America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“Flash and his gang are definitely going to throw another party this weekend,” Li Qun said.

“Let’s hurry! I have to run home. Can I run home in an hour?” Peter said.

“I should be home in an hour,” Li Qun said.

Li Qun took Peter's backpack, put it on his back, got on Peter's bicycle, and the two set off from the school to Peter's house.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm and body movements..."

"Watch where you're going..."

Peter half-walked and half-ran to the finish line for the last two kilometers, arriving at his doorstep panting.

Li Qun helped Peter park his bicycle in the garage. When Aunt Mei saw Li Qun and Peter going home together, Peter, who was panting heavily, thought they had encountered some accident on their way home.

“Peter, sit down and rest,” Aunt May said with concern.

"Don't sit down, Peter. You have to wait until your heart rate drops a little before you can sit. You have to stand for now."

"I know……"

Peter leaned against the back of the sofa to rest, while Li Qun drank a glass of water, then said goodbye to Peter and Aunt Mei and went home.

After Li Qun left, Aunt May asked Peter, "Peter, what are you and Leon doing?"

"Liqun is helping me exercise..."

"That's how it is when you first start exercising..."

"It'll be fine in two weeks..."

"Liqun and I are both fine..."

"Trust us, Aunt May..."

“I’ll be watching you, and if you hurt yourself, I demand that you stop,” Aunt May said.

When Ben Parker got home from get off work, Aunt May told him about Peter's exercise and long-distance running at the dinner table. Uncle Ben encouraged Peter and hoped that he could keep it up.

“Long-distance running is great; the best way to deal with danger is to run,” Uncle Ben said.

Chapter 73 Where does it hurt? Let Dad take a look.

"Stan Lee, old man, please help me out!"

"You have seven minutes. Here are the keys."

Seven minutes!

Li Qun took the key from Stan Lee, opened the door, and pushed Peter, who was pondering whether seven minutes was enough time to take a shower, into the school team's shower room.

"Hurry up, Peter!"

Li Qun stood guard at the door, while Peter stripped naked in the shower and rinsed himself with cold water.

"Why isn't there hot water?" Peter shouted through the door.

"Hot water is only available in the afternoon," Stan Lee said with a smile at the bathroom door.

"What's wrong with Peter?" Stanley asked curiously.

“Peter tripped and fell on his way to school this morning. I suggested that he ask to go home and change into clean clothes before coming back, but he refused, so he had to come to school to resolve the issue,” Li Qun explained.

"Does he have any clean clothes? Also, what if he catches a cold from taking a cold shower?" Stan Lee asked.

"I have cold medicine if I have a cold, and I have clean clothes."

That's good.

Harry appeared at the end of the corridor with his backpack, saw Li Qun and Stan Lee standing at the shower room door, and quickly ran over.

"Clothes." Harry opened his backpack and took out clean clothes.

"Let me see."

"What's with this dress?" Li Qun complained.

“It’s good enough that they have it. Bernard found it in the car, and it’s my size. My dad used to take me to social events all the time. As soon as I got out of school, we’d get in the car and go to the banquet. I had to change into my dress in the car, so Bernard is still getting ready in the car,” Harry said.

“Peter should be able to wear my size.”

“I don’t need the coat.” Li Qun returned the tuxedo coat to Harry.

“Peter, I’m coming in. I’ll leave my clothes here and then I’ll go.”

Li Qun called out from the door, went in to put down the clothes, and came out immediately, not wanting to put anyone in an awkward situation.

"That's about it." Stan Lee glanced at his watch, reminding them that seven minutes were almost up.

Peter emerged from the shower wearing a white shirt and suit pants, but sneakers, a very mismatched outfit. His hair was wet, and he simply dried it with a towel.

"Where did he fall?" Harry asked curiously.

"I stepped on a manhole cover and fell into the sewer," Li Qun said.

"It's not my problem, the manhole cover is cracked."

Peter adjusted his glasses; thankfully they hadn't fallen off, or he really would have had to take a few days off.

