The Stunning Counselor Was About to Faint? The Heat in His Palm Was a Little Scorching!

By the time they finished their grilled fish, night had fully fallen.

Lin Bei and Ruan Qingwu walked side by side along the tree-lined path back to the girls' dormitory.

Fatty Wang and the others knew how to read the room. They had made excuses and slipped away after dinner, leaving the two of them some space.

The breeze at the turn of summer into autumn carried a touch of dry heat, rustling the leaves.

Ruan Qingwu kept her head down, idly kicking small stones along the roadside.

"Lin Bei." She suddenly stopped and looked up at him.

The streetlight shone on her fair face, making the slight furrow in her brows clearly visible.

"What's wrong? Didn't get enough grilled fish?" Lin Bei stopped, his hands in his pockets, and looked at her languidly.

"Be serious." Ruan Qingwu bit her lower lip. "What happened with Zhang Liang crashing into you today definitely wasn't an accident. He's a sports student. How could he fall that far on flat ground while standing at attention?"

She moved half a step closer and lowered her voice.

"I thought it over carefully just now. Zhang Liang was always trailing after Zhou Zihao before. You humiliated Zhou Zihao yesterday, and today Zhang Liang took a dirty shot at you. Zhou Zihao must have put him up to it."

The more Ruan Qingwu spoke, the more worried she became.

"Zhou Zihao's family has money and influence, and he knows plenty of people outside school. An open spear is easy to dodge, but a hidden arrow is hard to guard against. What if he gets people to corner you off campus?"

Seeing his childhood sweetheart so nervous, Lin Bei felt an inexplicable warmth inside.

He reached out and unceremoniously ruffled Ruan Qingwu's unbelievably silky hair, thoroughly messing up her hairstyle.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Ruan Qingwu swatted his hand away with an indignant little cry and hurried to straighten her hair, two blushes rising on her cheeks.

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up." Lin Bei withdrew his hand, flicking her smooth forehead as he did. "What's a little girl like you worrying so much for? You'll get wrinkles."

"You're the one who'll get wrinkles!" Ruan Qingwu covered her forehead and glared at him.

"All right." Lin Bei put away his flippant smile. "I don't take someone like Zhou Zihao seriously at all. If he dares come looking for trouble, I guarantee he'll end up worse off than yesterday. Just focus on your military training and stop overthinking."

Looking into Lin Bei's clear, assured eyes, Ruan Qingwu felt the anxiety in her heart miraculously disperse.

It had been this way ever since they were little. As long as Lin Bei said everything was fine, it would definitely be fine.

"Then be careful." Ruan Qingwu murmured the words before turning and running through the entrance to the girls' dormitory.

Once she reached the steps, she turned back and waved. "Go to bed early when you get back! Don't stay up gaming!"

"Such a nag." Lin Bei waved, watching her disappear around the bend in the stairs before turning toward the boys' dormitory.

The campus was quiet at night.

Lin Bei ambled along the path beside Weiming Lake.

Zhou Zihao wasn't on his mind. He was busy taking stock of everything the system had given him.

The god-level lottery obtained with ten million sensation points really did deliver.

He had already experienced the effects of the Marrow Cleansing Pill. It had completely remade his body, shedding the old flesh and changing his bones.

Now ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones still lay in his system space, along with the inheritances of the Taiyi Divine Needle and Heavenly Sound Zither Heart.

Qi Refining First Layer Perfection. I just need an opportunity to break through to the second layer. I'll take out the spirit stones tonight and test the waters.

Lin Bei made his calculations as he walked.

The Taiyi Divine Needle didn't require actual golden needles. It relied entirely on condensed spiritual power.

It demanded extremely precise control of his spiritual power.

As he was thinking, something happened.

A sudden clamor of alarmed cries came from beneath the wisteria-covered walkway several dozen meters ahead.

"Hey! Teacher! What's wrong?"

"Quick! Call the campus hospital!"

"Don't touch her! If it's a heart attack, moving her could kill her!"

Lin Bei raised a brow and quickened his pace.

Seven or eight students, both boys and girls, had gathered beneath the wisteria-covered walkway.

In the dim streetlight, Lin Bei immediately spotted the woman collapsed on the bench.

A white silk blouse and a black, hip-hugging skirt.

It was Shen Ruoxi.

She was curled up on the bench in agony, both hands pressed tightly against her lower abdomen, her knuckles bluish-white from the force.

