Bro, I Got My Period

"Do you think those two were hired by Fu Xinyu?"

Yang Tianzheng was somewhat surprised after hearing Su Ziyang's words.

"It's highly likely. Although he hasn't contacted me for over a week, the coincidence of this whole thing makes me think it was him."

Su Ziyang's analysis was actually correct; Er Biao and the other two were indeed hired by Fu Xinyu.

Did you tell Mengfei?

Yang Tianzheng scratched his head, thinking it would be better to discuss this with someone as sarcastic as Mr. Mengfei.

"I can't get in touch with them! What on earth are they doing?" Su Ziyang had actually wanted to tell his master about this a long time ago, but after making several calls, he couldn't get through to Mr. Mengfei, Daoist Jin, or Fairy Li.

"I don't know what they went to do."

Yang Tianzheng shook his head, seemingly unaware of what the others had gone to do.

Fu Xinyu's plan to ruin Su Ziyang's reputation was essentially a failure.

There are two reasons for his failure. First, Su Ziyang's patient base is limited, with not many unfamiliar patients, so the news of Su Ziyang being the victim of medical malpractice did not spread widely.

Secondly, and most importantly, all of Su Ziyang's current patients are referred by Yu Xiushui, and Su Ziyang's acupuncture effects are immediate, which is obvious to everyone. Even if you tell these people a hundred times that Su Ziyang is a quack, they will not believe you.

Seeing Su Ziyang busy every day, and looking at his own computer which he hadn't turned on for three days, Fu Xinyu began to feel extremely annoyed.

So Fu Xinyu dialed Er Biao's number again, but what Fu Xinyu didn't know was that Er Biao hadn't left the house all day.

"Hey, Brother Fu!"

Er Biao's weak voice came through the phone.

"Biaozi, what's wrong with you! Holy crap, what's with all that noise?"

Fu Xinyu was somewhat surprised to hear Er Biao's weak voice.

"Don't even mention it, Brother Fu. I think I've gotten my period. I'm only drinking brown sugar water now."

Er Biao had nosebleeds for three consecutive days, turning his face pale. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and went to the hospital, trembling. After a series of examinations, he had spent almost all the money he had swindled, and finally got a result: he was only slightly anemic.

Er Biao, dragging his slightly trembling legs, bought a bag of brown sugar and started making it into a drink at home.

"Don't fucking mess with me. What kind of grown man gets periods!" Fu Xinyu thought Er Biao was joking with him, so he said it back.

"Really, Brother Fu. I looked it up online, and people say it's called 'inverted menstruation.' Men can have it too."

Judging from Er Biao's tone, Fu Xinyu realized that Er Biao didn't seem to be joking with him.

Regardless of his medical skills, Fu Xinyu is a graduate of a formal university of traditional Chinese medicine, so he is quite sensitive to certain academic terms.

He didn't think that someone like Er Biao, who hadn't received much education, would bother to Google such a technical term just to joke around with him.

"What's going on?! I was just thinking of sending you some more money."

Fu Xinyu said over the phone.

"Brother Fu, if you're still causing trouble, you should find someone else. My legs have been shaking when I walk these past two days, and my whole body aches."

Er Biao took a sip of brown sugar water and said weakly.

"Does this thing even work?"

Er Biao muttered something to himself, then took another sip of brown sugar water.

"Wait for me. Are you still living in Flower City?"

It was almost time to leave work, so after confirming Er Biao's address, Fu Xinyu took off his white coat and left early.

Meanwhile, Su Ziyang was busy giving acupuncture to an elderly man with neck pain.

After leaving the house, Fu Xinyu drove his Volkswagen CC straight to Er Biao's house.

When Fu Xinyu entered, Er Biao was making brown sugar water.

"Can't you tidy up the house? These socks, the smell!"

Fu Xinyu covered his nose, went to the balcony, and opened the window.

"No, don't open the window. Brother Fu, I'm sensitive to the wind right now; it makes me really cold."

Seeing Er Biao's feigned weakness, Fu Xinyu helplessly closed the window again.

"What's the point of drinking brown sugar water? I'll get you something better; aren't you anemic?"

Fu Xinyu took a small box out of his handbag and handed it to Er Biao.

After Er Biao opened the box, he saw four brownish-red, semi-transparent objects inside.

"What's this, Brother Fu?!"

Er Biao had never seen this before. He picked up two pieces, tapped them together, and smelled them, but found they had no smell.

"Dong'e Ejiao. You seem so ignorant!"

Fu Xinyu gave Er Biao an explanation, feeling annoyed.

Although Er Biao had never seen donkey-hide gelatin before, he had heard of it. As soon as he heard it was Dong'e Ejiao, Er Biao picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

With a loud crack, a piece of Er Biao's front tooth fell out.

