The Medical Guru

It was September. The story began at the library of the Jiangjing University of Chinese Medicine.

Fang Qiu picked a Chinese medical book named Bonesetting from the bookshelf and went to the study area.

He was a freshman at the school. It was raining so they ended military training early today.

Before he was admitted to the university, Fang Qiu knew little about traditional Chinese Medicine, but this couldn't stop him from being interested in it. Especially since he had a strong desire to cure the sick.

Of course, he had his own purpose in applying to the University of Chinese Medicine.

Fang Qiu pulled out a chair and sat down, placing the book on the desk.

He placed his hands on both sides of the book.

He patted the book slightly with his right hand.

And then, something strange and magical happened!

The book began to turn its pages by itself!

Facing such a strange scene, Fang Qiu was surprisingly calm.

Fortunately, the semester had just started, thus, no one was in the library except Fang Qiu. If somebody else saw the scene, they would have thought that the library was haunted.

Fang Qiu lifted his hand and patted down, the lift-and-pat action continued until the book came to the pages with important information.

He began to read the book with great interest.

After finishing reading a page, Fang Qiu lifted his right hand again and was ready to pat the book.

At that time, a hurried footstep sounded in the distance.

Fang Qiu slowly put his lifting hand down as usual.

The book now refused to turn its pages.

"I have finally found you, Fang Qiu!"

Fang Qiu turned back and saw the comer. It was Liu Feifei, the assistant class teacher of class three, the class he belonged to.

She was a beautiful and enthusiastic senior.

Fang Qiu still remembered the scene that they first met. The first time Liu Feifei introduced herself to the class, all the boys in his class stared at her with their eyes shining.

"Wow, you are so hard-working. Everyone else is so tired because of military training, and you are here reading books!"

Liu Feifei came straight to the opposite side of the desk and had a look at the book. She asked admiringly and curiously, "Classical Chinese? Can you understand it? Our major is going to have orthopedic classes in the second semester, isn't it too early to learn this?"

"I'm just looking around."

Fang Qiu didn't say that he could understand.

But he really could understand.

"Nice job!"

Liu Feifei praised him, and then asked as her big bright eyes twinkled, "I called you several times but you didn't answer, what happened?"

Fang Qiu appeared stunned. He took out his cellphone and found he had five missed calls. He answered with embarrassment, "The cellphone was set on silent, so I didn't hear it."

Liu Feifei nodded. At least Fang Qiu didn't do it on purpose.

It was her first time as a class teacher, so she had high expectations for the newly enrolled boys and girls. She didn't want to see anyone in the class who didn't listen to her.

"I called you because our school temporarily decided to hold a mid-autumn open-air party for the freshman tomorrow night on the playground, and every freshman class was asked to perform. I came here to ask you to perform a program. Everyone in our class is going to perform and no one can escape."

After the explanation, Liu Feifei asked, "What's your specialty?"

"Specialty?"

Fang Qiu thought for a while and answered, "I can play the flute, is that a specialty?"

Liu Feifei's eyes were lightened up, she asked, "How well do you play the flute? What's your national level?"

"Just so so. I haven't taken any exams yet."

Considering his level to his old master's, Fang Qiu was as honest as possible.

Liu Feifei was a little disappointed. She had hoped that there would be an amazing performer in her class, so an ordinary flute player was a letdown.

"Can I listen to you play?"

At this point, she decided that if he was just a mediocre player as he said, she would not have to add it to the program list.

Fang Qiu said with some embarrassment, "It should be fine, but my flute is in the dormitory right now."

And he pointed to the book.

It was so obvious that he wanted to read books instead of going back to the dormitory.

"Little Fang!"

The use of this intimate term from Liu Feifei gave Fang Qiu goosebumps.

"Time is limited. I have to report the program to the school by noon. Can you please help me?"

Looking at the beauty's smile, Fang Qiu felt embarrassed.

This was a bit too much for him.

It would not be right for him to refuse the senior.

Yet he would waste 40 minutes going back to the dormitory and returning to the library if he didn't refuse.

He didn't want to waste that much time. Moreover, he was a freshman, thus, he had no library card to bring the books out, which meant he had to read them in the library.

He hesitated for a while and said, "Let me play hand flute for you, ok? In this way, you can tell my level."

"Hand flute? What's that?"

Liu Feifei was confused, her interest was raised.

