This refers to the genius girl mentioned earlier.
She and Ye Zihan are not the same age, they are several years apart. The reason they became friends was because of a beautiful misunderstanding, a case of "no fight, no friendship".
After that, the two often visited each other and gradually became best friends.
A few days ago, the two chatted late at night. Ye Zihan mentioned that her menstrual cramps were cured by massage, and Mu Xiaodie had been wanting to come and meet that expert ever since.
Is it a scam, a fraud, or a combination of deception and bluff?
Mu Xiaodie was very arrogant. She believed that the impossible was impossible, especially in her area of expertise.
Her main concern was that her best friend might be tricked and taken advantage of without realizing it.
A bodyguard with superb medical skills? It sounds like a fantasy. If he were really that good, why would he be willing to serve others and take risks as a bodyguard?
Throughout history, being a bodyguard has never been a respectable profession; frankly, it's about risking your life for others.
"Want to see my bodyguard? That's easy, isn't it?" Ye Zihan pointed to Li Changfeng, who was about to start eating at the dining table.
Mu Xiaodie looked up and, coincidentally, Li Changfeng was also looking at her. Their eyes met and intertwined, both feeling a strange and indescribable feeling.
It feels somewhat familiar, yet also rather unfamiliar; you want people to get close, but you also feel you must keep your distance—in short, it's complex and ambiguous.
"What's wrong? Hey." Ye Zihan raised her hand and waved it in front of Mu Xiaodie's eyes. "You've taken a liking to someone? You've fallen for them?"
"My little Mu also has moments of romantic feelings? That's right! She's an adult now, not a child anymore," Ye Zihan teased with a smile.
Mu Xiaodie blushed slightly. "No way, Sister Zihan, please don't tease me."
"If you like it, just say so, or I can introduce you to someone."
"No need, no need," Mu Xiaodie hurriedly waved her hand.
“You’re my best friend. We’ll get to know each other sooner or later if we come here often. Come on.” Ye Zihan pulled her to the dining table.
"Li Changfeng, let me introduce you to someone. Her name is Mu Xiaodie, and she's my best friend."
"This is Li Changfeng, my bodyguard and driver."
Upon hearing the name, Mu Xiaodie froze, then blurted out, "Your name is Li Changfeng? Where are you from?"
Li Changfeng smiled gently, "I've been using this name for over twenty years, calling myself 'Mountain Man'."
Mu Xiaodie's reaction was entirely due to the fact that her long-lost brother's surname was Li, and his name was also Li Changfeng, but he was a local from Jinghai.
There are plenty of people in the world with the same name. For example, there are probably eighty or a hundred Li Gangs. Mu Xiaodie had never even heard of the place name Zifengshan before, so she didn't think much of it.
Mu Xiaodie's surname is Mu, while her long-lost brother's surname is Li. There is a reason for this: Mu Xiaodie took her adoptive father's surname, and her real name is Li Ranran.
She was young at the time, and when she registered her household, she was called Mu Xiaodie, and she has been called that ever since.
"I heard you cured Sister Zihan's illness? You know medicine?" Mu Xiaodie went straight to the point, not forgetting at all why she came today.
"I only know the basics," Li Changfeng said modestly.
"How about we talk about the simplest Five Elements?"
This is the introductory lesson in Traditional Chinese Medicine, and it's a fundamental and essential course.
"Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and all things have two sides, yin and yang. Taking the human body as an example, the back is yang, the abdomen is yin, the upper part is yang, and the lower part is yin."
"The Five Elements are the elements of heaven and earth, corresponding to the five internal organs of the human body, namely metal, wood, water, fire and earth."
“Metal corresponds to the lungs, the heart to fire, the kidneys to water, the liver to wood, and the spleen to earth,” Li Changfeng said fluently and confidently.
"What illness do you think I have?" Mu Xiaodie pointed to her face. "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Observation is the first step."
Li Changfeng glanced at her and continued, "The young lady doesn't have any serious illnesses, but she has a lot of minor ones. Her eyes have slightly dark circles and her redness isn't strong. If I'm not mistaken, she probably stays up late often."
"Your appetite is poor, and it's understandable for girls to want to be beautiful. But to maintain a good figure, you should also pay attention to your nutritional intake."
"Furthermore, your brows are furrowed, and a faint bluish aura lingers around you; you must have something on your mind."
“If you have worries on your mind for too long, you will get internal heat and your blood supply will be insufficient.”
"I don't know if I'm right." Li Changfeng slowly peeled an egg, took a bite, and found it tender, smooth, and fragrant.
Holy crap! Is this a medical consultation or a fortune telling session?
Shen Qiqi, who was standing to the side, became interested and said, "Li Changfeng, what do you think of me?"
Li Changfeng lowered his head and drank his porridge, too lazy to even glance at him.
"Just say it already," Shen Qiqi urged.
"You're lazy, good for eating and sleeping, and brainless. What's wrong with you?"
“I want to make this area smaller,” Shen Qiqi said, pointing to her chest.
"..."
The girl with a flat chest is constantly worried and can't sleep at night, hoping that she can grow a little longer. In the summer, she feels so inferior that she can't show her face to anyone.
Her boyfriend would also express his dislike or disdain in his words.
She's too big and wants to shrink; I've never seen such an unreasonable request.
How can girl A bear this?
There are ways to deal with smaller ones, at least Li Changfeng has plenty of methods, but there's really no solution for larger ones.
I can't exactly have surgery.
Li Changfeng ignored him.
"Stop talking, let's sit down and eat first," Ye Zihan said, trying to smooth things over.
"Li Changfeng, a patient has an appointment later. I sent him the location here, and he'll be here soon." Mu Xiaodie sat down and began to eat breakfast.
The questions I just asked were just the basics. As for my symptoms, they're not hard to guess. My profession dictates my sleep. As a department head, staying up late is almost a habit. Patients come first.
Girls diet and pay attention to their figure. As for worries, how can an adult be carefree? It's just that the worries are different, but these things don't prove anything.
Ye Zihan also wanted to know whether Li Changfeng's medical skills were genuine or not.
Although I have personally experienced it and found it quite amazing, I wonder if it causes anything other than menstrual cramps?
Just how advanced were their medical skills?
After finishing her meal, Ye Zihan took a rare day off. She was a workaholic and rarely got to rest.
To find out Li Changfeng's background, she broke her usual practice.
As the president, she stipulated that she had eight days off, but she mostly didn't take a break; she was either working or on her way to work.
Excellent people work so hard, even rich heiresses are so ambitious, while most people just want to give up. Perhaps she has a personal dream to support her.
The reason I want to lie down is because I can't see any hope or future, and because life is full of thorns. When I'm really tired, it's okay to take a break.
"Dr. Mu, are you there?" someone called out from outside the villa.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaodie went out and invited the patient in, sitting down in the living room downstairs.
"Mr. Li, would you like to go first?"
"I don't mind, go ahead." Li Changfeng, having finished eating and drinking, lay half-reclined on the sofa with his legs crossed.
Mu Xiaodie was utterly disdainful. "If I'm here, why would I need you?"
That's ridiculous.
However, with the patient at hand, she couldn't neglect her duties.
The patient was a woman, around fifty years old, with a pale face, purple lips, trembling all over, and coughing occasionally. She was wearing a thick cotton coat.
Her son was by her side, taking care of her.
Mu Xiaodie squatted down and took his pulse, her expression serious and focused, without saying a word.
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