"Ouch, that hurts so much!"

Er Biao covered his mouth, holding a whole piece of Dong'e Ejiao in his hand, not daring to let go.

Fu Xinyu was speechless as he looked at Er Biao's broken half-tooth. He hadn't expected Er Biao to be so reckless as to bite him directly.

"Damn, they don't even eat good stuff!"

Fu Xinyu snatched a piece of donkey-hide gelatin from Er Biao's hand and went into the kitchen. Using the back of a cleaver, he managed to chip the whole piece of Dong'e Ejiao into several small pieces, then threw them into a bowl, added some water, and put it on a pot to steam.

This process is called melting, and gelatinous Chinese medicines need to be processed in this way to make them easier to take.

For example, tortoise shell glue, deer antler glue, etc., all need to be melted. Of course, the melting medium is not always water; it can also be rice wine, depending on what effect you want the medicine to have.

"This needs to be steamed!"

Er Biao felt a little embarrassed watching Fu Xinyu busy himself.

"Don't steam it, or your teeth will all break."

Hearing Fu Xinyu make fun of him, Er Biao chuckled and remained silent.

"What happened to you? How did you get like this? You're a 140-pound man from Northeast China, and you've become like this in just three days?"

Fu Xinyu watched as Er Biao started putting on his coat and said something with a hint of helplessness.

"Brother Fu, aren't you a doctor? Can you take a look at me? If it's still like this tomorrow, I'm going to listen to my grandma and go back to the countryside to find a shaman!"

Fu Xinyu was helpless, Er Biao was even more helpless. Because of his severe nosebleed, he had to cancel all the medical dispute cases for today, losing 10,000 yuan, which made Er Biao feel even worse.

"Stick out your tongue and let me see!"

When Fu Xinyu was in college, he was busy dating and skipping classes to go online. In terms of basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, he was not even as good as Su Ziyang when he had just graduated with a master's degree.

So Fu Xinyu could only pretend to examine Er Biao's tongue. Although Fu Xinyu's medical skills were lacking, he still managed to discern some clues from Er Biao's tongue.

He noticed that although Er Biao was drinking water constantly, his tongue was very dry, and there were also some small purplish spots on his tongue.

Fu Xinyu didn't know what a dry tongue meant, but he did know that a purplish-black color indicated blood stasis.

"Oh dear, Biaozi, you have signs of blood stasis! You have blood stasis in your body!"

As soon as Fu Xinyu spoke, Er Biao rolled up his sleeves.

When Er Biao's arm was revealed, Fu Xinyu was startled. Er Biao's arm was covered in a reddish-purple color, covering his entire forearm.

"Got beaten up? Biaozi!"

Fu Xinyu looked at Er Biao's arm in surprise.

"No, Brother Fu. It just happened on its own! I don't know what happened. I went to the hospital, and they gave me a bottle of liniment for sprains and bruises, telling me to just spray it on. It was just a small bruise before, but after spraying it, my whole arm is like this! It's swollen and painful!"

Er Biao is practically a man; despite his arm being injured like that, he can still make himself brown sugar water.

"Brother Fu, I have something to tell you, please don't be offended. Was it you who asked me to get involved with that Su Ziyang? He poisoned me that day, and my hand started looking like this from that day on. If I remember correctly, when I was pretending to slap him, he touched my arm!"

Er Biao isn't stupid at all. Now that his body is inexplicably showing so many symptoms, he's starting to wonder what's wrong when he can't sleep.

"Give me a break, it's obviously taking a pulse, not some martial arts novel, you wouldn't think it's poison!"

Fu Xinyu didn't believe Er Biao's words at all.

"Hey, Brother Fu, I'm not just making this up. I asked around, and this Su Ziyang really does know martial arts. I've read about it in novels; people who practice martial arts know this kind of skill!"

Fu Xinyu looked at Er Biao in surprise, then reached out and touched Er Biao's forehead. "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Hey, Brother Fu. I'm not messing around. I'm going back to my grandma's tomorrow. She knows that shaman from the next village, so I have to go check on him! You came here for something, right? Just say it, I've got it all taken care of."

Er Biao wasn't stupid; he knew that a rich second-generation like Fu Xinyu wouldn't give him such expensive Chinese medicine for free.

"Alright, you're in this state, what's the point of getting anything done! Just steam the donkey-hide gelatin until it dissolves, then mix it with water and drink it. I'm leaving!"

Fu Xinyu had been thinking of having Er Biao come up with another way to mess with Su Ziyang, but seeing Er Biao's attitude, Fu Xinyu didn't say anything more and left.

On the way, Fu Xinyu suddenly started muttering to himself.

"He seemed perfectly fine the other day, how come he's like this today? I'm afraid it might be..."

