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Chapter 75 Taoist Medicine: Healing the Heart, Not the Body
Mingkui.

This name.

It brought back Lu Qingfei's childhood memories.

The winter when I was seven years old was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered and fell on the eaves and treetops, covering the park with a pure white blanket of snow.

Young Lu Qingfei hugged her knees with her hands and buried her head in her arms, the cool breeze blowing her hair.

The sound of rustling footsteps rang in my ears.

Lu Qingfei raised his head and saw a little girl standing in front of him, wearing a pink cotton coat, with a delicate figure and a delicate face.

Her eyes were bright and dark, pure and clean, staring at him.

The sunlight shone on Lu Qingfei's cheeks, making her skin crystal clear, delicate and beautiful like a porcelain doll.

Two little girls of the same age stared at each other for a long time in the heavy snow, and no one spoke until a gust of wind blew.

"A-choo!" Lu Qingfei sneezed and hugged his arms.

The little girl suddenly asked her: "Don't you like winter?"

Lu Qingfei said in a muffled voice: "... Yeah."

"why?"

“Because it’s cold and cruel.”

The little girl handed the popsicle to Lu Qingfei and said in a loud voice: "If you don't like it, then eat it! Eat it up and you won't be cold in winter!"

Lu Qingfei lowered his head and looked at her.

In the snowy weather below zero, the little girl was not frostbitten and her cheeks were rosy, so Lu Qingfei believed her words.

Eat up the winter and you won’t be cold.

Lu Qingfei breathed out the cold air and crushed the popsicle bit by bit.

After eating, it became even colder.

She folded her hands on her knees and accused in a trembling voice: "You are a liar!"

The little girl sat beside him imitating Lu Qingfei's posture and said in a childish voice, "I'm not lying to you. Every time I run back to the orphanage after eating, I feel very warm!"

Lu Qingfei turned his head to look at her: "What is an orphanage?"

The little girl answered: "An orphanage is a home for children without parents."

Lu Qingfei said: "I don't have parents, is that still my home?"

"Of course! We'll be a family from now on!"

Lu Qingfei: "My name is Lu Qingfei, what's your name?"

"sixteen."

"Isn't sixteen a number?" Lu Qingfei said, "Names are not numbers."

The little girl asked innocently, "Isn't it?"

Lu Qingfei: “No.”

The little girl lowered her eyes, a little frustrated: "Then I don't have a name."

After a moment of silence, Lu Qingfei said, "Mingkui."

The little girl looked up and looked at her in confusion.

"Your name is Mingkui." Lu Qingfei whispered softly, "Tomorrow's sunflower represents hope and growth towards the sun."

The little girl said happily: "My name is Mingkui!"

"Ok!"

Before the ice completely melted, Mingkui took Lu Qingfei back to the orphanage.

Mingkui ran out secretly and couldn't be discovered, so the two of them sneaked into the room.

Ming Kui asked quietly: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, do you feel warmer?"

Lu Qingfei felt the warmth coming out of the air conditioner and blinked.

Being warm doesn't seem to have anything to do with eating ice.

Lu Qingfei felt sleepy. She clasped her hands together on the right side of her cheek and made a sleeping gesture.

Mingkui pulled back the quilt, and the two little girls huddled in the quilt and had a good, warm sleep in the winter.

Not long after that, Lu Qingfei officially became a member of the orphanage and had his own little quilt.

But she still preferred to hide under the quilt with Mingkui, in their own world, whispering in low voices, with no one to disturb them and no one to know.

They see the flowers in spring, get wet in the rain in midsummer, climb to pick fruits in the autumn sky, and run in the snow in winter.

I thought life would go on like this.

Until Mingkui's illness broke out, the people in the orphanage did not allow Lu Qingfei to sleep with her anymore. Mingkui suffered from a congenital disease, her parents abandoned her, and no one was willing to adopt her. She just lived in the orphanage day after day.

In early summer, the fragrant gardenia blooms leisurely, and the bitter air is mixed with the sweet floral scent.