Fang Qiu explained patiently, "Hand flute requires your two hands to work as the resonator, it's easy."

Hearing that the procedure was easy, Liu Feifei was not so interested.

Seeing the earnest expression on Fang Qiu's face, it's so hard for her to say "No". Hence, she accepted this compromise.

"Go ahead then! I am all ears!"

No need to go back to dorm! Fang Qiu was happy. He put his cellphone down.

Under the gaze of the beautiful senior, his hands were directly folded into the shape of a curve, leaving the palms empty, and a small hole was revealed in between the thumbs.

He put his mouth upon his thumbs.

He took a deep breath and blew.

A haunting melody rang through the library.

"Whaa???"

Liu Feifei's eyes widened in an instant. She was shocked and couldn't help but say, "is this Blue and White Porcelain by Jay Chou?"

Fang Qiu nodded.

Liu Feifei stared at Fang Qiu dumbfounded.

She had thought that hand flute and whistle were the same thing. She had never expected that the hand flute could be so enchanting. This melody seemed to be straight from heaven.

It was awesome!

She had never anticipated that there would be such an outstanding boy in her class.

The beautiful melody took her away.

She seemed to feel herself wandering in an ancient scene south of the Yangtze River, holding a pink painted oil-paper umbrella, standing on a stone bridge, looking back into the past, seeing the birth of beautiful blue and white porcelain, and witnessing a beautiful love story.

The azure sky is waiting for a drizzle, and I am waiting for you.

The cooking smoke rises up from the other side of the river, from thousands of miles away.

Is she merely a bystander or the heroine of a sad love story?

Sort of sad, sort of nostalgic.

All linger in her mind.

So beautiful!

And so sad...

The tune hung around.

The melody continued to take her to other places.

Now she was wandering in the misty rain. Now she was lost in the tune without a end.

......

When the song was finished, Fang Qiu put down his hands and looked at the beautiful senior who was still immersed in the melody. He did not want to disturb her. So he returned to his book.

A minute later.

The beautiful senior came to herself, grabbed his hands and said with her eyes shining, "That's terrific! Fang Qiu, you are amazing! That's great!"

"I have heard Blue and White Porcelain dozens of times, but it's the first time that I felt it so moving that I was totally immersed in it! Who could have imagined that you could play the sounds of heaven with only a pair of simple hands!"

"You're exaggerating, senior."

Fang Qiu drew back his hand and said abashedly. He really didn't feel confident in his own abilities.

"You deserve it!"

Liu Feifei directly denied Fang Qiu's self-belittle, and then looked at him with a blaming look. "You think you're ordinary? You almost cheated me out of a good performance! Now, as your class teacher, I now inform you that your performance is qualified. You don't need any flute, just play that tune with your hands!"

She smiled excitedly, "Now we have had two performances. They'll be amazing."

"Two performances?"

Fang Qiu asked puzzledly, "The other one is...?"

"Chen Cong's Wushu performance! This guy is as modest as you. He will perform Wushu. Although not as good as yours, his performance is still good."

Liu Feifei stood up, raised her fist to Fang Qiu and cheered him up, "We all count on you two tomorrow evening! Come on!"

After that, she took out the library card from her pocket and threw it to Fang Qiu.

"A reward from me! Return it to me when you got you own."

With that, Liu Feifei left hastily.

Wushu?

Fang Qiu looked at his hands and smiled.

He could do Wushu as well.

But his specialty was Kung Fu.

Fang Qiu could not help sighing at the thought of Kung Fu.

He didn't know what was going on with his old master.

Fang Qiu began to learn Kung Fu from 3 years old and now he was 17, which meant he had been practicing Kung Fu for 14 years.

All those things were done without the knowledge of anyone, not even his own parents.

He met his old master at the age of 3, and the old master taught him secretly for 12 years.

At Sophomore year of high school, Fang Qiu improved his Kung Fu to another level. This helped him discover that the old master was suffering from a hidden illness. And at that time, he realized that in order to teach him, the old master had been suppressing his illness with his powerful powers, without treating it properly.

When he found he couldn't hide his illness any longer, he simply disappeared without a trace, his last words were:

"I have nothing to teach you anymore. Just practice hard! I'm leaving to treat my illness, we'll meet someday in the future."

He clearly knew that the illness wouldn't be cured easily, because if so, the old master would have cured it earlier.

