"That's right. You absolutely can't go!" Mi Hong hurriedly tried to stop him.
"Oh? Is there so kind of danger there?" Jiang Xinghai asked with a knowing smile, watching the expressions on the two won change.
The news of his fight tonight with Wanyan Xiong, the Mountain Opening Tiger, had already spread.
'It seems Wanyan Xiong is full of confidence for this fight!'
"If you really want to go, it's not out of the question. But only on the condition that you can heal my finger. If you can, I'll find a spot for you and take you to witness a grand Martial Arts spectacle," Ye Zhiqiu said, her expression growing even more solemn.
"A Martial Arts spectacle?" Jiang Xinghai smiled again.
"That's right. Tonight, two great masters will engage in a life-and-death battle on the summit of Luolin Mountain." Ye Zhiqiu's expression remained grave, as did Mi Hong's.
Jiang Xinghai took a bite of braised pork and said with a faint smile, "Then I'll just have to shoo them away. They can't get in the way of my stargazing."
"You..."
"This guy..."
Ye Zhiqiu and Mi Hong were both speechless.
He wasn't taking two Martial Arts masters seriously?
And he was shalessly boasting about shooing them away?
"Well, that makes sense. Divine Doctor Jiang's dical skills are a civil art, so it's normal for him not to have a thorough understanding of Martial Arts masters," Ye Zhiqiu said with a relieved smile.
Mi Hong smiled as well. "That's right. You're devoted to dicine, so it's understandable if you don't grasp the aning of Martial Arts. But you still can't be dismissive of its masters."
"So, why don't you take along to see?" Jiang Xinghai grinned.
"I can certainly take you to see for yourself, but my finger..." Ye Zhiqiu held up her slender, jade-like finger.
Her hands were a rare beauty—elegant and slender, yet also full and fair. Her nails had a soft, pearly luster.
Outwardly, there were no visible symptoms.
"Give your hand," Jiang Xinghai said, holding out his own.
Ye Zhiqiu hesitated for a mont before placing her left hand in his.
Jiang Xinghai took her hand, palm up, and used his fingertips to press and probe her finger a few tis.
"Ow!"
Ye Zhiqiu quickly pulled her hand back.
"It's just neurological tenosynovitis. A very common condition, and quite simple to cure," Jiang Xinghai stated.
"You knew it was neurological tenosynovitis just from a touch?" Ye Zhiqiu stared at Jiang Xinghai, then turned to look at Mi Hong.
Mi Hong shook her head. "I only said your finger was bothering you. I didn't tell him the truth."
"You truly are a Divine Doctor."
Ye Zhiqiu nodded thoughtfully. "I've seen both traditional and Western doctors. dicine, physical therapy—nothing has been able to cure it. They said that unless I give up the piano completely, it would be extrely difficult to heal."
"Playing the piano requires excessive use of the fingers, which is the main cause of tenosynovitis," Jiang Xinghai nodded.
"Is there a secondary cause?" Ye Zhiqiu asked, slightly taken aback.
"Forgive for asking, but in the ti around your monthly period, does the needle-prick pain in your finger get worse?" Jiang Xinghai asked.
Ye Zhiqiu's face flushed slightly, and she nodded in shock. "That's right!"
"So, I believe you also have a condition known as uterine cold." Jiang Xinghai's gaze shifted to Ye Zhiqiu's lower abdon.
Even through her white blouse, he could see the outline of her flat abdon.
Ye Zhiqiu instinctively covered her abdon and lowered her head further.
"Divine Doctor Jiang, you're truly amazing!" Mi Hong exclaid, pleasantly surprised.
That's right!
Ye Zhiqiu really did suffer from a uterine cold.
'Her original plan was to bring up the uterine cold only if Jiang Xinghai could heal Zhiqiu's finger.'
'She never expected Jiang Xinghai to deduce this other hidden ailnt just from the symptoms in Zhiqiu's finger.'
'Such skill was worthy of a reincarnated Divine Doctor!'
"Therefore, to permanently cure the neurological tenosynovitis, we must first cure your uterine cold," Jiang Xinghai said, pulling his hands back and continuing to eat.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced down at Jiang Xinghai, then looked over at Mi Hong.
Mi Hong took the hint. She put a piece of food on Jiang Xinghai's plate and asked, "Divine Doctor Jiang, what steps are needed to treat a uterine cold?"
"Acupuncture and massage."
Jiang Xinghai answered curtly. "For a condition like uterine cold, I have two treatnt thods. The first is a half-month course of gradual treatnt. The second..."
"And the second?" Ye Zhiqiu and Mi Hong asked, almost in unison.
Jiang Xinghai looked at Ye Zhiqiu. "The second thod takes only one night. You just need to find a man with overflowing vital energy and a pure-yang constitution to spend the night with you. It's a permanent solution, treating both the symptoms and the root cause."
"..."
Ye Zhiqiu and Mi Hong were both dumbstruck.
Never mind how hard it would be to find a man with overflowing vital energy and a pure-yang constitution...
...just the idea of spending the night with a man was sothing Ye Zhiqiu would never agree to!
"Divine Doctor Jiang, you're not joking, are you?" Mi Hong asked, breaking the awkward silence.
"Sister Hong, I might joke about other things, but when it cos to treating illness and saving lives, I believe no doctor in the world would ever joke about that, unless they were a complete quack. Wouldn't you agree?" Jiang Xinghai's expression grew serious.
Mi Hong was speechless. She looked at Ye Zhiqiu.
Now, the decision was up to Ye Zhiqiu.
"A man with overflowing vital energy and a pure-yang constitution... that must be hard to find, right?" Ye Zhiqiu said, shaking her head.
"If Miss Ye is open to spending one night with soone, then I can only tell you the truth: I happen to have overflowing vital energy and a pure-yang constitution," Jiang Xinghai said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.
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