“Give me his dirty clothes,” Stan Lee said. “I’ll take them to wash for him. There are washing machines and dryers at school, and he can change back after school.”

“Thank you, Stan Lee,” Peter said gratefully.

“You guys need to hurry, there are only three minutes left before class starts,” Stan Lee said.

"Run!"

The three disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

Li Qun and Peter rushed into the classroom as the school bell rang. Peter had taken a cold shower, and Li Qun had him sit by the window so he could get some sun and warmth.

“I feel my face is burning,” Peter told Li Qun after class.

"Damn it, it's all my fault..."

Li Qun felt the temperature of Peter's forehead with the back of his hand; Peter had a slight fever.

This is a standard illness process.

First, I fell into a sewer while running and sweating profusely. Then I washed myself with cold water and sunbathed and enjoyed the breeze in the autumn morning while wearing only light clothing.

"I brought painkillers, Peter, take some to cool down."

Gwen pulled a bottle of painkillers from her handbag. Li Qun and Peter were used to it; other female students would also bring painkillers to school to cope with their period every month.

“Gwen, why did you bring a 400mg dose? I remember you used to only take 200mg,” Liqun said.

“Can’t I slack off? You can’t be there for me like you’re supervising Peter’s morning runs,” Gwen said.

“Your house and Peter’s house aren’t on the same route,” Li Qun said.

"Hmph!" Gwen snorted lightly to express her dissatisfaction.

After Peter took a 400mg dose of ibuprofen, his body temperature returned to normal within half an hour. However, Li Qun knew that this was only a temporary relief, and Peter would become weak again after the ibuprofen's effects wore off.

"Do you think Peter might have contracted some unknown virus when he fell into the sewer?" Gwen guessed.

"Gwen, don't scare me!"

“My dad said the New York sewers are very dangerous, and you should never go near them,” Gwen said quietly.

"Liqun, help me..."

"I will save your life. After school, come with me to Chinatown to get medicine. You'll be fine after taking the medicine."

“I can’t imagine how we would live without Liqun,” Gwen complained.

It's the ninth day since Peter started his long-distance running training. The toughest first week of training is over, and Peter is starting to get used to the intensity of running to school in the morning. However, it seems that the morning running training will have to stop today.

"Liqun, are you taking Peter to a shady clinic in Chinatown?" Gwen asked Liqun in a low voice.

“I’m not going to an unlicensed clinic, I’m seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, from Aurora University,” Li Qun replied.

"How much does it cost to see a doctor?" Gwen asked, taking out her wallet.

"Seventy or eighty is enough."

"Only this much?" The wealthy woman, Gwen, was quite surprised.

"A cold caught from a cold shower can be cured in seven days if you see a doctor, or it can take a week to get better if you just tough it out on your own. The only difference is how well you feel," Li Qun said.

“What if my cold is viral and contagious?” Peter said.

“Then let’s both take leave and come back to school when we’re better,” Li Qun said.

Peter was in great agony, feeling dizzy and disoriented until school was over.

Here's some paper.

Peter took the tissue that Li Qun handed him, blew his nose forcefully, and casually threw the crumpled tissue on the ground.

Li Qun glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Influenced by the atmosphere in New York City, Li Qun's morality has seriously declined, and he no longer cares about littering.

"boarding."

Peter sat on the back of the bicycle, and Li Qun stood up and pedaled the bicycle, carrying Peter towards Chinatown.

Peter gripped Li Qun's coat tightly, feeling as if his bicycle was about to fall apart from Li Qun's pedaling speed.

Less than twenty minutes later, Li Qun brought Peter to Chinatown, and the bicycle stopped in front of Old Man's Pawnshop.

My father was also a highly skilled but unassuming traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Li Qun didn't dare park his bicycle outside the shop, so he carried it inside.

"You're back so early today? Oh, Peter, you're here too," the old man greeted him with a smile.

"Dad, Peter has caught a bit of a cold, could you take a look at him?"

"Okay. Come here, Peter." The old man beckoned to Peter, who obediently walked over to his father.

"Give me your hand, Peter, where does it hurt?"