My Youth Began With Him Chapter 882 - Going All Out to Taint Your Reputation (3)

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Huo Mian’s coffee-stirring hand paused for a second; then, she shook her head…

“Um… my mom told that there’s a really famous Chinese traditional dicine doctor where she lives, and a lot of couples have gotten pregnant after eting with him. Chinese dicine doesn’t hurt the body, so wouldn’t it be great if your problem was solved? My mom said that he’s pretty good, and since we have ti today, do you want to go check it out?”

Huo Mian usually refused, but today, she answered, “Sure.”

Then, Huo Mian drove herself and Zhu Lingling to the street her mother lived on.

It was an old industrial district; Zhu Lingling grew up there, and since their family had gotten used to it, her parents didn’t want to move all the way to downtown.

In the end, they twisted and turned until they arrived outside a yard in a hutong.

A dog began barking at them as soon as they walked in…

“What do you want?” An old woman with a weird accent walked out of the yard.

“Hi, we’re here for Mr. Wang,” Zhu Lingling rembered that this family was nad ‘Wang’.

“Oh, are you here for a checkup?”

“Yes.” Huo Mian nodded.

“Co in, the consultation fee is 20 yuan.” The old woman stuck out her hand.

Before Huo Mian had a chance to reach into her bag, Zhu Lingling imdiately passed the old woman a 20-yuan bill.

Then, she took them into a little house, where an old man of around 80 years or so was wearing reading glasses and organizing dicine.

The entire room reeked of Chinese dicine.

“Old man, you have a patient.”

“Okay, I got it.” The old man had perfect hearing and stopped what he was doing imdiately.

Then, he turned around and walked slowly towards Huo Mian and Zhu Lingling.

“Which one of you is the patient?”

“I am,” Huo Mian said.

“What’s your illness?” The old man asked in all seriousness.

“Um… feel her pulse first, and we’ll go from there,” Zhu Lingling didn’t want Huo Mian to tell him that she was infertile; it would be too awkward.

The old man nodded and gestured for Huo Mian to sit down on the chair.

Then, he placed a wrist pad under Huo Mian’s right wrist and began feeling her pulse.

He looked very professional; the truth was, Huo Mian studied western dicine, so she didn’t believe in traditional Chinese dicine.

However, not many traditional Chinese dicine practitioners existed anymore, and many dical school graduates who had rudintary Chinese dicine knowledge pretended to be miracle-workers, prescribing patients random Chinese dication. Chinese dicine wouldn’t kill, but one had to suit the redy to the case in order to see effects.

If Zhu Lingling didn’t ntion it to her today, she wouldn’t have planned on seeing a traditional Chinese doctor. Her mom brought it up as well, but she didn’t say anything.

“Doctor, how is my friend, is there anything wrong with her?” Zhu Lingling asked anxiously.

The old man slowly put away his hand and glanced at Huo Mian. “You’re lacking both qi and blood, and your womb is cold… Do you suffer from period cramps?”

“I do.” Huo Mian nodded her head obediently.

“You should take better care of your body, or else getting pregnant will be hard,” the old man exclaid.

Huo Mian and Zhu Lingling exchanged glances…

“Does she need to take dicine?” Zhu Lingling asked.

“If you trust , I can prescribe you so Chinese dicine. If you don’t trust , feel free to go to a pharmacy and ask for womb-warming dicine. I suggest that you take them for 3 months,” the old man reminded them.

“You can prescribe them for ,” Huo Mian thought that the old man had a point; from a western dicine point of view, she diagnosed herself with a cold womb as well.

Then, they bought 200 yuan worth of Chinese dicine from the old man.

As soon as she got ho, Huo Mian began boiling the dicine, and soon, a nose-piercing aroma filled the entire kitchen.

She had to drink three bowls a day, one pack each ti. It slled and tasted disgusting.

The dicine mainly consisted of well-known Chinese herbs, and those who drank Chinese dicine would know how foul-tasting it was.

After Huo Mian drank the entire bowl, she felt her stomach churning; in the end, she couldn’t take it anymore. She ran into the bathroom and began throwing up.

When Qin Chu arrived at ho, Huo Mian was still going at it in the bathroom; she forced herself to drink all the dicine but couldn’t keep in down. Her entire breath reeked of Chinese herbs…

“Honey… what’s wrong?” Qin Chu frowned.