He felt a sense of guilt and pain whenever he thought about this man who taught him for 12 years, but he have no chance to do anything in return for him or help at all.

That's the reason he applied for the Jiangjing University of Chinese Medicine.

He hoped that he could do well at medicine and cure the illness of his old master.

He also hoped he could cure more people, not only him.

He clearly knew that the faster he finished studying, the better chances to help his old master.

His only hope was that the old master could survive.

The most embarrassing thing for him was that he didn't know what illness his old master was suffering from. Although he was aware of the hidden disease, he didn't know the detailed condition.

Therefore, he couldn't study in any specific way.

He had no choice but to learn all the therapies of traditional Chinese medicine as quickly as he could and try not to waste a single minute.

The reason why he read orthopedic books first was that he was a Kung Fu practitioner. He knew a lot about the bones and muscles and had learned some knowledge to treat falling injuries with his old master.

Consequently, he could learn far quicker from this kind of ancient book.

He hoped that he could fan out from a point to become a good doctor quickly.

"Hope everything will be all right with my old master."

Fang Qiu sighed, his heart sunk. He put away the library card and got back his thoughts to focus on reading.

As Fang Qiu's palm kept rising and falling, pages of books were read.

Soon, the book was finished.

He stood up and went to the bookshelf to pick up another ancient book on orthopedics.

He prepared to learn from one subject to another till the day he gained all the knowledge from ancient books. If modern medicine could cure the illness, his old master would not have suppressed it for such a long time. That's why Fang Qiu chose to resort to ancient books.

Soon, another book was finished.

Fang Qiu was a fast reader. He did not read a book but skimmed through it.

Fang Qiu finished four or five ancient books of orthopedics that morning.

The time on his cellphone was eleven o'clock. Fang Qiu stretched himself, mobilized his internal Qi to rotate through the body, and his sense of fatigue disappeared instantly.

With the unfinished book in hand, he chose several other ancient books of orthopedics. He decided to read them in the dormitory.

He came to the lending department and handed the books and the library card to the librarian, a middle-aged man with a poker face.

The librarian glanced at the card, then the ancient books. A trace of surprise crossed his eyes, he looked up at Fang Qiu.

"Freshman? You can understand these books?"

"Yes, I can."

Fang Qiu replied curtly.

At this, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Kid, you're talking big."

Fang Qiu also gave a smile but did not say anything else.

The middle-aged man shook his head, swiped the library card, recorded the identifications of the books and handed them back to Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu stuffed the books into his schoolbag and left through the library gate. He drew out an umbrella, opened it, and walked right into the drizzling rain with his schoolbag on his back.

As far as he could see, there were many students walking in the rain while gingerly avoiding puddles of water in the distance.

Seeing this, Fang Qiu smirked. Then, he directly stepped into a puddle of water.

An amazing thing occurred!

As if being controlled by an invisible power, the water in the puddle spread out from the spot he landed his feet and immediately formed a little water-free pit under his feet. The water around his foot did not flow back to the pit and wet his shoes at all!

In this fashion, he headed to his dormitory one step after another, with not a single concern for the puddles of water in front of him.

He did not adopt the normal walking method-dodging all the puddles of water in fear of drenching his shoes-until he met other people.

Twenty minutes later, Fang Qiu arrived at the gate of his dormitory. Just at this moment, a car whirled past him.

It drove across a puddle of water in front of him.

Water splashed in all directions!

Fang Qiu's eyes suddenly gleamed, all of his internal air instantly activated.

Splashes of mud and water all bounced off Fang Qiu, as though he were standing inside a protective cover.

He was not stained by any mud or water at all!

However, the students around him were not so lucky. They all got sprayed by the mud and water. Their fine outfits were thoroughly smeared, making them look like they had fallen into a trench or something.

Moreover, the faces of a few girls were covered with mud and water. Looking at the mess all over themselves, they could not help but start to weep.

"Fuck! where are that driver's manners?!"

"He can't drive so fast on campus! Doesn't he worry that he might run someone over?"

"I can tell at first glance that he is an overnight millionaire! A man with no manners!"

...

In an instant, the drenched students began to yell angry words in the direction of that Benz.

Fang Qiu squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of that car, his pupils icy cold.

The car pulled up at the dormitory ahead. Two sturdy men wearing sunglasses got out off the car and pulled open the backdoor respectfully while holding an umbrella.