With this in mind, Fu Xinyu drove back to the Daoist Medicine Clinic.

After getting off the bus, I went straight to the Daoist temple at the back.

"Grandpa Xiao."

Fu Xinyu knocked on Old Daoist Master Xiao's door.

"Hey, Xinyu, come in, come in!"

After all, he was the partner's nephew. Although they had only met a few times, Old Daoist Master Xiao still showed considerable enthusiasm towards Fu Xinyu.

"You're busy!"

Fu Xinyu saw that Old Daoist Master Xiao was writing something and asked politely.

"No, no, not busy. What's up, Xinyu? Is something the matter? How are you getting used to work these past few days?"

Old Daoist Master Xiao asked very kindly.

"It's alright. There are just no patients." Fu Xinyu scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Haha, it's always like this when you first arrive. With top students like you, you're bound to accumulate more and more patients. Look at Xiao Su in room 203 next to you; he was just like you when he first came, and now he has a lot more patients too. Take it slow, don't rush!"

Old Daoist Master Xiao not only advised Fu Xinyu, but also gave Fu Xinyu an example.

"Haha, Grandpa Xiao. I understand. I've come to ask you about someone."

Fu Xinyu gave him an "I understand" look.

"Who are you asking about?" Old Daoist Master Xiao thought Fu Xinyu had come to complain about not having any patients, but it turned out that wasn't the case.

"Is this the Xiao Su you just mentioned? Is he very capable?!"

Old Daoist Master Xiao didn't understand why Fu Xinyu asked that question. He paused for a moment, then looked into Fu Xinyu's eyes and said, "Xiao Su is quite ambitious and eager to learn, and you are both top students. You can exchange ideas more often in the future!"

"Haha, I can tell, he's pretty good at acupuncture. I wanted to ask Grandpa Xiao, does he know kung fu? Like, the kind where you can make someone swell up just by touching them!"

No matter how cunning Fu Xinyu is, he's still just a recent graduate.

Leaving aside how sensitive Su Ziyang's acupressure skills were, when Fu Xinyu asked this question, Old Daoist Master Xiao instantly understood something.

"Hehe, Xinyu. There's no such thing in this world. Why are you suddenly asking this? Is something wrong?!"

Old Daoist Master Xiao quickly countered with a question, Fu Xinyu stammered, unable to explain the reason.

What did he say?

Could it be that I hired a troublemaker to cause trouble for Su Ziyang? I now suspect that the troublemaker was assaulted by Su Ziyang.

You can't say that!

"Haha, it's nothing. Grandpa Xiao, I just heard from people around me that Su is good at kung fu, and I'm also a bit of a martial arts enthusiast, so I'd like to learn from him!"

Fu Xinyu had a sudden inspiration and gave a reason that sounded somewhat reasonable.

"Oh, it's great that a young person wants to learn martial arts. But martial arts isn't like in martial arts novels; it requires a lot of hard work. Our temple is currently teaching Taiyi Five Elements Fist. If you want to learn, I can arrange a teacher for you! Private instruction, like a private tutor, how about that! Haha!"

Old Daoist Master Xiao stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Ah!" Fu Xinyu is the kind of person who would take the elevator even to go up to the second floor, so how could he possibly go and painstakingly practice boxing?

"I'll think about it. I'm currently studying and might be a bit busy. That's all for now, Grandpa Xiao. I'll head back now, thank you!"

Fu Xinyu was afraid that Old Daoist Master Xiao would make him stay to practice his boxing, so he quickly made up an excuse to leave.

As soon as he left, the smile on Old Daoist Master Xiao's face vanished instantly. He sighed, picked up the phone, and called Daoist Master Xiao Yang over.

"Master, what brings you here? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang rushed over.

"After that incident involving the medical dispute was resolved, did Xiao Su say anything to you?"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Su seemed a little embarrassed and asked me if this was the first time something like this had happened. I said no, and he didn't say anything more!"

"So... did Xiao Su get angry or anything that day?"

Old Daoist Master Xiao asked again.

"No. Xiao Su was quite calm that day; I was even worried he'd hit those two. The two guys who called the police happened to be the same two who gave Martial Uncle Mengfei and the others the 'Good Samaritan' certificates, so it was handled quite well. Master, what's wrong? It's been several days; why are you suddenly asking about this again?"

Daoist Master Xiao Yang asked with some doubt.

"Keep an eye on Xiao Su and the new guy, Fu Xinyu, lately. I trust Xiao Su relatively well, but you must pay close attention to Fu Xinyu. Make sure you keep a close eye on him, and let me know immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, Master. I understand."

Having said that, Daoist Master Xiao Yang understood what he meant. Without saying anything more, he quickly returned to the clinic.