"Miss, are you missing a boyfriend?" Terrance Lyson stared at the stunning woman across from him and unconsciously pressed his lips together, trying to soothe their dryness. In his twenty years of life, he had never met a girl who hit him this hard at first glance. He had barely started his trip, hadn't even been on the train long, and fate had already dropped a beauty with an otherworldly air right into his lap. The woman's brows drew together. A flash of irritation crossed her face as she lifted her eyes to him and snapped under her breath, "What is wrong with you?" Terrance didn't flinch. He kept his expression earnest. "From your complexion, I'd say your endocrine system is a little out of balance…" The girl had been ready to blow up, but the moment she heard that, embarrassment rose in her throat. Annoying as he was, he had nailed it. She had gone to the hospital before, and the doctor's diagnosis had been exactly that. She looked at him again, surprise slipping into her voice. "You… how would you know that?" A small smile tugged at Terrance's mouth. He looked calm, almost mysteriously so, as he explained, "I won't hide it. I practice Traditional Medicine. In Traditional Medicine, we talk about observation, listening, asking, and pulse-taking. Just by watching someone's color and vitality, you can get a rough read on their condition." She still didn't quite buy it. Her eyes narrowed, guarded. "And I'm supposed to trust you based on that?" "Then let me say a bit more." Terrance's tone stayed unhurried. "For the past six months, your cycle has been irregular. Especially recently, you're five days late. Last month the flow came and went, and there was a lot of discharge. The smell was foul, and when it got on your clothes, it didn't wash out easily. You had to scrub them again and again for days before it finally came clean. Am I right?" The girl froze. It was the kind of private detail she had never told anyone, not even her parents. Yet he described it with unsettling precision. This wasn't some lucky guess. A chubby man sitting opposite her let out a scornful snort and cut in, "These days anyone dares to pretend they're an expert! Miss, don't you go believing his nonsense…" The girl didn't spare the fat man a glance. She kept her eyes locked on Terrance, shock plain on her face as she blurted, "You… you're completely right! Then… do you have a way to treat it?" Terrance's expression turned solemn. "The root of it is simple. You're missing a boyfriend. Yin and yang in the body need balance. At your age, if you go too long without yang energy being naturally harmonized, your system can easily fall into disorder." Nora Scurr's cheeks warmed. She lowered her voice. "But I really am single. I can't just grab some random guy and make do. Don't tell me you mean… you want to be that boyfriend? Other than that, there's no other way?" A flicker of disappointment slipped through Terrance's eyes, so quick it was almost invisible. He smoothed it away at once and spoke with easy confidence. "A small problem like this is nothing to Skilled Hands. I'll write you a prescription. Follow it, and you should see results in about three days." As he spoke, he briskly pulled out paper and pen, wrote a formula in a few swift strokes, and handed it to Nora. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he added, "My surname is Lyson. Given name Terrance. How about we exchange contact info? That way I can check on your recovery later." Nora was surprisingly straightforward. She didn't hesitate before adding him on WeChat. "I'm Nora Scurr. Where are you headed?" Terrance's smile deepened. This "trade a favor, then close the distance" move was something his master had taught him, a city social trick passed down like secret scripture. He answered, "Tenos. I've got something to take care of." "What a coincidence! I'm going back to Tenos too." Nora seemed talkative, warmth spilling into her words. "I'm a local. Which district are you going to? Maybe I can point you in the right direction." The fat man on the side stared, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe a pickup line that corny had actually worked. Terrance hesitated, then spoke. "To be honest, I came into the city to find a fiancée my elders arranged for me… and I plan to break off the engagement." "Huh?" Nora blinked, clearly thrown. She studied him again. He dressed plainly, like someone who had just come in from the countryside to scrape out a living, yet he was talking about dumping a city girl? She couldn't help asking, "Why break it off? Don't you like city girls?" Terrance turned to her, smiling. "It's not that. Most city girls are fair-skinned, tall, and have great presence. Who wouldn't like that? It's just… this engagement was set up back in my grandfather's time. I don't even know what she looks like anymore. What if she changed a lot over the years? If I brought her back, the whole village would laugh at me." Nora shot him a faintly contemptuous glance and gave a soft snort. "Your standards are pretty high. There are tens of millions of single men in this country. Getting a wife is hard enough, and marrying a city girl is even rarer. Keep being picky and you'll end up alone." Terrance's