A middle-aged man and a haughty-looking young man who seemed to be a student but was dressed in hip-hop style stepped out of the car.

The two sturdy men hastily handed the umbrellas over, leaving themselves standing in the rain.

Fang Qiu slowly walked up to them, and then stood quietly on the side.

He was waiting, waiting for those men riding the car to apologize to the students.

If they did, he would act as if nothing had happened.

But if they did not apologize...

He would not let go of it!

The young man who just got off first cast a look at the students covered in mud and water behind him and sneered dismissively. Next, he looked up to examine the somewhat old and shabby dormitory building and frowned. Then he looked over his shoulders to stare at the middle-aged man.

"Dad, you're not really going to let me live in this building, are you? It's such a shabby place!"

The middle-aged man was obviously a bit taken aback at the scene of this old dormitory, but he still answered in a firm tone, "Of course."

"You're here to study, not to enjoy life! You're living here!"

After hearing his father's stern tone, the young man said dejectedly, "Well then, let's go. Help me give a thorough search of my dorm. I want to live alone!"

After saying this, he immediately started to walk to the dormitory.

"Hold on!"

The father and son turned around and saw that a handsome young man carrying a backpack and holding a black umbrella was stepping towards them with his chilly eyes glaring at them.

The two sturdy men instantly came forward and shielded the father and son, while looking at Fang Qiu grimly.

"What's the matter?"

The young man threw an arrogant look at Fang Qiu.

The students nearby were gazing at Fang Qiu in amazement, wondering why he had called out to stop these men who were clearly rich and powerful.

"I think you owe them an apology, don't you?"

Fang Qiu pointed a finger at those students standing not far away who were looking like drowned rats.

This simple sentence made those muddied students instantly feel a warm current flowing straight through their hearts.

All they did was complain in whispers, but none of them was bold enough to shake off their fear for the powerful and voice their indignation in the presence of those people.

But now, someone had stepped forward and uttered what they wanted to say!

The students around who were just watching the fuss out of curiosity were shocked at Fang Qiu's words as well.

Many of them gave Fang Qiu a thumbs-up in their mind.

But many still believed that Fang Qiu was kicking against powerful people who wouldn't care.

At this time, Liu Feifei, the teacher in charge of Fang Qiu's class, a pretty senior, had just finished her meal in the canteen with her roommates and walked past the boy's dormitory. She happened to have witnessed the scene where the students were sprayed by mud and water. She was fuming about it.

Seeing that Fang Qiu, a student from her own class, had come forward, she immediately came to a halt to watch.

She looked as if she was ready to rush over and back up Fang Qiu at any second.

"Apologize?"

The young man shot a look at the students dripping mud and turned directly to the two bodyguards and said, "Go upstairs."

The middle-aged man had also noticed those students, but he only scowled a little.

But before the father and son could take one more step, Fang Qiu suddenly appeared before them.

It gave them quite a startle. A second ago, Fang Qiu was still beside them. How could he just turn up in front of them?

Suddenly, the two sturdy men looked as though they were confronted by a formidable enemy, because they didn't see when the kid moved in front of them just now.

"Could he be a Kungfu master?"

But in light of his physique, it was a dim possibility.

"Having others covered in mud and water but not feeling sorry at all? That's a bit outrageous!"

Fang Qiu fixed his cold eyes on the father and son.

His Qi power rose up but instantly concealed itself.

It lurked under his skin and was ready to shoot out.

Although he did not intend to expose his powers, it did not mean that he could turn a blind eye to the strong bullying the weak.

What was he learning martial arts for?

It was for praising virtue and punishing vice!

The father and son did not detect the thin trace of Qi power Fang Qiu had just released at all, but the two sturdy men altered their expressions in a second.

This Qi power...

The two paid no attention to the umbrella-holding task now. They simply ditched the umbrellas and went to stand in front of the father and son, clenching their fists and straining their muscles, their eyes focusing unblinkingly upon Fang Qiu.

It appeared that they might risk their lives to fight at any time.

The father and son looked at the two bodyguards in bewilderment. These two were excellent masters of martial arts who they specially retained with fat salaries. They had never seen them put their guard up like this.

"Today, why did they act like this in front of a student?"

Students around them also looked perplexed.

They thought, "These bodyguards are showing off, aren't they?"

Fang Qiu casually looked over the two large men and asked, "You want to block my way?"

Instantly, all the eyes fell on the two sturdy men.