Mingkui was lying on the hospital bed. Her usual bright smile was gone, and only a pair of bright eyes remained on her thin, pale face.

Lu Qingfei frowned and choked up, "I thought you were going to die."

Ming Kui forced a bright smile and said to her: "No one wants me to live, so I'd better die early."

"I think."

Nine-year-old Lu Qingfei's eyes were extremely firm, reflecting the light of gemstones. She said, "I want you to live."

They stared at each other for a long time. Ming Kui's eyes revealed a strong will, and she said word by word: "I will live for you."

If you want me to live.

Then I will live for you.

The agreement between the two girls was sincere and passionate, warming up countless cold days.

That New Year, the two wrote their wishes on paper, stuffed them into a small glass bottle, and hung it on the branches of a peach tree in the orphanage. Under the soft moonlight, the gentle night breeze, the ringing of bells, and the flying of wishes.

"May she be free from disease and misfortune, happy and worry-free."

"Absolutely, absolutely cannot leave her alone."

Mingkui still broke his promise.

She didn't keep her promise.

An autumn when the leaves fall and everything withers.

The prayer bottle fell off and poured onto the ground. The moment it shattered, Mingkui died.

The ward was filled with regret, wailing and crying.

Eleven-year-old Lu Qingfei did not shed tears. She looked calmly at the straight line on the electrocardiogram and thought:

Fortunately it is not winter.
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Ding Dong!

The new message that popped up pulled Lu Qingfei back from the memories that were buried deep in the sea.

Weize: Sister!

Wei Ze: Experiments have proven that Bigu Pills can indeed cure bulimia!

Lu Qingfei clicked on the link sent by Wei Ze with his white fingers. It was an experimental report.

She sold two Bigu Pills, Li Wu ate one, and she still had the other one.

The netizen who bought the Bigu Pills saw that they could cure bulimia and sensed a business opportunity. He rummaged through boxes and drawers to find the Bigu Pills discarded in a corner and then sold them to the experimental institution.

Professionals gathered together to make full use of a bigu pill, successfully completed the experiment and wrote this report.

Conclusion: Bigu Pills can indeed cure bulimia, but the principle is unknown. There is nothing special about its composition.

[I told you! How could Li Wu lie to me! Goddess Wu, never lie to me!]

[My family in the live studio is celebrating the New Year again! Light the firecrackers, set off the fireworks, and be arrogant! ]

[Some people appear to be anchors, but are actually calligraphers or doctors! ]

[I'm sorry, my voice was too loud before, and I mistakenly thought the anchor was hyping up the topic. This kind of hype is definitely not something that can be created by humans! ]

[I would trade my academic mentor's loneliness for a pill! ]

……

The online public opinion was more exciting than Sun Wukong's 72 transformations. Lu Qingfei looked at the private messages that kept popping up and edited a post.

@陆青霏V: Taoist medicine heals the mind, not the body.

[My zombie anchor finally posted a status update! ]

[Healing the mind but not the body? So the anchor is secretly a psychologist? ]

[Hello, psychologist. I am suffering from lovesickness and need to marry you to get better. Please marry me! ]

……

Lu Qingfei took the teacup, washed it meticulously with hot water, and then slowly poured the tea into it.

She tapped the wall of the cup with her fingertips, hot steam swirled around, and a thin layer of mist covered her eyes.

Just as Lu Qingfei was thinking about how to change everyone's mindset so that they wouldn't chase her and ask about elixirs, the hot search topic changed silently.

#Xian Xiu anchor? Psychologist! #
#A calligrapher who doesn’t want to be a host is not a good calligrapher#
#I am seeing a psychologist in the live broadcast room#
Lu Qingfei was happily posting comments, while Master Wei, who was chasing his idol up close, was excited to study.

Wei Ze: Sister! Have you studied criminal psychology? Can you teach me? I will pay for the tuition!

　This is a light-hearted and sweet story, I believe it as a girl-con maniac!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)