Her striking, elegant face was now as pale as paper, without a trace of color.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking the loose strands at her temples and plastering them to her cheeks.

"It hurts... it hurts so much..."

Shen Ruoxi bit her bloodless lips, weak cries of pain escaping her throat.

The pain was like countless icy knives wildly twisting and cutting inside her belly.

Her period had started today, and she had spent the entire day making rounds on the training ground under the sun. With the alternating heat and cold, the pathogenic cold inside her had erupted completely.

She had barely reached this spot when her vision went black and she collapsed straight onto the bench.

The surrounding students were frantic, but none dared step forward.

These days, when someone fainted, who would dare casually lend a hand without professional first-aid knowledge?

"I can't get through to the campus hospital! The line's busy!" A girl wearing glasses was so anxious she was nearly crying.

"Why don't we carry her to the main gate and get a taxi?"

"We can't carry her! What if it's a sudden brain hemorrhage?"

Just as everyone was talking over one another, at a complete loss, a voice rang out.

"Move aside."

A cool, level voice came from outside the crowd.

Everyone turned to see a boy in camouflage striding toward them.

Ignoring the looks from the people around him, Lin Bei went straight to the bench.

He looked down at Shen Ruoxi.

Her condition was far more serious now than when he had seen her yesterday.

The pathogenic cold had completely blocked her qi and blood, and her meridians were clogged to the extreme.

If the pain continued like this, she might go into shock.

"Don't move her! We've already called an ambulance!" The girl in glasses hurriedly tried to stop him.

Lin Bei ignored her and knelt on one knee beside the bench.

"Teacher Shen." Lin Bei leaned closer, his voice steady.

Shen Ruoxi struggled to open her eyes and made out Lin Bei's face through her blurred vision.

It was the freshman who had said she had uterine cold and exhaustion.

"Lin... Lin Bei..." Shen Ruoxi's breath was as faint as a thread. The pain kept her from even getting out a complete sentence.

"Don't speak." Lin Bei's tone brooked no argument.

He extended his right hand, palm facing down.

Unseen by anyone, the spiritual power in his dantian instantly surged through his meridians toward his right hand.

The Taiyi Divine Needle inheritance began working automatically in his mind.

His spiritual power transformed into countless invisible qi needles, fine as gossamer, gathering in his palm.

The next second, he moved.

Without any hesitation over propriety, Lin Bei placed his palm directly over Shen Ruoxi's lower abdomen.

The surrounding students all sucked in a sharp breath.

What the hell was he doing?! Taking advantage of her helplessness to cop a feel?

"Hey, what are you doing! Where are you putting your hand!" A boy immediately moved to pull Lin Bei away.

"Stand back!" Lin Bei barked coldly without even turning his head.

A faint vibration of spiritual power threaded through his voice, forcing the boy to stop dead in his tracks.

Lin Bei had no time to care what anyone else thought.

The spiritual power gathered in his palm instantly penetrated her clothing and reached her Shenque acupoint.

Shenque was the navel.

It was a vital acupoint on the body's Conception Vessel, as well as the key to treating uterine cold and blockages of qi and blood.

"Ngh-"

A muffled groan suddenly escaped Shen Ruoxi's throat.

Her consciousness was already blurred by pain. She only felt someone holding her, followed by a large hand pressing against her lower abdomen.

She wanted to struggle, to push away this outrageously bold fellow.

But then, in the next second, something happened.

An indescribable current of heat suddenly poured out of that palm.

Unlike the surface warmth of a heat patch, this current burrowed directly into her body.

It was like suddenly drinking a bowl of piping-hot ginger soup in the depths of winter.

The heat spread rapidly from her lower abdomen through every limb and bone.

The cold that had been clogged together melted instantly, like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun.

Miraculously, the twisting pain began to recede.

Her taut muscles slowly relaxed, and Shen Ruoxi even let out an involuntary, barely audible moan.

So comfortable.

Far too comfortable.

For more than half a year, her body had never felt this light and clear.

After about half a minute, more than half of that heart-piercing pain had subsided.

Shen Ruoxi weakly opened her eyes.

Her vision gradually focused.

What came into view was Lin Bei's sharply defined profile.

The streetlight shone down on his head, gilding his whole figure with a soft halo of warm light.

His head was lowered as he stared intently at her lower abdomen, his eyes so clear there wasn't a trace of any improper thought.

It was him?

The freshman who had seen through her uterine cold at a glance in the dormitory that morning.

Shen Ruoxi froze.