"We dare not!"

The two replied hastily.

All the onlookers stared in shock.

"We dare...dare not?"

"Shit, what does that mean?"

The students around suddenly felt a surge of respect for Fang Qiu.

"This student is so amazing! His moral righteousness overpowered the two bulk men and forced them to give in!"

But looking at the father and son, though the young man had not grasped what had happened, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed. He was contemplating some vague presumptions in his head, so his glances at Fang Qiu were a mix of astonishment and suspicion.

"Then, why did you act like this?"

Fang Qiu asked.

The Qi power in his body was growing denser as if it would burst out at any second.

Even though the weather was cool, beads of sweat were trickling down the two large men's foreheads.

"I was the driver. It was my fault. I'll apologize to them."

One of the two large men said in a hurry. Then, he turned around to face those students, cupped his hands in tribute and said, "I'm sorry, everyone. I was driving too fast to see the puddles of water. I'm deeply sorry for this!"

Those innocent students immediately answered with "Nothing" and "It's OK".

At this scenario, the two large men who had been pardoned cast another look at Fang Qiu as if waiting for his approval.

Fang Qiu only said four words: "Their clothes got dirty."

Without another word, the other large man directly took out a stack of money and hurried over to hand out 500 yuan to each student.

Some students were too timid to take the money, but the large man stuffed it into their hands.

Seeing the scene, all the onlookers were dumbstruck.

This...

A minute ago they were acting like bullies. Now how come they started to hand out money?

"Feifei, this student of yours is really something!"

Apparently, Liu Feifei's roommate recognized Fang Qiu and she said so to Liu Feifei.

At her roommate's words, she immediately raised up her chin and said proudly, "Don't forget who his teacher is!"

Her roommates were left speechless. "You and that guy have only known each other for a couple of days!"

"Will this do?"

Finishing distributing the money, the large man came running back to Fang Qiu and asked while wiping his sweat.

Seeing the satisfied looks of the students with mud and water stained all over them, Fang Qiu nodded and stepped aside.

The two sturdy men rapidly flanked the father and son who still looked confused and hurried them to upstairs.

The moment they went up, a shower of enthusiastic applause broke out.

Everyone was applauding Fang Qiu!

Their eyes were filled with admiration.

Fang Qiu smiled and took a bow. Then, he took off.

As he walked, his mobile phone rang and a text came in.

It was from Liu Feifei.

"You, kid, is awesome. You really boosted the morale of our students today. You're truly a student of mine!"

"Your student?"

Fang Qiu texted back, feeling uncertain whether to cry or to laugh, "It's all because of your great teaching!"

Soon, Liu Feifei's reply arrived.

"It's nothing! The shows have been settled. You and Chen Cong will perform on behalf of our class. He is going to do a martial arts demonstration, and you are to play the song Porcelain with a hand flute. Break a leg tomorrow night! I have high hopes for you!"

Fang Qiu replied, "I have high hopes for me, too!"

.

Later, she texted back with her retort: "You are cocky 😊!"

On the other side of campus.

When the father and son found the right dormitory, before they were seated, the middle-aged man could help but ask the two large men, "What happened just now?"

The two large men looked at each other, heaved a sigh, and answered with their hearts still fluttering with fear, "The student who confronted us a moment ago is an expert."

"An expert? That student?"

The young man beside them asked in disbelief.

"That guy is basically my age!"

"Yes!"

The two large men answered.

"You two can't beat him?"

The middle-aged man asked with a gloomy look.

He was well aware of the strength of these two bodyguards-each of them could handle five or six ordinary bodyguards alone.

The two large men exchanged looks again, and then, shook their heads simultaneously, "It's not a matter of whether we're able to beat him or not, it's a matter of how many moves we're able to take from him!"

"What?"

The middle-aged man was confused.

"We could try to hang on with our fighting techniques, but in the end we would lose. We've never met such a powerful guy."

The two large men turned to look at the young man who still couldn't believe their words and said, "Young Master, you must be careful around that guy. Never get into conflicts with him! There is a crowd of unknown but powerful men in this world, and that student is probably one of them!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man grew a bit worried and asked, "If he is so fierce, could Xiaoheng be in any danger?"

"Probably not. That student doesn't look like he has a nasty character. And from what happened today, he is a man of principle. Thus, as long as you stay low key and don't do anything to offend him, you should be fine," one of the bodyguards answered.

