"Alright, alright, alright, you’re not sick, okay? I’m the one who’s sick. Will you come with me to the hospital?" Megan Brooks coaxed Ethan Cooper as if she were soothing a child.

Unexpectedly, Ethan Cooper replied with a straight face, "You don’t need to go to the hospital for your illness. I can treat you!"

Megan Brooks was speechless. She had just said it casually, but he actually took it seriously, acting like he could fix anything with a hammer and needle. Half joking, half serious, she teased him, "Then tell me, what illness do I have?"

"Hold out your hand!" Ethan Cooper made a very formal inviting gesture.

Megan Brooks originally didn’t want to play along, but it was just after hospital hours, and she had plenty of time. She wasn’t going to eat anyway, so she might as well. So... she held out her hand.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth spread through her, making Megan Brooks shiver involuntarily. She looked down and saw Ethan Cooper seriously placing three fingers on her wrist. Was he taking her pulse? A teenage kid taking pulses—what a joke! But looking at Ethan Cooper’s earnest face, she didn’t dare laugh, so she just let him mess around.

Ethan Cooper didn’t care what she was thinking. He closed his eyes slightly, and his three fingers pressed gently but firmly on her cun, guan, and chi points. At first, the pressure was light. After about a minute, it became a bit heavier. In the end, Megan Brooks felt his fingers tighten. Having seen old Chinese doctors before, she finally sensed there was something to it, and looked at Ethan Cooper in surprise. Whether he was a real doctor or not, just this act was enough to impress people.

Didn’t you see how Miss Su was left completely stunned?

After taking her pulse, Ethan Cooper asked to see Megan Brooks’s tongue coating. After going through all this, he finally nodded and stopped.

"Doctor Gu, so? Did you diagnose anything?" Megan Brooks still didn’t believe that a young man under twenty could tell what was wrong with her just by feeling her pulse and looking at her tongue, so her tone was teasing.

"Your pulse is wiry, and your tongue coating is dark red with a hint of purple. This indicates stagnation of liver qi and disharmony of qi and blood."

Megan Brooks felt her head spinning. "Why are you using all that old-fashioned jargon? Just tell me what’s wrong!"

Ethan Cooper held up two fingers. "One is dysmenorrhea, the other is leukorrheal disease! The dysmenorrhea has lasted nearly ten years, and the leukorrheal issue is recent, caused by eating spicy food and overexertion, which led to a yin-yang imbalance..."

"What’s leukorrheal disease?"

"It’s a women’s lower-body illness! In modern terms... a gynecological disease!" Ethan Cooper recalled what he’d read in a medical journal the night before.

Hearing this, Megan Brooks’s pretty face turned as red as a monkey’s bottom. She wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it, and muttered in a low voice, "I told you to be direct, but not THAT direct!"

No need to guess—judging by her tone, Ethan Cooper had hit the nail on the head.

Hearing her complaint, Ethan Cooper felt wronged. If he was subtle, she didn’t get it; if he was direct, she couldn’t take it. That old saying, "Only women and petty men are hard to deal with,"—if that’s wrong, may lightning strike!

Seeing that Ethan Cooper had gotten it right and then fell silent, Megan Brooks grew anxious. "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and tell me how to treat it!"

"Gynecological issues are easy to treat: one prescription, plus washing with warm water, and paying attention to hygiene, diet, and rest. That’s all. But as for the dysmenorrhea, that’s a bit more troublesome, since it’s been going on for ten years!"

"Troublesome?" Megan Brooks felt a bit disheartened. She’d seen doctors for her dysmenorrhea before, but it always came and went.

"It’s not that troublesome. It just requires acupuncture and herbal medicine for conditioning. The process is a bit long, that’s all. Don’t worry, sis, I’ll take care of your illness!"

"Really?" Megan Brooks asked in surprise. Ten years of dysmenorrhea, once a month, at least two days each time—just imagine how painful that was. Now, hearing there was hope for a cure, how could she not be overjoyed?

"Yes!" Ethan Cooper nodded solemnly, then asked cautiously, "So, sis, do you still want to take me to the hospital?"

Megan Brooks hadn’t expected Ethan Cooper to be so sharp. Her real intentions hadn’t escaped him, so she answered honestly, "Ethan Cooper, last night I accidentally bumped into you. Seeing how you were sometimes normal and sometimes acting crazy, I was really worried. Will you come with me for a checkup? Maybe a CT scan or something else. If you’re sick, we’ll treat it; if not, at least we’ll have peace of mind, okay?"

Ethan Cooper really didn’t want to go to the hospital, but hearing Megan Brooks speak so sincerely, he couldn’t bear to refuse, so he reluctantly agreed.

Chapter 9: So What If You Drive a Bentley

After dinner, Megan Brooks drove Ethan Cooper to the City People’s Hospital.

It was only then that Ethan Cooper truly experienced the prosperity and bustle of this modern metropolis: towering skyscrapers, city dwellers hurrying along the sidewalks, endless streams of cars on the avenues. Even sitting inside the car, Ethan Cooper could sense the city’s atmosphere—one of urgency and crisis.

This city was so developed that Ethan Cooper couldn’t help but feel excited. He’d already learned from reading last night that this was a socialist society—no classes, no dictators, no war, no oppression or exploitation. Everyone was equal. Whether man or woman, as long as you had ability, anyone could shine and succeed. For someone like him, who had always felt unfulfilled, wasn’t this the best opportunity?