eyes lit up, like something had clicked into place. "You're right. In my village alone, there are more than eighty men who still haven't married. I used to be the village doctor. The pay was decent, and I even had subsidies, but my parents insisted I'd never find a wife if I stayed. They practically kicked me out. Fine. I'll meet her first. If it really doesn't work, then I'll call it off." He shifted the topic. "Since you're a Tenos local, do you know how to get to Jenby 008?" Nora's brows drew together. That was one of Tenos's most famous wealthy residential areas. She asked carefully, "You're sure it's Jenby 008?" Terrance dug an old envelope out of his bag, pulled out a yellowed sheet of paper, and flipped it over to confirm. He answered with certainty, "Yes. Jenby 008." Nora's gaze slid over the front of the page by accident, and her breath caught. There was a childhood photo of her older cousin, along with her cousin's name, and even her grandfather's name. Nora went rigid. "Y-your fiancée is Joy Lashbrook?!" Terrance nodded. "That's right. The marriage contract says Joy Lashbrook. You know her? What does she look like these days?" Nora's throat tightened. Her mind churned. She vaguely remembered her cousin had been engaged when they were younger, but no one in the family ever mentioned it anymore. She never imagined she'd run into the legendary fiancé on a train. Fate could be ridiculous. Joy was a titan in Tenos's business world. Beautiful, sharp, and terrifyingly capable, she had built the family company from a tiny workshop into the city's leading enterprise. With her status and pride, if she were forced to honor this engagement, she would become the laughingstock of high society. Nora drew a slow breath, forcing her face to stay calm. "I do know her. I can take you to her." The safest move was to settle him first, then notify her cousin's family as quickly as possible so they could decide on a response. They needed the initiative, not chaos. Terrance's face brightened. "That would be amazing. I was worried I wouldn't know my way around." Just then, the train's announcement crackled to life. "Attention, passengers. A pregnant woman in Car Seven is showing signs of imminent labor. Medical personnel are urgently needed. Repeating, Car Seven…" Terrance stood up immediately and started toward the aisle. "Where are you going?" Nora grabbed him. "I'm going to see if I can help." He tried to head for the connector between cars. "That's delivering a baby! Do you even have experience?" "Relax. I helped Auntie Zhang give birth back in the village. I even delivered the village chief's sow a few litters…" Nora stared at him, stunned. Delivering livestock was not the same thing as delivering a human being. More importantly, she needed him to reach Joy safely. This man was the key piece on the board, and she couldn't let anything happen to him on the way. "There'll be a real doctor on the train," she insisted, gripping his sleeve. "Your experience is limited. Let the professionals handle it." Terrance gently brushed her hand aside, his voice firm. "You can question who I am, but you can't question my medical skill. I won't stand by and watch someone die." With that, he strode toward Car Seven. Nora hesitated, then followed. At the entrance to Car Seven, an attendant was directing passengers away. To protect the mother's privacy, the other travelers had been moved to neighboring cars. Only a few female crew members remained to assist. "Sorry, you can't go in." An attendant held out an arm to block them. "I'm a doctor." Terrance stated it at once. "Let me see what's going on." After getting permission, the two of them entered. Several attendants held up bedsheets to form a makeshift delivery room. Muffled groans leaked out from behind the cloth. An elderly doctor with glasses was directing the rescue effort, and the air felt tight enough to snap. Half an hour passed. There was still no baby's cry. Instead, anxious voices spilled out. "She fainted again! If this keeps up…" "Epinephrine, now! The pelvic opening isn't sufficient. There are signs of massive bleeding…" "Her blood pressure keeps dropping! Is the family here? We need a decision immediately…" Nora caught a nurse who had just stepped out. "Who's the doctor in charge?" "It's Professor Anson Hauk, Tenos's famous Western medicine specialist." The nurse wiped sweat from her forehead. "But it's not looking good. Professor Anson Hauk says it's down to choosing the mother or the baby…" "Professor Anson Hauk is a top expert." Nora let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "With him here, it'll be fine, right?" The nurse shook her head. "The dystocia is too severe. Professor Anson Hauk says if they prioritize the baby, there's still hope. If they prioritize the mother, they might lose both. But the husband insists on saving his wife." Terrance couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward, reaching for the sheet barrier. "Let me go in and take a look!" "You're a doctor?" The nurse looked him up and down, doubtful. "Yes. Traditional Medicine." Terrance's reply was steady. "And I've handled plenty of difficult births. Including delivering village livestock. The principles connect…"