Proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine

"Should we take her?" Qin Ze sought his teammates' opinions.

"No way," Li Liang flatly refused.

Liu Ziqiang and Zhao Baliao expressed that they didn't mind.

Qin Ze invited her to join the game, jokingly saying, "Maybe she really is a girl?"

The second game was much easier than the first. After more than half an hour of getting used to each other, the mid-laner was no longer clueless. At the very least, she listened to commands. She seemed to know that Qin Ze was the core of the team. As long as he marked a target, she would obediently listen. If Qin Ze told her to go to the bottom lane, she would happily go to the bottom lane. If he told her to fight the little dragon, she would happily fight the little dragon.

Three consecutive wins.

Qin Ze checked the time. It was 1:30 PM, and he had a professional course at 2:00 PM.

"I'm logging off. Go play by yourself."

"No, don't! I'll be promoted to Silver if I win one more game. Pro, please carry me, mwah!" The other side was acting cute and coquettish.

"No, I have to go to class."

"Hoo hoo hoo, is it really an elementary school student?"

"Change 'little' to 'big'!"

"Which university do you pros attend?"

"Hu City Finance University."

"I'm also in Hu City, yay!"

"Oh."

"Play again next time?" The other side tentatively asked.

Qin Ze replied with an "Mm," exited the game, settled the score, and shut down the computer.

He couldn't afford to let his mind wander during the two professional courses in the afternoon like he did during the public lecture. Even in university, the Old Man kept a close eye on his grades, often saying the cliché: "A young idler, an old beggar."

The Old Man's future was full of despair for Qin Ze...

But Qin Ze's level was limited. After each lecture, he could only understand half of it at most. He wasn't the type of academic genius who could dedicate his spare time to studying. He used to be dragged to the library by Qin Baobao, but after Qin Baobao graduated, he immediately said goodbye to the library.

At 6:00 PM, after finishing today's courses, Qin Ze followed his roommates back to the dormitory, unable to escape the dirty and messy stereotype of a male dormitory. The trash can hadn't been emptied for a week, and it was filled with mysterious paper balls. There were takeaway boxes from yesterday and some unwashed clothes on the table. Fortunately, there was no strange smell in the air.

Qin Ze took off all the bed sheets and blankets that he hadn't slept on for several months, put them in a plastic bag, and prepared to take them home to throw in the washing machine.

The four chatted in the dormitory. Li Liang suggested going to the internet cafe to fight all night, which was unanimously agreed upon. Qin Ze happily agreed. He was addicted to playing games and hadn't played for a while.

"Check the Campus Forum, quick, check the Campus Forum!" Zhao Baliao shouted.

Qin Ze and the others opened the Campus Forum in confusion. A post had been pinned and highlighted, with a very gimmicky title: "A Slap-in-the-Face God Appears, Angrily Slapping School Hunk Zhang Mingyu."

The post detailed the wonderful process of Zhang Mingyu being slapped in the face by an unknown nobody during the Finance Department's public lecture in the morning. The writing was skillful, with ups and downs. It was followed by several photos.

The first photo was of the Russian text selection paragraph projection, the second was of Zhang Mingyu's impassioned recitation, the third was of Qin Ze's back as he scribbled on the blackboard, and the fourth was of Zhang Mingyu's gloomy face.

From morning until now, seven or eight hours, the post already had more than three thousand views and 999+ comments.

"Pictures speak louder than words, I believe it."

"Well done."

"I admire you, bro."

"What the hell? Picking on my idol?"

"Why isn't there a front view? Everyone, let's do a human flesh search on him."

"His back view isn't even that good. How can this kind of guy compare to my idol

Be right back...

Damn, that's a lot of information.

This kid really is hiding a beauty, and he's been pretending to be a single dog among them.

The three roommates swarmed him, one hugging his waist, one hugging his legs, and one turning around to close the door.

"Are you guys crazy? What are you doing?" Qin Ze was dumbfounded.

"You're not being a bro, I knew there was something fishy about you not living on campus for three years."

"Who is she? Holy crap, her voice is so sweet and sexy, I'm ashamed to say I'm hard."

"Confess and be lenient, resist and be severely punished."

"Go, go, go, I don't have time to mess with you guys." Qin Ze shook his body, throwing off the three clingy guys, opened the dormitory door, and slipped out.

He jogged all the way downstairs, then broke into a run.

Qin Baobao has dysmenorrhea, he knows this. When they used to live with their parents, she would be in so much pain during her period that she looked like she was dying. At that time, her Old Mom took care of her, and Qin Ze watched the fun from the side, secretly rejoicing that he wasn't a woman. As she got older, the dysmenorrhea lessened, but she would still have pain occasionally. Qin Ze would run to the supermarket to buy her brown sugar and make her a cup of brown sugar ginger tea with a few dried dates. These were all taught to Qin Ze by Old Mom. Qin Baobao is a moron when it comes to life skills, so he definitely can't count on her to do it herself.

