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Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Doctor, You Seem Somewhat Incompetent

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Yang Qingyin’s constitution wasn’t very robust. The last time she went sightseeing at the Summer Palace with Luo Ziling, she ultimately struggled to keep up, and it was Luo Ziling who ended up carrying her out. But today, she didn’t show any signs of physical weakness.

An important reason was that the prescription Luo Ziling had provided had taken effect, and, coupled with her excellent mood, she was in a state of excitement throughout. Additionally, Luo Ziling was quite considerate and didn’t rush her to walk for extended periods without rest; they would walk a bit and then pause, and he kept the pace slow. They enjoyed the scenery, snapped some photos. With these intermittent rests, her energy wasn’t greatly depleted, and Yang Qingyin didn’t show any signs of fatigue.

As evening approached, the two of them casually grabbed something to eat inside the scenic area.

After touring the Gengzhitu Scenic Area, they retraced their steps, passing by Yulan Room and Wenchang Pavilion to the Seventeen-Arch Bridge.

At the head of the bridge was a pavilion, said to be the largest existing ancient pavilion in China. There, they took a joint photo, asking someone else to snap it for them. The photo turned out quite well; the handsome man and beautiful woman not only amazed the person who took the picture but also couldn’t help wowing Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin themselves.

“Senior sister, isn’t the guy acting as your foil in this photo handsome?” Luo Ziling couldn’t resist flaunting as he looked at the photo, “Doesn’t it make this blooming flower even more dazzling?”

“It’s dark now, the scenery on the side is unclear, just two ugly big heads,” Although she was quite satisfied with the photo, Yang Qingyin still showed disdain in the face of Luo Ziling’s vanity.

“Hehe,” Luo Ziling chuckled proudly, “Two big heads are not bad either, the background is hazy, it’s quite artistic. Since you don’t like it, I won’t give it to you then.”

The photo had been taken with Luo Ziling’s phone, and after viewing it together with Yang Qingyin, he prepared to put it away.

“You don’t want me to keep that photo too?” Yang Qingyin rolled her eyes at Luo Ziling, “If you don’t want to send it to me, forget it!”

“Let’s send it together when we get back, and you send me the photos you took with your phone too,” Luo Ziling immediately capitulated, saying with a giggle, “I plan to organize an album, exclusively for your photos and our selfies.”

“That’s your business, it has nothing to do with me,” though she said this, the smile in Yang Qingyin’s eyes couldn’t be masked when she spoke.

The pavilion where the two had taken their photo was directly opposite the Seventeen-Arch Bridge, and together with Nanhu Island at the other end of the bridge, they formed a symmetrical layout. The bridge had seventeen arches, hence the name, and boasted five hundred and fifty-eight lions of varying shapes, even more than those on the Lugou Bridge which was famed for its countless lions. By now it was night, but many lights illuminated the pavilion and the bridge, reflecting off the water and creating a captivating scene.

The two didn’t cross the bridge to view the scenery on the other side; it was already late, and they would have to come back another time.

“Let’s go, we’ll get locked in if we stay any longer,” Yang Qingyin showed Luo Ziling the time on her phone, smiling, “We’ll come back next time.”

“Ok!” Luo Ziling naturally agreed, holding Yang Qingyin’s hand as they left the Summer Palace.

“Shall we go have a midnight snack together?” After leaving the Summer Palace, Luo Ziling suggested, “I’m hungry again, shall I treat you to a big meal?”

“Sure,” Yang Qingyin didn’t refuse but playfully asked, “What about the other thing you promised me?”

“While having a midnight snack, let’s find a private room,” Luo Ziling said with a deep and meaningful expression on his face.

Yang Qingyin’s face flushed as she glared at Luo Ziling and said nothing.

After leaving the Summer Palace, it was just eight o’clock in the evening. Yang Qingyin suggested going to a nearby famous Western restaurant for supper, and she would treat.

“Today a certain junior performed well; he deserves a reward. I’ll treat you to a big meal, a Western one, how about that?”

“I’ve never eaten Western food before, what if I make a fool of myself?” Luo Ziling was slightly embarrassed.

“Senior Sister will teach you. If you don’t want to pay tuition, I can accept your flattery,” she offered.

“Then I’ll shamelessly follow Senior Sister’s arrangements!” Luo Ziling agreed with a brazen face.

Following Yang Qingyin to a Western restaurant called “Swallow’s Garden” near the school, they chose a completely private booth.

Yang Qingyin let Luo Ziling decide on the menu. Not knowing much about Western cuisine, Luo Ziling still let Yang Qingyin take the lead. She ordered a fruit salad for herself, a small pizza, and for Luo Ziling, a steak that was ninety percent done, along with a beverage.

While waiting for the meal, Luo Ziling played the doctor’s role, giving Yang Qingyin a check-up.

Checking her complexion and pulse, he used all the basic skills of observation, smelling, questioning, and palpation. Afterwards, Luo Ziling smiled and said, “I was originally thinking of using special techniques for acupoint kneading on you, but now I feel it’s not very necessary. How about I use moxibustion combined with a prescription to help you recover your health?”

“Acupuncture?” Yang Qingyin, who didn’t know much about traditional Chinese medicine, asked with some confusion. “Does it involve needles? I’m really scared of injections!”

“No need,” Luo Ziling explained the difference between needling and moxibustion in acupuncture, “Needle therapy is what most people think of as acupuncture treatment, where needles are inserted into specific acupoints. This method is quite effective, but it requires high proficiency from the practitioner. Of course, this method would yield the fastest relief for your minor ailment, but it’s not really necessary, and also… not very convenient.”

The main reason Luo Ziling did not recommend needle therapy was that it was inconvenient, as some acupoints were situated in or near private areas.

Seeing Luo Ziling blushing and stammering as he spoke, Yang Qingyin probably understood the implications and couldn’t help but smile slyly.

Embarrassed, Luo Ziling smiled and continued, “Moxibustion therapy involves burning mugwort cigars or applying mugwort directly onto the body’s acupoints to administer heat and the medicinal effects for prevention and treatment of diseases. With this, you don’t need me around; you can administer the treatment yourself following my method. I will prepare some moxa patches for you.”

After saying this, he laughed shyly again, “Actually, the effect of acupoint kneading is also quite good. I’ll teach you the kneading technique, and you can try kneading these acupoints yourself, or have your roommate help you. Especially during… that… uncomfortable time, a little kneading is very effective. It might just provide some relief.”

Hearing Luo Ziling’s words, Yang Qingyin looked at him seriously, making Luo Ziling somewhat uneasy.

Just as Luo Ziling looked puzzled, Yang Qingyin burst into laughter, “You’re quite an unqualified doctor!”

Luo Ziling’s face flushed, and his heartbeat quickened, but he didn’t dare to respond to Yang Qingyin’s remark, only chuckling awkwardly a few times.

Soon, their ordered meals arrived.

Before they started eating, Luo Ziling asked the waiter for paper and pen and wrote a prescription for Yang Qingyin.

“With the smog and poor air quality, here’s a health-preserving prescription to clear your lungs.”

Yang Qingyin stretched out her hand to take it, read it carefully, and then put it into her purse. She also joked, “Your handwriting is quite beautiful. I’ll keep your prescription. Who knows, once you become famous, your handwriting could be worth a fortune!”

“The handwriting might not be worth much, but the prescription is valuable!”

That remark made Yang Qingyin’s heart stir.

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