Just as netizens were fiercely discussing whether or not to get married in the future, a middle-aged man walked in from outside while on the phone.
Behind this man followed an assistant in a white blazer, along with a reporter and a photographer.
Seeing this, Qin Jiang immediately became more alert.
Could another superpowered person be here?
Just as Qin Jiang was thinking this, the man sat down in front of the consultation table.
But he seemed very busy. After sitting down, he didn’t say what his illness was; he just kept talking on the phone nonstop.
“I’ve already told you people, right? The quality of everything our company produces absolutely has to be top-notch!”
“If I think it’s no good, then you have to take it all back and redo it!”
“Don’t give me any of that useless talk here. Delaying the supply is your problem. If there weren’t any quality issues, would the supply be delayed? That’s it, goodbye.”
The middle-aged man hung up, then glanced at Qin Jiang.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, another call came in.
Qin Jiang wasn’t in a hurry. He picked up his teacup and took a slow sip.
But the netizens couldn’t take it anymore.
“Who is this guy? He’s getting one call after another just for a doctor’s visit. Does he really think he’s some big-shot boss?”
“Some people are like this. They seem busy as can be all day long, but really, it’s all just trivial nonsense.”
“Might as well just move on to the next patient. This guy clearly isn’t the easygoing type. He’ll probably cause trouble for Dr. Qin later.”
Just as the netizens were hoping Qin Jiang wouldn’t treat this middle-aged man, the man finally finished his phone call.
He said to Qin Jiang, a little apologetically,
“Ah, that was our company’s sales department. One call after another. The company really can’t function without me.”
Qin Jiang nodded to show he understood.
It wasn’t that Qin Jiang was particularly good-natured, but since this was his only patient right now and he wasn’t affecting anyone else, it was fine if he wanted to take calls.
Just as Qin Jiang was about to speak, the middle-aged man’s phone rang again.
This time, Qin Jiang was starting to lose his patience.
“Sir, I don’t like being disturbed by others when I’m seeing a patient. How about you finish up your business first and then come back to me, or otherwise find another place to get treated.”
Hearing Qin Jiang say this, the middle-aged man quickly hung up and made an apologetic gesture.
“I’m really sorry, Dr. Qin. There really is just so much going on with my company. But don’t worry, I have absolute respect for you.”
“I promise I won’t take any more calls until you’ve finished examining me!”
Seeing the man’s attitude, Qin Jiang nodded.
“Alright, go ahead. What’s your name, and where are you feeling unwell?”
The man spoke up: “My name is Ge Qiang, and I run a company. Lately, I’ve been feeling discomfort in my stomach, right around here.”
Qin Jiang looked at the spot Ge Qiang was holding.
“That area is your stomach. So you’re saying your stomach feels unwell, right?”
Ge Qiang nodded.
“Yeah, exactly, my stomach doesn’t feel good.”
“What do you usually eat? Is your diet regular? Do you ever binge eat or overeat?”
Most stomach problems are actually caused by irregular eating habits and binge eating.
Ge Qiang scratched his head and said, “I don’t binge eat, but my diet is a bit irregular.”
With that, Ge Qiang turned to look at the reporter interviewing him.
“Oh, by the way, Reporter Wu, you asked me earlier what my favorite food is. I remember now – my absolute favorite is hotpot.”
“Hotpot is a great thing. It strengthens the body, and it’s full of all kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs – really nourishing!”
Hearing Ge Qiang say this, Qin Jiang, sitting across from him, said expressionlessly, “Who told you hotpot is nourishing?”
Ge Qiang was taken aback.
“Isn’t it?”
Qin Jiang explained calmly, “Hotpot does contain Chinese medicinal herbs, but compared to the other ingredients, those herbs at most add a bit of aroma and flavor. There’s no way they can actually have any medicinal effect.”
“Plus, hotpot is a typical high-oil, high-salt food. Eating it often can easily cause internal heat. If you eat it really spicy, it can also easily cause gastroenteritis.”
“The pain in your stomach is most likely related to eating hotpot.”
Ge Qiang had originally wanted to show off his profound knowledge in front of Reporter Wu, who was interviewing him, and make himself seem like a very cultured person.
But then Qin Jiang opened his mouth with that explanation, and it was like he was slapping Ge Qiang right in the face.
Ge Qiang coughed, trying to salvage a bit of his dignity.
He murmured quietly,
“Eating hotpot once in a while is fine, really. It does strengthen the body.”
Qin Jiang couldn’t be bothered to listen to Ge Qiang’s nonsense anymore. He said directly, “Hold out your hand. I need to take your pulse.”
Ge Qiang placed his hand on the pulse pillow but looked disdainful.
“Doc, what era are we in that you’re still taking pulses? Why don’t you just order me an X-ray or something, and while you’re at it, check if I have any other diseases?”
Seeing that Ge Qiang looked down on pulse diagnosis, Qin Jiang said calmly, “Generally speaking, taking a pulse is more accurate than getting an X-ray.”
“Because by taking your pulse, I can understand the overall condition of your body right now, not just the condition of a specific part.”
Ge Qiang pursed his lips, thinking Qin Jiang’s words sounded way too mystical.
While Qin Jiang was taking Ge Qiang’s pulse, the reporter continued the interview.
“Mr. Ge, many of our viewers are interested in your daily life. Could you share with us what time you usually get up for work and what time you finish?”
Hearing this question, Ge Qiang immediately perked up.
He said confidently, “As for me, I only sleep four hours a day.”
“I go to bed at midnight and get up at four in the morning.”
“Then I spend an hour exercising and running, and another hour washing up and eating breakfast.”
“I read for an hour, and at seven in the morning sharp, I clock in at the company.”
Hearing this, the netizens in the live stream were shocked.
“Whoa, clocking in at seven in the morning? Is this guy human?”
“At seven in the morning, there’s probably nobody else in his company. What’s the point of going so early?”
“You guys don’t get it, do you? It’s to create a sense of pressure on the employees.”
“Just think about it: at seven in the morning, you’re still lazing in bed, but your company boss has already started assigning tasks in the work group. Tell me, can you still sleep soundly after that?”
Reporter Wu looked at Ge Qiang with admiration.
“I never expected you to get up so early, Mr. Ge. Don’t you ever want to sleep in a little longer?”
Ge Qiang said seriously, “I can’t sleep. When I think about the burden on my shoulders, how could I possibly sleep?”
But just as he finished speaking, Qin Jiang said, “You actually get up around six-thirty every day, don’t you?”
“And based on your pulse, you go back to sleep after clocking in. You probably have a recliner or something like that in your office.”
