm would truly become useless.
Shen Yuzhe naturally knew what she did for a living. Without her right hand, what would she do in the future? Learn to use her left? But then, how many years would that take?