"System, I saw in the Points Shop that I can exchange for medical skills, can it treat dysmenorrhea?"

"Host, please check for yourself."

"Damn it!" Qin Ze cursed, changing from a run to a brisk walk, opened the Points Shop, Life: Medical: Traditional Chinese Medicine...

He frantically looked for a long time, and finally found a prescription for treating female dysmenorrhea, as well as a massage technique. Totaling 80 Points.

"Host, it is recommended that you directly exchange for 'Proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine', which only requires 150 Points. After the exchange, you will automatically learn the massage technique and receive ten basic prescriptions."

With a difference of nearly double the Points, Qin Ze hesitated for a moment, then decisively chose to exchange for "Proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine". Qin Ze didn't need anyone to teach him how to choose between a one-time and a permanent solution.

There are pharmacies everywhere in University City, and there are two hospitals, including a top-tier Grade A hospital, but there are not many stores selling Chinese medicine. This is because there is a Traditional Chinese Medicine college nearby. He took two subway stops, rushed to the Chinese medicine store to collect all the medicinal materials on the prescription, and directly took a taxi on the roadside, arriving at the entrance of the residential area in fifteen minutes.

When Qin Ze opened the door and entered the room, Qin Baobao was curled up on the sofa, not even taking off her high heels, clutching her stomach, her brows tightly furrowed, her face pale, and cold sweat seeping from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

"Why is it hurting again?" Qin Ze closed the door, threw the things in his hand on the sofa, and asked with a frown, "Does it still hurt?"

Qin Baobao looked at him with kitten-like eyes, without the strength to speak, panting and uttering a word: "Hurt~"

"Let's get you to bed first." He grabbed Qin Baobao's silk-stockinged legs, took off her high heels, slipped his hand under her knees, picked her up in his arms, and walked back to the room.

"Ouch, be gentle, do you want to kill your Old Sister with pain?"

When Qin Ze put her on the bed, he used a little too much force, and Qin Baobao almost shed tears from the shock.

Women are such a hassle!

Qin Ze muttered in his heart, reaching out to unbutton Qin Baobao's chest, her 36D was practically bursting out of her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Qin Baobao was taken aback, despite being in so much pain, she still subconsciously covered her chest: "Do you want to take the opportunity to molest your sister? I didn't expect you to be this kind of Qin Ze, sob sob sob..."

"Sob your sister, take your hand away, isn't there still a shirt inside?" Qin Ze slapped her hand away, unbuttoning it one by one. The white little shirt was very form-fitting, and after lying down, it revealed her flat abdomen and navel.

"If your stomach is uncomfortable, why don't you untie your clothes? It's so tight." Qin Ze complained repeatedly, moved to the end of the bed, raised his sister's silk-stockinged legs, and slowly pressed the Sanyinjiao Acupoint, then the Taichong Acupoint on the back of her foot. After three minutes, he switched to the Xuehai and Diji acupoints, repeating this process.

Qin Baobao squinted her charming eyes, "Mmm, ahh" with Qin Ze's pressing movements.

Half an hour later, Qin Ze's fingers were sore, and he was covered in sweat, but he couldn't turn on the air conditioner. "How do you feel?"

Qin Baobao touched her stomach and blinked, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It's just a temporary relief. I'll brew you a bowl of medicine now. You lie down and rest, don't turn on the air conditioner, cover yourself with a blanket, and keep warm."

"Brew medicine?" Qin Baobao was stunned, "Oh right, what was that massage just now? When did you learn this trick? Damn it, if you had used it earlier, I wouldn't have suffered for so many years."

"I learned the massage techniques from watching videos online. I specifically went to a traditional Chinese medicine store to ask an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner to prescribe the medicine. He said it's very effective for treating dysmenorrhea." Qin Ze said unhappily, "Isn't it all because of your old problem? I've been studying it for over half a month."

Qin Baobao sat up, her eyes sparkling, her face beaming, and suddenly pouted, "Good brother, give me a kiss."

"Kiss your big head." Qin Ze turned and walked out of the room, carrying the medicinal herbs into the kitchen, washing them clean, soaking them for ten minutes, boiling them in a soup pot over high heat for fifteen minutes, and simmering them over low heat for ten minutes. A bowl of dark medicinal juice was ready.

"Ugh... it's so bitter." Qin Baobao took a sip and immediately grimaced.

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Qin Ze said a golden sentence that has been passed down through the ages.

Under her younger brother's threatening gaze, Qin Baobao pinched her nose and gulped down the medicinal soup, burping unladylike.