"That's good! That's good!" The middle-aged man looked over his shoulders to watch his son, and he said severely, "Did you hear that? You must never provoke that student. If you befriend him, that will be best. But remember, always stay out of trouble! Just stay here and study, keeping as low a profile as you possibly can!"

The young man lowered his head and muttered his agreement.

He originally thought he was going to swagger around here. However, he got a harsh blow on the first day of school. How depressing!

Fang Qiu put his schoolbag back in his dormitory and then went straight to the cafeteria to grab a bite.

Meanwhile, a post titled "Student Rebukes Vulgar Tycoon in Benz, Making the Bodyguards Apologize and Pay Compensation Like Lambs," appeared on the campus BBS.

The post contained a series of photos which described in detail how a student had called out a father, son and their bodyguards who were riding a Benz and splashed mud all over innocent students. The student told them to stop, and he body-blocked their way when they ignored his words, and how eventually he made the two large bodyguards flinch purely with his stern moral stance, forcing them to apologize and distribute money as compensation.

The photos in the post provided a detailed record of every tense moment.

However, due to the rain, those photos were not very clear, so the viewers could only see a blurred image of Fang Qiu. No one knew who it was.

If it had not been so, Fang Qiu would have had no chance to step out of his dormitory unnoticed anymore.

But this post sparked heated discussions on the whole campus BBS the moment it appeared.

Numerous comments flooded in.

"Awesome. Never thought that in Dajiang Chinese Medicine University you could meet such a kick-ass student! I give you my full support!"

"This great man actually did what I wanted to do but dared not, how impressive! I admire you! Admire you!"

"My idol! He is definitely my idol! Begging for his clear pictures! Factual data please!"

"Me too!"

Some comments were also seeking confirmation of the realness of the post, for they could hardly believe there still were such righteous students like this in the present society.

"Is it real? Couldn't someone just make it up?"

"I also think this is made up. How could a student like him still survive in society today?"

However, these naysayers were soon slapped by the truth.

"Just because you can't do a thing or dare not do a thing doesn't mean others can't! I'm actually one of the students who was sprayed with mud and water. Here are my clothes, and here is the 500 yuan!"

Below those words, there were two pictures. One was the clothes smeared with mud, the other was the 500 yuan which was a bit damped by the mud and water.

"I'm one of them, too!"

"Me too!"

More and more students posted their pictures, instantly drowning out all the voices of doubts and suspicions.

With the photos, witnesses, and money everyone finally bought the story.

Discussions on the BBS continued.

More and more people were asking for Fang Qiu's information.

Everyone was very interested in a student filled with a sense of justice.

But Fang Qiu knew nothing of this at all.

After taking lunch, he had a short break and began to plough through the books he had borrowed from the library.

"The youngest, why do I have a feeling that the student confronting the vulgar tycoon in a benz on the campus BBS is you?"

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Sun Hao, the third oldest guy in the dorm room, who had just finished taking his lunch break, got out of bed and asked Fang Qiu while pointing at the pictures on the BBS site on his computer.

Fang Qiu merely gave a smile and went back to reading without a word.

There were four students living in this dorm room. According to their ages, they named themselves the oldest, the third oldest, the fourth oldest, and the fifth oldest. As for the second oldest, in light of its unpleasant correlations with some Chinese words, they just skipped it.

Therefore, Fang Qiu was the fifth oldest, the youngest of them.

Sun Hao murmured "the more I look at it, the more it is like you" before continuing to browse the BBS.

Zhou Xiaotian, the fourth oldest, who was lying in bed playing with his smartphone, suddenly turned over to look at Fang Qiu and asked, "The youngest, I heard that you will play the flute tomorrow evening. Good for you! Hiding your talent so well. Show us some of it!"

"Yeah! You truly know how to hide yourself. Quick, play a song and entertain us!"

Sun Hao also quit browsing his computer and directly turned around to stare at Fang Qiu with mischievousness.

Zhu Benzheng, the oldest, who had been reading at the desk behind Fang Qiu, adopted a more straightforward method. He simply turned his chair around and gazed at Fang Qiu silently, anxiously waiting for him to play.

"You guys, well, OK, I'll just play one piece!"

Seeing the scene, Fang Qiu put down his book in resignation and said brazenly, "Today, I will let you hear what is the real sound of nature!"

"Humph..."

The three snorted at the same time.

