"So what kind of condition do you have? Appendicitis?"

Seeing Tang Rou hesitating and unwilling to speak, Lin Feng grew anxious. They were out here alone, and if anything happened to Tang Rou, he, as a man, would be overwhelmed with guilt.

"No..."

"Have you felt this pain before?"

"I have."

"Uh... if you've felt it before, then you should know what it is, right? You have to tell me the cause."

Lin Feng was somewhat speechless. When he used to cultivate his Inner Strength to the third level, his memory became incredibly sharp, and his medical talents fully emerged. Now, even though his Inner Strength had barely reached the second level, he was confident he could cure some ailments with his retained memories.

"I... I have dysmenorrhea..."

In the darkness, Tang Rou felt as if Lin Feng was looking at her. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

Damn it... Lin Feng slapped his forehead. A girl with stomach pain, it's such a classic scenario! How could I have forgotten? I really shouldn't have!

He waited a moment. Sensing no movement from the girl opposite him, Lin Feng instantly understood. Tang Rou hadn't spoken up because she was shy.

"AHEM... Tang Rou, menstrual pain is perfectly normal for girls, so there's no need to be shy. Um, brown sugar water would help, but we don't have any here. Still, there are other ways to relieve the pain. You could try massaging your Bloody Sea acupoint."

Lin Feng spoke earnestly. Once cultivation reached the third level of Inner Strength, the gates of medical knowledge would open. Information about the human body's meridians, skeletal structure, acupoints, Dantian, and so on, would be imprinted in the mind. At that point, learning traditional Chinese medicine would essentially become intuitive in a short time, especially in areas like acupuncture and massage therapy.

Lin Feng had studied Chinese medicine before; he was the most skilled physician in the White Wolf Mercenary Squad. Therefore, he possessed effective methods for treating many stubborn illnesses.

"Bloody Sea acupoint?"

Hearing this unfamiliar term, Tang Rou was slightly taken aback. I didn't expect the seemingly carefree Lin Feng to know so much, even how to help girls with menstrual pain...

"Yes, the Bloody Sea acupoint is on your inner thigh. Just massage it gently until you feel a slight sensation of pressure or fullness. Your stomach pain should then lessen or even disappear," Lin Feng explained.

With that, he took out his phone and switched on its flashlight.

The sudden light made Tang Rou even more bashful. She was wearing shorts and, following Lin Feng's instructions, tried to massage the inner part of her right thigh. But after trying for some time, her stomach pain hadn't eased at all.

"You're not doing it right, and you haven't found the exact spot. Let me."

Before Tang Rou could react, Lin Feng had already extended his right hand, precisely located her Bloody Sea acupoint, and begun to gently massage it.

Tang Rou was initially startled and extremely nervous by Lin Feng's sudden action. But as he expertly found the Bloody Sea acupoint and began to massage it, she gradually felt the pain in her lower abdomen lessen with the rhythm of his movements.

"It really is better... Lin Feng, how do you know all this?" Tang Rou asked.

"HEHE... Read some books... I know a little, just a little," Lin Feng replied modestly.

They exchanged a look, and just as they were preparing to go to sleep, Tang Rou suddenly cried out. Her stomach was hurting again.

"Is the pain still coming in waves?" Lin Feng quickly asked, seeing her condition.

"Yes..." Tang Rou responded. Under the light, her face was already beaded with sweat from the pain.

Seeing Tang Rou's pained expression, Lin Feng felt a pang of distress. He knew if this continued, she would only suffer more. He decided immediately, "This won't do. I have to find a clinic to get you some pain relief."

"But it's raining outside... and it's five in the morning. How can we even get down there?" Tang Rou was deeply moved by his words, but she also knew that finding a clinic in this suburban area, especially at this hour, would likely be very difficult.

"I'll carry you on my back. We'll leave our things here for now; I'll come back for them after we get you treated." As he spoke, Lin Feng pulled a spacious travel coat from his bag and draped it over Tang Rou.

"What are you doing?" Tang Rou asked, surprised.

"With your stomach pain, you must avoid getting cold and soaked by the rain. Wearing this will be better."

Watching Lin Feng drape the coat over her, Tang Rou's eyes welled with tears; she was incredibly moved. Apart from my father, Tang Zhendong, he's the first man to ever treat me this kindly.

The rain outside the tent was gradually easing, but venturing out without an umbrella would still mean getting drenched to the bone in minutes.

Lin Feng got Tang Rou onto his back, her entire body enveloped in his large coat. She held her phone, using its screen as a makeshift light to illuminate the path for him.

The sensation of two soft mounds pressing against his back made Lin Feng stiffen for a second, but only for a moment. He quickly pushed aside any distracting thoughts, and carrying Tang Rou, he dashed out of the tent.

When they ascended the mountain earlier, Lin Feng had deliberately memorized the route. I remember there's a village at the foot of the mountain, but I don't know if it has a clinic. And even if it does, at this hour, the chances of it being open are nil. We'll just have to knock on someone's door.

"Lin Feng, are you tired?" Tang Rou asked considerately, hearing his heavy breathing. "Maybe you can put me down for a bit? The pain isn't as bad now."

"You don't even weigh a hundred pounds. Carrying you down the mountain is no problem at all. Just stay still on my back, and don't move around," Lin Feng replied.

To Lin Feng, Tang Rou's weight was indeed insignificant. Back in the army, he had been punished by Xue Qinghan: forced to carry a 110-pound (50 kg) pack and run a 15-mile (25 km) cross-country course against the clock, all without issue. Tang Rou's weight, by comparison, was child's play.

At five in the morning, Lin Feng hurried along the rainy mountain path with Tang Rou on his back. Lying there, Tang Rou caught Lin Feng's unique scent. A honey-like sweetness spread through her heart, and she even forgot her pain.

Perhaps, in the future, if I go abroad and marry someone else, I will still cherish the memory of this rainy night for the rest of my life.

Along the way, Tang Rou thoughtfully wiped the sweat from Lin Feng's brow and kept urging him to slow down. Lin Feng would just agree, but his pace, far from slowing, actually quickened.

Finally, after walking in the rain for nearly an hour, they descended Zhizi Mountain and entered the village at its base.

People in rural areas tend to wake up early. It was just past six in the morning; some houses already had lights on, and occasionally, they would pass people on their way to the early market.

After asking a passerby, Lin Feng learned that there was no clinic in this village; the nearest one was in the neighboring town. He felt a surge of frustration.

He could feel Tang Rou on his back, bravely enduring the pain to keep him from worrying, and his heart ached for her. "Alright then," he said, "let's go to that house over there with the lights on. We can ask for some warm water, and if they happen to have brown sugar water, that would be even better..."

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