"Old man, please give me another checkup. I think I have an incurable disease."

"You don't need a checkup anymore, you brat. You're not sick at all. Don't worry. You just have a cut on your leg caused by shattered glass. It's not a big deal."

"Really? But I still feel dizzy, and my head is ringing. l keep hearing someone saying something strange next to my ears."

Recently, Francis Yang was really depressed.

Ever since he stepped on a broken glass bead next to the remote Herbal Temple on the mountain, he began to run out of luck. He constantly heard an old man mumbling something strange in his ears every night. This situation had lasted for a whole week, and he was on the brink of going insane. He had no choice but to seek help from his incredible master.

"Nonsense, I'm sure you're fine! You brat, are you trying to give an excuse not to go back to Tarnov City? I'm telling you, I did exactly what your father requested when he entrusted you to me, which was to teach you martial arts as well as medical skills. Now... you should quickly go back home to your beautiful fiancée." 

What 'beautiful fiancée'? Francis was pretty sure his master was waiting for him to leave so he could watch p*rn uninterrupted. 

He couldn't help but grumble under his breath. 

Even so, he would never say that aloud.

Others might not know about this old man, but Francis knew him well. He didn't know how, but the old man was highly skilled in martial arts and was a miraculously skilled doctor as well. If it weren't for the fact that his dead father and the old man's son were sworn brothers, Francis was sure that the old man would never care about him. He would've long perished in the Yang family.

Right then, the old man was happily munching on the roast chicken that Francis had just bought, his other hand casually checking Francis's pulse. Soon after, he announced that Francis was in good shape, and asked him to go back to his hometown in Central Coast City if he had nothing to do.

"Old man, no matter what, I have to thank you for teaching me so many things. By the way, what do you think of this roast chicken?" Francis said in an attempt to please him.

"It's so-so, not bad though..."

Speaking of this, the old man swiftly felt that something was wrong.

"You brat! How dare you poison me!" With that, the old man pulled up his pants and rushed to the toilet immediately in a hurry, his steps slightly unstable.

As he darted out, Francis couldn't help bursting into laughter, "Jesus, I've finally succeeded once..."

He had tried poisoning the old man's food for more than 80 times including this time. Every time, the old man would see through his trick and then proceed to beat him up. He didn't expect to finally succeed that day.

On the other hand, the old man was having a rough time in the bathroom. He gave a loud roar, "Francis, you brat. Stay there and you just wait..."

"Wait for you to beat me up? Haha! I'm not a fool to just wait here!" 

With that, Francis tidied up his clothes hurriedly and descended the mountain with lightning speed. He panted heavily along the way, "Master, our relationship as master and disciple has come to an end. I still have worldly attachments, so I'll descend first..."

After he left, the old man walked out of the toilet as if nothing had happened. He chuckled.

"If I didn't pretend to be tricked, how on earth would I be able to make you leave on your own?"

......

A silver-white bullet train traveled speedily on the railway, passing through an endless stretch of lush greenery as though a flash of lightning weaving amongst the mountains.

"The train ticket fares have increased. 300 yuan for a second-class semi-cushioned seat!" Although the tickets were expensive, Francis didn't complain excessively as he was still considered lucky. There was a beauty who sat beside him.

After all, men prioritized looks, and Francis was no exception.

While he was drinking water, he stole a glance at the beauty on the right. The fragrance of her perfume tingled his senses and attracted his gaze. 

She looked like she was in her twenties just like him, and was probably a university student. 

Her long hair was slightly curled, her face exquisite and gorgeous. She looked similar to the celebrity in television shows, Yanka Kao. Wearing a light blue silk dress exposing her slender arms, her skin was fair and smooth, as though a slight touch would pierce through the surface of her skin. When she lowered her head, her long hair swayed and slid smoothly over her shoulders. In short, she was delicate and graceful, encapsulating the beauty a woman of the South Region of Country C should possess.

To be able to come across such an exquisite beauty was rare here, let alone for a man like Francis who came from the rural Yang family. 

What impressed Francis the most was her eyes, which were large and dreamy as though they contained all the stars from the cloudless night sky. As her pupils darted around, Francis could picture them as lively fish in the ocean, swimming around freely and energetically. It added a sense of livelihood to her already attractive face, possibly the only hint that she didn't just walk out of a painting. 

"Ah."

All of a sudden, she frowned slightly, her eyebrows tightly knitted together. 

Francis was shocked. Initially, she looked as though everything in her life was going well and the way she wanted it to. Now that she was frowning, he could notice that her luck today was about to run out. 

It was most likely that she would bleed today, probably from an accident or from an injury. 

"Hey beauty, I suspect that you'll somehow be bleeding today, so be aware!" Francis felt kind enough to give her a piece of advice. 

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished his sentence, her face turned as red as a tomato. She turned around and glared at him ferociously. The next thing he knew, she shouted at him, "B*stard!"

Her voice was as sweet as honey. Even when she was scolding someone, it sounded so pleasant to the ear.

B*stard?

What? How? 

Francis was dumbstruck. He was solely trying to remind her out of goodwill, but why would she reprimand him?

As the old saying went, "One would rather offend a gentleman than a villain." It would be best for him to stay away from this woman just in case! 

He wouldn't want to offend someone he shouldn't! 

"Forget it! I'll just leave you alone as you wanted, since you disregard my kindness anyways!" Francis closed his eyes and tried to sleep. 

However, it was only a while when he abruptly heard someone crying out miserably.

Francis turned his head towards the sound and saw the beauty stumbling towards the bathroom. He seemed to notice a small trail of blood flowing from her inner thigh in her skirt when she stood up. 

This...

He instantly understood.

"D*mn it. No wonder she called me a b*stard! Turns out that today is her first day of menstruation!" Francis immediately felt embarrassed. With his advice just now, he was definitely going to be deemed a pervert no matter what. There was no way he could attempt to explain his way out either.  

About ten minutes later, she returned to her seat, beads of sweat decorating her forehead. Francis shut his eyes and pretended to sleep to avoid the awkward silence. 

Nevertheless, he could occasionally hear her groaning beside him softly, her voice finding its way into his ears and into his mind. 

It truly made his imagination run wild.

Suddenly, Francis exclaimed, "Ow! What?"

He felt someone grabbing his arm abruptly. 

He opened his eyes and only saw the beauty next to him grabbing his hand with trembling fingers. She had broken into a cold sweat, beads of sweat dripping from her face and down her neck. Francis' eyes widened at her, amazed at how she could still remain so elegant despite looking in pain. 

She stared at Francis with a pitiful look and pleaded, "Excuse me, I ... I feel terrible. Please help me..."