Chapter 136: Prescriptions Worth a Thousand Gold

Yunan Wellness Center.

Zhou Fuqu, dressed in a white chiffon blouse, slim-fit black trousers, carrying a red Chanel bag, and clicking along in silver high heels, walked into Lu Feng’s clinic.

Hearing someone enter, Lu Feng glanced up, then looked back down and asked, "Is your grandfather feeling unwell again?"

"It’s me this time." Zhou Fuqu sat down in the chair, crossed her excessively long and beautiful legs, and leaned back elegantly.

"What’s wrong?" Lu Feng asked.

"The usual."

"The usual?" Lu Feng didn't immediately recall what she meant, but after a second, he realized. "Oh, menstrual cramps?"

"If you know, don't say it so loudly!" Zhou Fuqu lowered her voice.

"A medical condition needs to be stated clearly, otherwise how can I prescribe the right treatment? There’s no one else here, don't worry," Lu Feng replied.

Zhou Fuqu leaned back, twirling a stray lock of hair near her ear with her finger. "The red bean medicinal pillow does ease the pain, but I can't carry one around with me every second of the day. Is there a better way to cure these cramps?"

"There is," Lu Feng said with a firm nod.

Zhou Fuqu immediately sat up, excited, and pressed, "What is it? Medication or acupuncture?"

Lu Feng rested his chin on his clasped hands, looked at her excitement, and smiled slightly. "Get married and have a baby."

Zhou Fuqu frowned immediately, feigning anger. "I'm not joking with you!"

"I'm not joking either. For the vast majority of women who suffer from menstrual cramps, the condition disappears naturally after giving birth," Lu Feng explained.

Zhou Fuqu sank back into her chair, looking disappointed. She massaged her brow and said helplessly, "I don't want to get married. Isn't there any other way to treat it?"

Lu Feng spread his hands. "Ultimately, menstrual cramps aren't considered an illness, so there’s no such thing as a 'cure.' Whether you take medicine or use a pillow, it’s all just pain management."

Zhou Fuqu had been very busy lately. To gain a foothold within the Zhou family, she had to work harder than the men, leading to immense pressure which only exacerbated her cramps. Fortunately, she used the red bean pillow on her lower abdomen every night; otherwise, the pain would be too much to even sleep.

"It goes away after giving birth?" she asked, still rubbing her brow.

"To be precise, it stops as soon as you get pregnant, because you stop having your period. How could it hurt then?" Lu Feng said with a touch of humor.

Zhou Fuqu took a deep breath. After a long silence, she said slowly, "Help me have a child."

"What did you say?" Lu Feng thought he had misheard.

Zhou Fuqu took another deep breath and repeated, "I said, help me have a child."

Lu Feng swallowed hard. "I'm not an obstetrician; I’m afraid I can’t help with that."

"Don't play dumb. I'm asking you to get me pregnant," Zhou Fuqu rolled her eyes at him.

Lu Feng was shocked by the suggestion. He gave an awkward laugh and said, "Isn't that something you should ask your boyfriend for?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Then go to a sperm bank."

"I just happen to like your genes," she said, leaning her chin on her hand and pointing at him with a lazy, charming smile.

Lu Feng’s cheek twitched. He gave a dry laugh. "I can't treat this 'condition'."

"I'm not asking you to take responsibility. Shouldn't men be excited about something that doesn't require commitment? Or are you saying you don't find me beautiful enough?" Zhou Fuqu teased playfully.

If anyone said Zhou Fuqu wasn't beautiful, they were surely blind.

Lu Feng coughed twice and straightened his expression. "Ahem... I still have other patients to see. If there's nothing else, you should go."

"There are no other patients here. Just me," she said, tapping her nose with a slender finger.

Lu Feng uncapped his pen and began writing a prescription. "Fine, I’ll write you a prescription. It will help manage the pain. Take one dose a day or two before your period, and another whenever you feel the pain coming on."

Zhou Fuqu looked at him with a strange, amused smile. "You don't look very old, so how are you so well-versed in women's matters? Did you grow up surrounded by women?"

Lu Feng coughed again, his tone serious. "A doctor must be knowledgeable about all kinds of difficult and complicated cases."

"I was just joking, don't be so serious," she smiled.

Lu Feng quickly finished the prescription and handed it to her. "Take this and go get the medicine."

Zhou Fuqu tucked the prescription into her bag but made no move to leave.

"Anything else?" Lu Feng asked.

She spun the chair around, thought for a moment, and said, "I've heard some news about your master's sect. Do you mind if I ask about it?"

"I do," Lu Feng said firmly.

"But I've already heard quite a bit. Don't you want to know why someone is investigating your background?"

"Fine, go ahead."

Zhou Fuqu smiled knowingly. "I heard your sect is Yunshan. At first, I didn't know what kind of entity Yunshan was, but after asking around, I realized you are a descendant of the Medicine King. That’s a big deal. I heard the 'Golden Recipes' at Yunshan are different from the ones circulating in the outside world. Is that true?"

Lu Feng remained non-committal. It was true that Yunshan possessed the complete 'Golden Recipes,' but Su Dao'an had taken them out over a decade ago.

"Well, even if you don't say it, I can guess. The news I heard is that someone is after the other half of the 'Golden Recipes' that hasn't been passed down, so consider this a friendly warning," Zhou Fuqu said.

Lu Feng’s brows knit together.

Seeing his reaction, Zhou Fuqu knew she had his attention. She fell silent, wanting to whet his appetite.

Very few people knew about the existence of the complete 'Golden Recipes' at Yunshan. Aside from Su Dao'an, the Su sisters, and Lu Feng himself, only the old man who never left the mountain knew. How could the news have leaked?

"Are you done?" Lu Feng stared at her.

"No."

"Then keep going."

"Before I continue, I need you to do me a favor," she said.

"If it's the baby favor, I can't help you," Lu Feng said immediately.

She rolled her eyes. "I was joking, and you actually took it seriously. I meant, if you intend to develop the value of the complete 'Golden Recipes,' can you consider partnering with me first?"

Lu Feng frowned. "You want the 'Golden Recipes' too?"

Zhou Fuqu shook her head. "Not 'want'—I want to cooperate. I don't want the recipes themselves, but we could partner to start a pharmaceutical company. You could contribute the 'Golden Recipes' technology as your share."

Lu Feng pondered this, brow furrowed.

Zhou Fuqu continued, "I know traditional Chinese medicine families cherish their prescriptions, but this is a new century. There are many ways to protect formulas—like filing for patents. Though patents have time limits and require disclosure, which leads to imitation. Besides, your ambition isn't just to run a wellness center, is it? If you want to enter the medical field, this is a step you have to take."