"Okay, sir, please show me your ID card."
The receptionist said it fluently.
"ID card?"
Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat, and he realized something was wrong!
He was only thinking of himself and forgot that his two ancestors were unregistered!
He quickly pulled the two big shots aside and lowered his voice:
"Oh no! Checking in requires proof of identity! Do you... do you have anything that can prove your identity?"
For example... a travel permit? A waist tag? A sect token?
"A demonic cult's token or something?"
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
"Then what should we do?"
Zhang Shaozhong was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks.
Ling Qingxue frowned:
"In the mortal realm, are the rules so complicated? Why should we cultivators need any such rules?"
Night Enchantress's eyes sharpened as she looked at the receptionist, instinctively wanting to use her charm spell again:
"Little sister, please make an exception for me~"
The receptionist blushed and her heart raced a little after Ye Meier's glance, but she still stuck to her principles:
"I'm sorry, beautiful lady, the checks are strict now. Each person must have one ID. If that doesn't work..."
Zhang Shaozhong quickly stopped Ye Meier, who was about to explode, and forced a smile at the receptionist:
"Excuse me, they... forgot their ID cards. I only have one. Could you please make an exception and let us squeeze into a double room?"
He thought he could sleep on the floor himself.
The receptionist glanced at the three of them suspiciously (one man and two women, sharing a room?), her tone turning somewhat cold.
"I'm sorry, sir, that's not allowed according to regulations. Besides, our room's beds aren't big enough for three people."
Zhang Shaozhong:
"..." It's over, the heavens are against me!
Just as he was in despair, Ling Qingxue suddenly spoke coldly to the receptionist:
"Your forehead is dark, and there's a hint of stagnation between your brows. Have you been having many nightmares lately, feeling restless, and experiencing irregular periods?"
Receptionist:
"???" She was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red, somewhat annoyed:
"What...what nonsense are you talking about!"
Ling Qingxue ignored her and continued speaking expressionlessly:
"This is caused by excessive thinking, resulting in slight stagnation of qi and blood. Take three qian of Albizia bark, two qian of Polygonum multiflorum stem, and five qian of Poria cocos, decoct in water and drink. The symptoms should subside in three days."
The receptionist was stunned. She had indeed been having trouble sleeping and her menstrual cycle had been irregular lately, and this was all so accurately described.
He was both surprised and suspicious. Looking at Ling Qingxue's aloof and stunningly beautiful yet serious face, he momentarily forgot his anger.
Watching with amusement, Ye Meier leaned closer, blew a breath at the receptionist, and gave her seductive glances.
"Little sister~ You can't go wrong listening to her~ She's... um... a traditional Chinese medicine doctor from a family lineage!"
"If you do us a favor, maybe she can prescribe a remedy to help you."
Zhang Shaozhong watched in utter disbelief!
This is allowed?!
One is a pulse diagnosis and physiognomy expert, the other is a quack doctor?
These two big shots really went to great lengths just to get a place to stay!
The receptionist was a little stunned by this combination of punches. She looked at Ling Qingxue's serious expression, which was not a joke, and then at Ye Meier's captivating eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, I actually... blurted out in a low voice:
"Then...then please register your basic information...just...just say you're a relative...we'll provide the ID card later..."
Zhang Shaozhong could hardly believe his ears!
This actually works?!
He quickly expressed his gratitude profusely, made up two names and an ID number, and finally got a room key.
Dragging his luggage—actually just two plastic bags containing new and old clothes—he led the two big shots into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed and began to ascend, the slight feeling of weightlessness made the two bigwigs tense up again.
Why did this place move? Is it some kind of miniature teleportation array?
Ling Qingxue cautiously felt the vibrations beneath her feet.
"It's kind of interesting... but a bit boring."
Night Enchantress curiously examined the iron box.
Zhang Shaozhong was no longer able to explain:
"This is called an elevator... used to go up and down floors..."
After finally finding a room, I swiped my card to open the door.
Looking at the neatly made bed, separate bathroom, TV, and air conditioning in the room, the two bigwigs fell silent and scrutinized once again.
"This place... is fairly clean."
Ling Qingxue offered a reluctant assessment.
"The bed is too soft! My back hurts when I sleep on it!"
Ye Meier pounced on the bed to try it out and complained.
Zhang Shaozhong put his things down and slumped into a chair, as if he had just finished a long and arduous battle.
He watched as the two men were filled with curiosity and wariness towards everything in the room!
Ling Qingxue was studying the light switch, while Ye Meier was fiddling with the TV remote control. She sighed deeply.
Will I be able to get a good night's sleep tonight?
He expressed deep skepticism.
These days are getting more and more exciting.
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