RMWDS -Chapter 270 Traditional Chinese Medicine Building

After a comfortable shampoo and massage session, a specially blended grapefruit fragrance created by Chu Fu Ling lingered in her hair. Miao Yunyou felt light and refreshed, so relaxed it was almost uplifting.

After casually tidying her clothes, she slowly strolled through the various departments of the Traditional Chinese Medicine building, conducting a systematic inspection.

Although it had just opened, the quality of doctors here was quite impressive.

Aside from Chu Fu Ling and Chu Ning Shuang—two top-tier physicians with outstanding skills and different specializations—there were also three apprentices sent by Princess Ningyu from the Imperial Medical Academy.

However, the term “apprentices” was only modesty. Anyone qualified to enter the Imperial Medical Academy and serve the royal family was already at the very top of the medical hierarchy in the entire world.

These three were also highly skilled doctors with rich hands-on experience. They were proficient in acupuncture, herbal prescriptions, bone-setting, and rehabilitation, each with their own specialties and solid medical foundations.

The hair-growth and weight-loss departments were naturally fully booked, with queues snaking through the corridors and the place bustling with activity.

Beyond these two popular departments, many patients with difficult and rare conditions had traveled from all over the country, hoping for even a small chance of recovery.

All five doctors were fully engaged, doing everything they could from different angles to find treatment solutions.

When patients heard there might still be hope for their conditions, many of them and their families couldn’t help but tear up.

As she walked around, Miao Yunyou happened to run into Coach Fang He and her partner Yang Yuan.

They were preparing to leave the resort that day to visit their hometown and had just come to say goodbye to Dr. Chu.

Since the end of the martial arts tournament, Fang He had been living at the resort to recover and recuperate. The disciples from Donglan Country who had accompanied her had eventually returned home earlier, as they were foreign visitors unfamiliar with the language and environment, and after seeing their master stabilize, they set off back to Donglan.

After more than two months of continuous targeted rehabilitation, herbal treatment, and daily martial arts recovery training, Fang He’s condition had improved significantly.

Her continued recovery now relied more on long-term self-discipline, exercise, and proper maintenance rather than constant medication or acupuncture.

Her follow-up schedule had also been adjusted from daily treatment to once every three months, with prescriptions modified as needed to maintain stability.

In addition, that highly anticipated tournament had completely changed Fang He’s life trajectory. With her stunning performance and unyielding martial spirit, she earned recognition from countless seniors in the martial arts world and enthusiasts alike.

Even national cultural and sports authorities extended an official invitation, awarding her the title of International Martial Arts Exchange Ambassador.

After years of silence, injuries, and setbacks, Fang He had finally carved out her name in the domestic martial arts world and achieved her long-held dream.

Miao Yunyou stepped forward, smiling at the two of them. Her gaze landed on Fang He, whose complexion looked excellent, and she sincerely felt happy for her.

“So what are your plans now? Are you going back to Donglan Country to continue as a coach, or staying here?”

Fang He turned slightly, her eyes gentle and composed.

“I will definitely go back to Donglan. Those children have followed me for a long time—they are pure-hearted and talented, and I can’t rest easy leaving them.”

A hint of anticipation for the future appeared in her eyes.

“Above all, they also hope I can travel to more countries as a martial arts exchange ambassador to promote martial arts and cultural exchange.”

Miao Yunyou nodded approvingly.

“That’s good too. By the way, are you two leaving today?”

Yang Yuan, standing nearby, smiled and said, “We booked a flight for the afternoon, so we still have plenty of time. No need to rush.”

“If you’re not in a hurry, that’s perfect.” Miao Yunyou’s eyes curved with a smile as she naturally invited them, “We just launched two brand-new programs at the resort today. You can watch them before you leave.”

Fang He and Yang Yuan exchanged a glance, both curious.

“What new programs?”

“Miao Yunyou replied, ‘Horse performance, and a lake circuit horse race.’”

Both Fang He and Yang Yuan blinked, their faces filled with surprise and confusion.

“A horse race?”

A horse performance made sense—many ancient-style scenic spots had such shows. It wasn’t unusual.

But… horse racing?

Wasn’t that something requiring a professional, standardized racetrack?

Did they even have such facilities here?

Seeing their puzzled expressions, Miao Yunyou smiled mysteriously.

“If I just explain it, you won’t really get it. The show starts at 1 p.m. sharp—just come see it yourselves and you’ll understand.”

Previously, on their return trip, they had brought back a total of 24 excellent horses. Among them, six were imperial-grade royal horses—pure bloodlines, outstanding endurance, and explosive speed—top-tier horses rarely seen in a lifetime. The remaining 18 were also high-quality horses of various breeds, all strong and well-built.

Combined with the four sweat-blood horses originally kept at the estate, the resort’s stable now housed a total of 28 horses: 10 pure-blood sweat-blood horses and 18 other elite breeds.

Now, it was finally time for them to shine.

Afternoon — 1:00 p.m.

The sun was warm and the breeze gentle.

The lakeside open ground was already packed with people. Tourists who had come specifically for the new program crowded around the venue, filling the area with noise and excitement.

Thick protective ropes had been set up in advance along the lake and performance area, clearly dividing the spectator zone from the activity zone, eliminating safety risks and ensuring visitor security.

The first performance was a fun equestrian show.

Mu Ziqi and three top-tier guards stepped onto the field. All four wore black tight-fitting outfits, their figures upright and sharp, each riding a glossy, powerful sweat-blood horse.

The horses raised their heads and neighed, hooves lightly striking the ground—just their entrance alone instantly ignited the crowd, triggering waves of cheers.

As soft background music began to play, Su Wangkui walked slowly onto the temporary stage holding a wireless microphone.

With his years of experience as the head of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, his control over an audience was effortless—even emperors had once been persuaded by him. A simple gesture from him was enough to quiet the entire crowd, all eyes focusing on him.

“Welcome, destined guests, to the latest special program in our mountains!” Su Wangkui said in a booming voice that echoed across the lakeside. “Next up is our Fun Horse Racing Treasure Hunt Interactive Event. The rules are simple—I will explain them clearly.”

“Please open the resort’s mini program. On the homepage, you’ll find a newly launched horse-racing interactive game module. After entering, your screen will display six cartoon horses, corresponding to six movement directions: front, back, left, right, up, and down. Each horse will show the current number of people clicking on it in real time.”