Li Ang took out the newspaper from the letterbox and flipped through it as he walked. Finally, he saw the report about yesterday's game in an inconspicuous place near the back of the page. He pursed his lips. This was the treatment for the YMCA game, and it was only reported because the opponent was Barcelona.
However, no matter what, it was always good to see the praise in the newspaper.
"Ah, sorry." Li Ang was so focused on reading the newspaper that he bumped into someone.
It was a very beautiful blonde. She was dressed in sports equipment and gave off a youthful vibe. It seemed that she had just come back from her morning exercise. She looked up to see who was walking carelessly. When she saw who it was, she shouted in surprise, "Li!"
Li Ang looked and saw that it was his neighbor, Venita Arango, who lived in the same apartment building. She was a very beautiful and sexy girl. He had met her twice and was not familiar with her usually. However, she was very enthusiastic today.
"Well done, Li!" Venita Arango gave Li Ang a thumbs up.
Li Ang knew what she was talking about and understood the reason for the girl's enthusiasm. He returned a bright smile. "Thank you, Miss Arango. Did you watch the game yesterday? "
"I didn't," Benita Arango said.
"Uh …" Li Ang was embarrassed.
Seeing Li Ang's embarrassed expression, Venita Arango smiled even more brightly. "I didn't watch the game. I listened to the game broadcast."
Li Ang looked at the blonde girl who was smiling like a flower. He pretended to be shocked, but he was slightly proud. He did not expect that winning the game could increase his popularity with women. Of course, the premise was that this girl was a fan of his team. Obviously, Venita Arango was a Real Madrid fan.
As the two walked and talked, Venita Arango suddenly groaned and stopped. Her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was enduring some kind of pain.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Li Ang asked with concern.
"Ah, I'm fine." Venita Arango's swan-like beautiful neck blushed, and her jade-like delicate cheeks blushed. Well, there was actually a word that could explain this phenomenon: shyness.
Shy? Li Ang glanced at Venita Arago and saw her hand on her belly. How could he not know what was going on? He stared into Venita Arago's eyes.
"Dysmenorrhea?" Li Ang said, "It looks a little serious."
"Li!" Benita Arango was both ashamed and angry. She didn't want to talk about women's private matters with a strange man. Meanwhile, Benita Arango's impression of Li Ang became worse. Was this man, who was always quiet and well-behaved, a hooligan?
"Sorry, it's a professional habit." Li Ang reacted and apologized, "Miss Arongo, please forgive me."
"Professional habits?" Venita Arango really wanted to smash Li Ang's face with her bag. Please, you are a coach, not a doctor! What kind of professional habit was this? Couldn't he find a better excuse?
"Actually, I'm not just a coach." Li Ang knew that the misunderstanding was serious. He felt that it was necessary to introduce himself seriously. "I'm also a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner!"
Venita Arango didn't believe it at first. A football coach and a doctor couldn't be equated. However, she saw Li Ang's serious face and knew that he wasn't joking.
"Traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?"
"Yes."
"I've heard of it. It's a kind of witchcraft, right?"
Li Ang was speechless. He didn't know how to explain this topic. If he wanted foreigners to figure out what traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were, he was afraid that he would talk for three days and three nights, and they would still be completely confused. In the end, they might even ask a question, which was what Venita Arango said.
Li Ang sent Miss Venita Arango back to her apartment. He was just sending her home, so there was no need for so much drama.
However, when he was about to leave, Li Ang hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss Arongo, how about this? I'll give you a prescription. You can take this prescription to the Chinese pharmacies in Chinatown and ask them to help you get the medicine. This will be good for you and that one."
"You're really a witch doctor?" Venita Arango asked in surprise.
"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner." Li Ang shrugged. It seemed that she still didn't believe him. Forget it. He turned to leave.
"Wait a minute." Just as Li Ang was about to turn and leave, Venita Arango shouted, "Do you need a pen and paper? A fountain pen? A ballpoint pen? A fountain pen? Do different brushes have different effects? "
"As long as it's a pen and paper, it's fine," Li Ang said word by word, with a forced smile on his face.
"Five grams each of perfume, tangerine peel, Chinese rose, and mugwort leaves. One gram and five grams each of Chinese motherwort, one gram of water bittersweet, three grams each of mugwort leaves, black medicine, and white peony, five grams each of Chinese angelica, and two grams each of safflower." Li Ang wrote on a piece of paper.
Venita Arango looked at this man. At this time, she didn't doubt that Li Ang was a doctor. She looked at Li Ang who was writing seriously and was slightly fascinated. A serious man was the most charming.
"Okay." Li Ang handed the prescription to Venita Arango. "You take this to the China pharmacy, and they will get the medicine for you." Speaking of this, Li Ang wrote on another piece of paper in Spanish, "Take three tablets a week before your menstrual period. It will take effect in a month."
The prescription was in Chinese, and the precautions were in Spanish.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful." Venita Arango praised, "Although I can't understand your language, it looks so beautiful. Also, I have never seen someone who can write Spanish so beautifully."
"Thank you." Li Ang smiled in response. As a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, having good handwriting was the most important requirement. It was true that one's handwriting was like one's character. Practicing calligraphy could cultivate one's body and mind and get rid of one's impetuous temper. Li Ang's nature was not so calm. In his previous life, when he was upset, he would practice calligraphy alone to calm himself down.
Li Ang left. Venita Arango did not invite Li Ang into the house for a cup of coffee and to talk about life stories. Did this mean that these two people were more self-disciplined people?
Back in his apartment, Li Ang lay on the sofa to rest. There was one thing on his mind. It had been troubling him for a long time.
After he won the game against Barcelona, he had been trying to contact the system with his mind, but he had not received a response.
What was going on? The system had not woken up yet? Didn't they say that the system would wake up if he won the game against Barcelona?
At this moment, a thought appeared in his mind.
"Getting to know Venita Arango, triggering a mission, triggering a mission … This is a very important mission. It is of great importance. You must pay attention, you must pay attention."
Hearing this, Li Ang was first shocked, then overjoyed. The system had woken up. The real system had woken up. The system that called itself Mr. Dream had woken up.
PS: Second update, please bookmark and recommend. Today was Children's Day. Xiao Qi could not find any fever medicine at home, so she stole her daughter's fever medicine. Was this considered a holiday?
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