sinovels Chapter 22 We counted to 3, 3...
Chapter 22 We counted to 3, 3...
Shen Zhiwei and her best friend turned their heads at the same time, faced Lin Mo, and began shaking their heads frantically.
Shen Zhiwei didn't dare to shake her head too much, since her chin was still stiff.
Therefore, her head shaking involves keeping her upper body still and only making small left-right swaying movements using her neck.
With her wide-open mouth, she looked like a porcelain doll being blown by the wind.
My best friend's head shaking was much more unrestrained; she shook her head so hard that her hair got all over her face.
"No, no, no!"
My best friend shook her head as she spoke.
"This is truly the first time! It's just that we usually have a good understanding!"
Shen Zhiwei made a "hmm" sound through her nose and nodded in agreement, vouching for her best friend.
Lin Mo tilted his head, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them. He didn't press further, but simply chuckled, his tone teasing.
"With your teamwork, you'd be a shoo-in for first place in a game of Pictionary. You wouldn't even need to draw her; one 'woo' from her and you'd know what she's going to say."
"The referee hadn't even reacted before you finished answering."
The comments section was bursting with laughter again.
"The Pictionary Champion Team"
"It's not a painting anymore, I just know it the moment she cries."
Referee: I haven't called "start" yet.
"I suggest these two participate in variety shows; the entertainment value would be amazing."
"Guess What We've Got: The Name for Our New Variety Show"
"I'm totally shipping these two best friends."
Lin Mo stood up from his chair and walked over to Shen Zhiwei.
He first rolled up the sleeves of his white coat to expose his wrists, then bent down.
He took a closer look at Shen Zhiwei's jawline.
His gaze shifted from teasing to focused attention.
My gaze lingered for two seconds on each side of her temporomandibular joints.
The left joint is slightly swollen, and there are no obvious abnormalities visible on the skin surface, but the range of motion of the two joints is obviously asymmetrical.
He reached out and gently touched the knuckles in front of Shen Zhiwei's earlobe with his fingers.
There is a shallow indentation there, which should not be easily felt under normal circumstances.
But now there is a slight bump in that spot, which is the condyle slipping out of the joint socket.
Shen Zhiwei was touched by him.
Although I didn't cry out in pain.
But she instinctively shrank back, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes.
Lin Mo straightened up, withdrew his hand, and switched his tone from teasing to professional composure.
"Don't worry, I've checked. It's an anterior temporomandibular joint dislocation. It's not a big problem. I'll reposition it for you right away, just once."
"It'll be quick, just bear with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhiwei's already large eyes widened even more.
The white light and shadow of the fluorescent lamp were reflected in his pupils.
She began to shake her head, more vigorously than when she had denied it wasn't a habitual dislocation.
A series of soft, urgent "woo-woo-woo" sounds came from his throat.
His tone rose, as if he were begging for mercy.
Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white.
Her roommate glanced down at her, then looked up, her tone calm and collected: "She said she's afraid of pain."
The comments section instantly softened.
Her eyes were red.
"This girl is so beautiful, I'm softened."
"School doctor, be gentle!"
"Waaaa, she looks so cute when she's afraid of pain."
"It's unfair for pretty girls to act cute."
"Give my roommate, the translator, a bonus!"
"Thank you for your hard work, translator."
Lin Mo took a deep breath and softened his tone to the lowest level, which was how he always did when comforting patients.
Lower your voice, slow down your speech, and keep your tone steady.
"Take a deep breath, it'll be over soon."
Shen Zhiwei blinked pitifully, her eyelashes fluttering twice.
The lips remained in a position that could not be closed.
Another soft, weak "woof woof..." escaped from her throat.
The sound was even softer than before, as if it were making a final struggle.
My roommate dutifully continued translating: "She's still scared."
Lin Mo nodded, then suddenly thought of a solution.
"Okay, here's what you do. Count to three in your head, and I'll do it when you reach three. Be prepared, okay?"
Shen Zhiwei looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
Lin Mo raised both hands, one hand supporting the back of her head.
He placed his palm against the back of her head, his fingers running through her soft hair.
Securely hold her head in place.
With his other hand, he placed his thumb on her lower jaw and the rest of his fingers supporting the lower edge of her jawbone.
His fingers could feel the muscles in her jaw taut with tension.
Like a bowstring stretched to its limit.
"Count with me, three—"
Then he took action.
There is no "two", and there is no "one".
Press your thumb down, pull your wrist outward, and then push it backward and upward.
The movements were fluid and precise, so fast it was like a magician performing a switch right under the audience's noses.
A crisp sound was heard.
That was the sound of the condyle sliding back into the glenoid fossa, like a key being inserted into a lock and turned once.
Shen Zhiwei hadn't even finished counting the "twos".
She froze for a moment, then cautiously and tentatively moved her chin.
The upper and lower jaws can close, the lips can close, and the tongue can control pronunciation.
She raised her hand and touched both sides of her cheeks; her joints were movable, and she could open and close her mouth normally.
The area that had been stiff before loosened, like a lock that had been turned open.
She opened her mouth and uttered a tentative word.
"Ah—wait—I can talk now!"
Her voice was clear and melodious, completely different from her muffled groans just now.
The live chat exploded.
"Holy crap, what happened to the promised three seconds?!"
Lin Mo, you broke your promise!!!
"This is the doctor's classic 'count to three but actually start counting from one' technique."
"All doctors in the world use this method."
"The school doctor is so professional at even comforting people."
"This girl has a really nice voice."
"From whimpering to being able to speak, I'm grateful to Lin Mo for giving her the right to speak."
"Count to three but only one appears, hahahahahaha"
"Doctors will never count to three; counting to two is a sign of respect."
"When I had my tooth pulled last year, the dentist said the same thing, counting to three, but the anesthetic needle went in before the 'three' was even reached."
"How come this girl who was looking so pitiful just now is actually kind of cute?"
Shen Zhiwei realized that she had been "tricked".
She turned and glared at Lin Mo, her eyes still glistening with tears from her earlier fright.
But at this moment, he was more angry and embarrassed after being teased.
She pursed her lips, as if she were about to get angry.
However, since his jaw has just been put back in place, his facial muscles are not yet fully under control.
The gesture of pursing her lips looked more like pouting, and paired with those watery eyes, it had no intimidating power whatsoever.
Lin Mo ignored her angry glare.
He turned around, picked up an alcohol swab, wiped his hands, and spoke in a calm tone as if nothing had happened.
"Okay, try it. Slowly open and close your mouth a few times, be gentle, and don't chew hard. For the next two days, eat liquid or soft foods, don't gnaw on bones, don't eat beef jerky, and don't bite into apples."
"The ligaments around the temporomandibular joint are still loose, and excessive force can easily cause a relapse. After you go back, you can apply a hot towel to both sides of the joint for 15 minutes each time, two to three times a day."
He threw away the alcohol swabs and sat back down in his chair.