Fang Qiu took a brief moment to organize his feelings, and then clasped both hands and started to play a song.

Five minutes later, all three were wearing the same intoxicated expression.

Seeing this, Fang Qiu knew that for now, he could no longer stay in this dorm quietly. So he put all the books he had borrowed from the library back into his schoolbag and headed out towards the library.

"Snap!"

The sound of the door shutting woke the three up from their intoxicated state.

The three simply gazed at one another in utter amazement.

After a long time, Sun Hao, the third oldest, asked gingerly, "Say, after tomorrow night, our youngest will get how many love letters? Will they be enough to fill the whole of our dorm?"

Zhu Benzheng, the oldest, and Zhou Xiaotian, the fourth oldest, seriously considered it for a moment and then nodded at the same time and answered, "Probably more than that."

"My goodness, how come our dorm has such a talented guy. He isn't just the youngest, but the most bewitching!"

Sun Hao looked as if he had lost his heart and soul. He clenched his chest and said, "How will we ever get girlfriends in the future? Look at the face of the youngest. Look at the talent he has to attract girls. We're all living in his shadow now. When we walk alongside the youngest, no girls will look at us!"

Hearing those words, Zhu Benzheng and Zhou Xiaotian both nodded resolutely.

Sun Hao still thought this was not enough. He added, "That won't do. I have to ask the youngest to teach me how to play the hand flute. Even if I cannot be a brilliant player like him, as long as I master thirty per cent of his techniques, I'll be able to pick any girl I like!"

Zhu Benzheng and Zhou Xiaotian nodded simultaneously again, their eyes gleaming.

As the three were plotting secretly, Fang Qiu was strolling in the rain in Jiangnan.

The rain of Jiangnan was as light as silk and as soft as cotton.

The pleasure of walking in such rain was beyond words.

Soon, Fang Qiu arrived at the circulation desk of the library and handed over the books and his library card to the middle-aged librarian at the entrance.

The middle-aged man obviously remembered Fang Qiu.

He had borrowed so many ancient books so soon after the semester started, it made him hard to forget.

Seeing that Fang Qiu returned all the books he had borrowed that morning, the middle-aged man smirked and asked, "Is it because those books are so involved and abstruse that you no longer want to read them and turned them back?"

"No, it isn't."

Fang Qiu shook his head and answered, "I've finished reading them."

"Finished?"

Halfway through sorting out the books, the middle-aged man gave a sudden pause. He shot an astonished look at Fang Qiu, but then broke into laughter, "Kid, it's not good of you to tell lies."

Fang Qiu smiled but did not reply.

The middle-aged man drew out one of the books at random, gently fondled its cover, and suddenly demanded, "One inch down the seventh joint of the back is called the Shigu point. When it is hit, the victim will spit phlegm and blood for ten months before he dies. How to cure this?"

Fang Qiu's eyes suddenly glinted.

Eying the middle-aged man from head to toe, he answered, "First take the Add-subtract Soup, add three grams of Eucommia and three grams of Rhizoma Drynariae, and then take three or four doses of Life-Clutching Elixir."

As he was speaking, he ignored the Bonesetting Summaries the middle-aged man was holding but drew out the Traumatology Prescriptions from the stack of ancient books and stared at the middle-aged man beamingly.

Seeing the book Fang Qiu picked out, the eyes of the middle-aged man instantly shone brighter.

He straightened up, becoming fully intrigued.

The question he asked was not from the Bonesetting Summaries but the Traumatology Prescriptions. He took the wrong book out on purpose.

He never expected this kid to answer his question. What was more, he even picked out the correct book.

"Amazing!"

For the first time, the middle-aged man became eager to question someone about the books. Having spent so many years in the library, this was the first time he had come across such an intelligent student.

"For men, Qi turns left. It is easy to cure the injured upper parts, but difficult to cure the down parts, because Yang Qi rises up. And for women?"

Fang Qiu composedly drew out the Traumatology Achievements and answered, "For women, Blood turns right. It is easy to cure the injured down parts, but difficult to cure the upper parts, because Yin Blood comes down."

"What's the solution?" asked the middle-aged man.

"First soak Fructus Amomi and drink its soup with Ji Li powders, and then, take the Qi-guiding and Blood-activating Soup, and the sugared Flower Alcohol as well as five Wounds-healing Pills," replied Fang Qiu.

