"Turns out you really know medicine—traditional Chinese medicine?"
Sister Qing looked rather surprised as Ji Ran felt her pulse. The young girl looked quite young, but the way she took a pulse seemed remarkably professional.
What was even more amazing was that Ji Ran could actually describe some of her symptoms.
The two of them were currently in the pantry of the exhibition hall's banquet room.
Although the banquet hall had been temporarily sealed off and the guests could only leave after registering and giving statements, the police officers maintaining order did not dare make things difficult for Sister Qing when they saw how pale she was. They arranged a place for her to rest temporarily—after all, she was still inside the venue.
"It's hereditary." Ji Ran answered simply, then frowned. "There's nothing seriously wrong with you. You're mainly overworked and need some rest... I'll prescribe two doses of medicine for you to replenish your qi and blood and restore your energy. They aren't expensive herbs; any ordinary pharmacy should have them."
"Then thank you." Sister Qing smiled. "I'm actually much better now. I'm just a little dizzy. I should be fine after resting a bit longer."
After a brief hesitation, Ji Ran went behind Sister Qing. "I'll massage your acupoints."
After the massage began, Sister Qing immediately felt much better. She could not help asking in surprise, "I occasionally go to people for acupoint massages, but none of them have techniques as good as yours. Is that hereditary too? Does your family run a traditional medicine clinic?"
"No." Ji Ran gently shook her head and said no more.
Before she knew it, Sister Qing had fallen asleep. Ji Ran gently supported her and let her lie facedown on the table. After thinking for a moment, she took out the