Qin Jiang had no idea that netizens’ imaginations had run so wild that they were already discussing things in the realm of fantasy fiction.
After Qin Jiang finished writing the medical record, the nearby medical staff arrived and took away Lu Ping, who had just regained consciousness, so he could be transferred to a better hospital environment for rest and recovery.
At around the same time, a middle-aged couple walked in from outside with a young man in his early twenties. They were grumbling and swearing under their breath.
“Weren’t you the one who kept insisting that you were sick?”
“That’s why I’ve brought you here to Doctor Qin now. Whether you’re sick or not, Doctor Qin will be able to tell with just one look!”
As they spoke, the three of them had already arrived in front the consultation desk.
All three were dressed rather plainly. The middle-aged man, at first glance, seemed like the kind of rough, difficult-to-talk-to type.
The middle-aged woman looked a bit timid. After politely nodding at Qin Jiang, she just stood off to the side and didn’t say anything.
As for the young man whom the middle-aged man had forcefully dragged along, his expression was impatient. It was clear he wasn’t exactly receptive to his parents’ discipline.
The middle-aged man was harsh with the young man, but he was very respectful toward Qin Jiang.
“Hello, Doctor Qin. I’ve brought my son in to see you.”
“My name is Zhong Xiguo. This is my wife, Liu Xiu, and this is our son, Zhong Chenglong.”
Seeing how polite Zhong Xiguo was, Qin Jiang nodded approvingly.
“Alright, have a seat first. Tell me what’s going on.”
Under Zhong Xiguo’s stern gaze, Zhong Chenglong reluctantly sat down.
He didn’t say a word either. You could tell he really didn’t want to be here for a check-up.
Zhong Xiguo, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, gave Zhong Chenglong a light smack on the head, then said to Qin Jiang:
“Doctor Qin, my son here managed to get into Xihang University. During the first half of his freshman year, things were fine—his grades were steady.”
“But then in the second half of his freshman year, his grades started dropping like a rock. He started failing every subject. And on top of that, who knows who he started hanging out with? Just look at that mop of yellow hair he dyed!”
Qin Jiang had noticed that yellow hair the moment Zhong Chenglong walked in.
All I can say is, Qin Jiang really didn’t get the aesthetics of today’s young people.
Why would anyone think looking like a yellow-haired rooster is cool?
But hey, everyone has their own taste. Qin Jiang didn’t want to make too many comments on that.
So instead, he pressed further, “Mr. Zhong, the things you’re talking about don’t really seem related to seeing a doctor.”
Zhong Xiguo snapped back to the topic.
He slapped his own forehead and then said to Qin Jiang, “It’s like this, Doctor Qin. Because of his grades and that yellow hair, I’ve scolded him severely more than once. I’ve even hit him.”
“But this kid is just stubborn. Even with the facts right in front of him, he insists on saying he’s sick and that’s why he ended up like this.”
“Doctor Qin, please take a good look and tell me—what’s really going on here?”
Qin Jiang now understood why Zhong Xiguo had come.
Basically, he didn’t believe that Zhong Chenglong was actually sick. He thought his son was just faking it to get out of studying, so he brought him here to have Qin Jiang give him a thorough examination.
“Did you get him checked at any other hospitals before?”
Zhong Xiguo nodded.
“Yeah, we did. The school even organized a physical exam for him. Nothing abnormal came up.”
Given that, it was no wonder Zhong Xiguo was skeptical.
You claim you’re sick, but every medical test comes back clean. Of course, Zhong Xiguo would suspect his son of faking it.
It was pretty obvious that Zhong Chenglong’s resentment toward his father had hit its limit.
At that moment, he didn’t want to hear a single word his father said. His emotions were clearly getting agitated.
Noticing that Zhong Chenglong’s state wasn’t right, Qin Jiang gently patted him on the wrist.
“Hey, young man, don’t be so tense. Loosen up a bit. Seeing a doctor doesn’t always mean you’ll get a shot. If you’re afraid of needles, I can prescribe you some pills instead.”
Hearing Qin Jiang joke with him visibly relaxed Zhong Chenglong quite a bit.
He hesitated for a moment, then looked Qin Jiang straight in the eye and said earnestly, “Doctor Qin, I really am sick.”
As soon as he said that, he regretted it a little.
Because he’d said the exact same thing to other doctors before.
Their response had always been, “Whether you’re sick or not, we’ll know once the test results come back. Your word doesn’t count.”
And the test results would always come back perfectly normal.
That was what drove Zhong Chenglong crazy.
Couldn’t he tell whether he was sick or not? Why did it always have to come down to what the doctors said and what the lab reports showed?
Zhong Chenglong worried that Qin Jiang might be just like those other doctors.
But to his surprise, Qin Jiang smiled and said, “Alright. What exactly makes you feel like you’re sick? Tell me in detail, and I’ll take some notes here.”
Seeing Qin Jiang pick up a pen and actually get ready to write, Zhong Chenglong realized that this doctor was different from the others. He was willing to believe him!
Once he realized that, Zhong Chenglong pointed at his own hair.
“Doctor Qin, I didn’t dye my hair. It turned this color on its own.”
The moment Zhong Chenglong said that, the viewers in the live stream burst out laughing.
“I couldn’t hold it together the moment this guy opened his mouth. With that hair color? And it’s not dyed?”
“Malnutrition can cause hair to turn yellowish, sure, but his shade is way too bright. It really does look like hair dye.”
“Is there a professional hairstylist in the house who can tell us for sure—dyed or not?”
“I actually work at a hair salon. To be honest, our shop doesn’t even carry that shade. And look at the roots of his hair—they’re yellow too.”
“That only means one of two things: either he just dyed his hair very recently, or it really did turn yellow on its own.”
The main difference between naturally changing hair color and dyed hair is to look at the roots.
With dyed hair, as time passes and the hair grows out, the roots will show the person’s natural hair color.
But if the color is changing naturally, it’s the opposite—it starts right from the roots first.
After that explanation from the professional hairstylist, netizens began to realize that Zhong Chenglong’s hair actually did look that way.
Could it be that his hair really did turn this color on its own?
That just doesn’t make sense scientifically!
Qin Jiang examined the color of Zhong Chenglong’s hair carefully and noticed that the shade leaned toward a golden yellow, kind of like autumn leaves.
But color changes caused by malnutrition tend to be more of an orange-yellow, or even orangish-red.
So Zhong Chenglong’s hair discoloration definitely wasn’t caused by malnutrition.
“Did your hair change color gradually, or did it happen overnight?”
“Gradually. It took about half a month.”
Qin Jiang then asked, “During those fifteen days, did you notice any other changes in your body?”
Zhong Chenglong sighed and said, “Ever since my hair started changing color, I’ve felt like I don’t have enough energy. I can’t concentrate well. Sometimes my thinking gets all jumbled.”
“Even when I take notes in class or try to read, I easily skip lines or jump sections. It’s really painful for me.”
As soon as Qin Jiang heard that, he frowned deeply.
Zhong Chenglong’s condition was even more serious than he had imagined.