"Most cases with head injuries where the brains spill out are difficult to cure; cases with bones turned green are the same. If bones and flesh at other positions are smashed, what's the solution?"

"Apply the Pain-emptying Powders on the injured parts, and take five or six doses of the Wind-dispelling and Qi-regulating Soup. When the wound heals, take the Blood-replenishing and Qi-guiding Soup. If symptoms of tetanus, trismus or opisthotonos appear, immediately take the Flying-dragon Life-Clutching Soup."

Fang Qiu pulled out the Secret Prescriptions for Fall Injuries.

"The horizontal bones over the heart are also called Renzi Bones. From bottom up, a man with the first joint injured will die in one year; a man with the second joint injured will die in two years; a man with the third joint injured will die in three years. This point corresponds to the lungs. Once injured, the patient is bound to spit blood and cough. Those who are severely injured in the chest and back will develop phlegm-fire and body-weakness. Injuries in the left breast incur coughs; injuries in the right breast incur hiccups. When the chest and the hypochondrium are both hurt, what's the solution?"

"The Li Dong Pill and the Three Precious Yellow Wax Pill are both applicable, and then take the Lung-regulating Dose to close the practice!"

Fang Qiu drew out the Traumatology Amendments.

"Haha, not bad!" said the middle-aged man with a hearty laugh. He just asked four questions in a row, and the kid before him not only answered the questions without any hitches but also picked out the four corresponding books.

Even when he deliberately held the wrong book to mislead the kid during the first question, the kid still found the correct book.

What did all this mean?

It meant that the student already knew those books by heart.

What a smart student!

"Could you tell me who you are?" asked Fang Qiu with complete respect.

He could not believe that the middle-aged man in front of him was just a librarian.

This man was able to repeat the contents in each book and judge the correctness of his answers, which was enough to demonstrate that he was not an ordinary guy.

Fang Qiu's brilliant memory came from his martial practices. However, he could not detect any aura of martial arts in this man.

If his great memory was not a result of martial practices, then who was this man?

"I'm just an administrator who works here for a living. I simply have a smart brain, and that's all," said the middle-aged man briefly, smiling.

Fang Qiu obviously didn't buy it. But since the middle-aged man did not want to say more, he did not pose more questions. However, from now on, he knew the middle-aged man was not an average man.

And the middle-aged man also realized that Fang Qiu was not ordinary either.

After handing the library card back to Fang Qiu, the middle-aged man took a look at the pile of ancient books and contemplated for a moment before saying, "On the third shelf in the Orthopedics Zone, at the bottom tier facing the south, the eighty-second book counting from the east-Traumatology Gist."

"Yes?"

Fang Qiu looked at the middle-aged man, puzzled, not knowing what to do next.

"If you'd like to read more ancient books on orthopedics, I suggest you read that one."

After finishing these words, the middle-aged man paid no more attention to Fang Qiu and went back to attend his own business.

Fang Qiu cast a thoughtful look at the middle-aged man, and considered his suggestion for a few seconds before entering the library.

The middle-aged man was watching Fang Qiu's back profile with some sort of expectation.

"Eighty... Eighty-one... Eighty-two!"

At the place where the middle-aged man had told him, Fang Qiu really found the book titled Traumatology Gist.

As he picked up the book which appeared to have been there for so long without being touched , he grew more confused.

"Who on earth is that middle-aged man?"

"Could he just be an ordinary librarian?"

"Only those that are very familiar with the library can possibly tell me the accurate position of a book."

"And most librarians can't even do that."

With those puzzles in mind, Fang Qiu opened the book and looked through its content. On the whole, there was nothing special in this book.

It was similar to other ancient books on orthopedics.

"If so, the middle-aged man would not have recommended it to me."

He flipped through the pages again.

All of a sudden, a page fell out of the book.

Fang Qiu Immediately reached out and caught that page with his right hand at lightning speed.

His heart was beating fast.

"Did I damage it? This is an ancient book, probably the only one in the world. If I broke it, no way could I afford the fine with little money in my pocket!"

Taking another careful look carefully, it turned out to be a blank page.

But there was no sign of it being torn off.

Fang Qiu finally heaved a sigh in relief.

It seemed that this paper had been placed in this book.

Just when he was about to put it back into the book, his finger touched the center of this page and he froze on the spot as if having an electronic shock.

Fang Qiu stared at the seemingly blank page in astonishment.