City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 274 - 274 275 Swelling Pain

274: Chapter 275: Swelling Pain 274: Chapter 275: Swelling Pain The family meal was quite lavish, and it was the first time Ye Qiu had experienced such an abundance at a home dinner, even more so than what he and Li Shen, as well as their parents, had at that upscale restaurant.

Tang Shuzhen was very enthusiastic, constantly urging him to help himself to more dishes.

By the time they had eaten their fill, it was already past twelve o’clock noon, and when they came out of the dining room and sat down in the living room, while the nanny continued to make tea, Shen Zhigang and Ye Qiu sat there, continuing to sip tea and chat.

Since before the meal began, Shen Zhigang had realized that despite Ye Qiu’s youth, he was quite knowledgeable, even about fashion design and such.

Shen Yueru naturally didn’t believe it, she assumed that Ye Qiu was just making it up.

Glancing at the time, and with the afternoon coming up on one o’clock, Ye Qiu prepared to leave and head back to Jiangbei No.

3 Middle School.

“Dr.

Ye, are you leaving so soon?”

Shen Xingru asked.

“I don’t want to impose on you all anymore.”

There wasn’t much else for Ye Qiu there; he had come purely on the invitation of Shen Zhigang and his wife for a meal, and after eating and talking for such a long time, he really should be going.

When Shen Zhigang and his wife were thinking of asking Ye Qiu to stay longer for a chat, Shen Xingru blushed slightly and said, “I feel a bit uncomfortable, can you take a look for me?”

“Of course!”

When Shen Zhigang and his wife heard that Shen Xingru was feeling unwell, they worried it might be an after-effect of her injury.

As Shen Xingru led Ye Qiu out of the room towards her own bedroom, Shen Yueru was puzzled.

What kind of illness couldn’t be directly mentioned here?

Ye Qiu followed Shen Xingru to her room, which she had lived in before she got married and sometimes returned to after getting married.

Now that she was divorced, she would be living there permanently.

Once Shen Xingru had shut the door to her room, Ye Qiu, still somewhat perplexed, could already smell the strong scent of milk.

“I’m very uncomfortable here; it often gets engorged and painful.”

Shen Xingru said, pointing at her full bra.

Originally, even before her marriage, Shen Xingru was already a size C, which had grown to a D during her pregnancy.

However, after her child was born, she didn’t breastfeed, opting instead for imported formula from abroad.

She believed that formula was more nutritious, and she wasn’t comfortable breastfeeding in public places.

Unexpectedly, over time, she started to experience engorgement and pain.

Such discomfort was troubling her, and she’d mentioned it to her mother, Tang Shuzhen, who suggested that it might be due to an oversupply of breast milk and that the remedy would be to express it gradually to prevent engorgement.

Shen Xingru wasn’t sure what the cause was and had thought about consulting a doctor at the maternity and child health hospital.

But then her illness with adult respiratory distress syndrome had flared up, resulting in a lengthy hospital stay, followed by her recent mishap.

During her time in the hospital, Ye Qiu had already seen her twice, and Shen Xingru began to regard him as her doctor, so now there wasn’t anything particularly awkward about it.

“Besides the engorgement and pain, do you feel any other discomfort?”

“I don’t think so,” Shen Xingru said.

Normally, these symptoms in a postpartum woman were quite common, even expected after a child has been weaned.

Some women might use a pump to alleviate the discomfort that comes with prolonged engorgement.

As Ye Qiu fixed his gaze on her, for some reason, Shen Xingru once again felt slightly embarrassed.

“You could have your mom help you express some of it.

After most of it is removed, it shouldn’t hurt as much,” Ye Qiu suggested.

“My mom tried helping, but it just comes back after a while.

Is there a one-time treatment for this?”

Shen Xingru was not willing to let this kind of hard-to-conceal swelling pain affect her work.

Moreover, she might have felt even more uncomfortable if it had been during work hours at the company.

“There is.”

Ye Qiu said.

“Then help me quickly!”

Shen Xingru said.

Just after her sister mentioned feeling unwell and took Ye Qiu to her room, Shen Yueru had been somewhat curious, quietly followed them, and when she reached the door and tried to push it open, she discovered it was locked.

Shen Yueru didn’t know what exactly her sister and Ye Qiu were doing inside?

But she had heard that her sister was feeling uncomfortable somewhere.

Could it be that place, so private, that her sister would ask Ye Qiu to treat her?

What if Ye Qiu was a big pervert?

Shen Yueru thought about it and realized that this was her own home.

She knew that Ye Qiu definitely wouldn’t dare to do anything inappropriate, so she continued to eavesdrop at the door.

At that moment, Shen Xingru’s voice came from inside the room, saying, “Then I’ll take off my clothes.”

Shen Yueru, listening at the door, heard everything very clearly.

As she continued to eavesdrop, Shen Xingru had already taken off her top and even unclasped her red bra, setting it aside.

Ye Qiu had seen her twice already while treating her, and now this was the third time; his expression remained quite normal.

But for some reason, Shen Xingru seemed to have a blush on her face?

Is he treating me?

Shen Xingru took deep breaths to calm herself down, but Ye Qiu noticed that without the constraint of a bra, Shen Xingru’s chest appeared even fuller.

Ye Qiu found a washbasin in the room, the same one used for Zhang Zhizhi to wash his face, and now Ye Qiu had a use for it.

“Then you can start.”

Shen Xingru closed her eyes, looking even more embarrassed as she said.

Shen Yueru, eavesdropping by the door, felt even more curious about how exactly Ye Qiu was treating her sister and what kind of illness it was?

However, since she couldn’t open the room’s door and it didn’t seem appropriate to call out for it to be opened, she stayed put.

When Ye Qiu began to help Shen Xingru with expressing milk, as soon as his hand touched her, Shen Xingru let out a peculiar sound.

Ye Qiu stopped, and Shen Xingru continued, “It’s okay, keep going.”

Perhaps because it had built up for too long, Ye Qiu squeezed for a long time before fully expressing the excess milk, and there was about one-third of a basin of breastmilk in the washbasin.

Now, Ye Qiu could smell the milk on his hands, which he didn’t find particularly pleasant.

Of course, it wasn’t terribly unpleasant either.

Seeing how Ye Qiu looked, Shen Xingru felt somewhat embarrassed to ask, “Does it smell bad?”

“No, it’s just a bit strong.”

“What’s next?”

Shen Xingru asked.

“Just close your eyes.”

After Shen Xingru closed her eyes, Ye Qiu did not touch her there again.

Instead, he placed his hands over her chest, and after about five minutes, Ye Qiu said, “It’s done.”

When Shen Xingru opened her eyes, she saw that her chest had reduced significantly, possibly from a D to a C.

“Unless you have another child, there won’t be an issue anymore.”