As soon as Huang Hong said that, the villagers standing behind him nodded along in agreement.
“Yeah, that’s right, Dr. Qin. The sand in our village really does work wonders. I caught a cold before and took all kinds of medicine, but nothing helped—until I ate some of that sand and got better.”
“I had stomach pain too, and the doctor said it might be stomach cancer. But then I ate some sand and it went away.”
“In our village, women even eat a little bit of sand every day before they give birth—it helps prevent miscarriages.”
The villagers just kept going, and the more they talked, the more ridiculous it got.
These were things that anyone with common sense would know were absurd, yet they were telling him all this with dead-serious expressions, as if it were the gospel truth.
Seeing everyone chattering away, all singing the praises of this so-called miracle sand, Qin Jiang couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
“Hold on, hold on. Are you all here to see a doctor too?”
The villagers shook their heads.
“No, we’re not here for checkups. We’re just here to watch the fun.”
“Exactly. If you check Huang Hong and find out there’s nothing wrong with him, then our village is going to be set for life!”
“First, we’ll set up a sand quarry, then we’ll package the sand and sell it domestically before exporting it overseas. We’ll take over the Southeast Asian market, and then—the whole world!”
“Bigger and stronger, and on to greater glory!”
Hearing all this, the viewers in the livestream chat completely lost it.
“Did I hear that right? Have these villagers been watching too many movies? They actually want to package sand for export?”
“To be fair, if their sand really does have the miraculous effects they’re claiming, then their logic isn’t totally off. It really could take over the world—I mean, it’s sand that cures everything!”
“Bro, don’t even joke. Even if that kind of sand existed, the state would have claimed it a long time ago. You think they’d let some random villagers run a private factory? Use your head.”
“Does anyone else get the feeling these people are trying to brainwash Dr. Qin? This is giving off major scam vibes.”
At first, Qin Jiang didn’t understand why Huang Hong had shown up with so many people trailing behind him for a simple checkup.
But now, hearing what the villagers were saying, it all clicked.
Whether Huang Hong actually had cancer or not—that directly affected their interests!
If Qin Jiang confirmed that Huang Hong was perfectly healthy, they could immediately set up that village sand factory. Once it went into production and hit the market, every single person in the village would rake in the cash.
Huang Hong looked smug. He had clearly become the pillar of the group.
He pressed his hands down, motioning for everyone to quiet down, and said with a grin, “Alright, alright, everyone settle down. Let’s hear what Dr. Qin has to say.”
Qin Jiang gave him a flat look.
“You just want a test report, don’t you? Come on in with me and we’ll run some tests.”
Huang Hong didn’t waste any time. He cooperated and followed Qin Jiang into the clinic, where he began undergoing a series of examinations.
As for the cost, Huang Hong didn’t have to worry about that. For something this big, the village would split the bill evenly.
Half an hour later, Huang Hong came out of the examination room, and Qin Jiang had the latest test results in hand.
The doctor in the white coat leaned in, curious to sneak a peek at the report.
But Qin Jiang flipped through it way too fast.
Before the doctor could even get a good look at most of the data, Qin Jiang had already turned the page.
“According to the test results, there’s nothing seriously wrong with you. And there’s definitely no sign of cancer cells.”
The moment those words left Qin Jiang’s mouth, the villagers of Huangjia Village erupted in excitement and cheers.
“Did you hear that? No cancer cells—he really doesn’t have cancer!”
“I knew it! I knew the sand in our village was divine! Just as I thought!”
“Huang Hong, what are you standing around for? Let’s go! We’re heading back right now to get that factory started!”
Human greed knows no bounds.
And when greed takes over, intelligence tends to take a nosedive.
None of these villagers stopped to think that there was absolutely no way such a miraculous, cure-all sand could exist in this world.
And even if it did—what made them think the folks of Huangjia Village had the right to develop it?
Just as Huang Hong was about to leave, Qin Jiang called him back.
“Hold on a second. First, tell me—who was it that told you you had cancer in the first place?”
Huang Hong looked over at the doctor in the white coat standing nearby.
“It was him. Dr. Ma—he’s our village doctor.”
Qin Jiang turned to Dr. Ma and asked, “What exactly did you base your diagnosis on?”
Ma Tian hadn’t expected Qin Jiang to suddenly put him on the spot like that, and for a moment, he felt a little nervous.
After all, Qin Jiang was a hugely popular doctor online right now, with tons of followers and genuine skill to back it up.
But Ma Tian was just a village doctor—he didn’t have the same confidence in his words and actions.
In a low voice, Ma Tian explained, “Well, Huang Hong came to my clinic for a checkup. He told me he was feeling dizzy, nauseous, couldn’t eat, and had no appetite.”
“So I did a physical exam and found a ring of lumps around his abdomen.”
“On top of that, he said his skin was really itchy, and some areas had even turned bluish-purple.”
“Taking all those symptoms together, I concluded that he probably had lymphoma.”
Hearing that, Qin Jiang’s eyes went wide.
Even Zou Mali, standing nearby, looked completely floored.
“You… you made that diagnosis just like that?”
“I mean, come on—shouldn’t you have done more thorough tests to determine whether it was cancer?”
“At the very least, you should have run some blood work, right?”
Ma Tian looked embarrassed and replied, “Huangjia Village is a small place. Our clinic has limited equipment—we just can’t run more advanced tests.”
“And besides, I only made a preliminary judgment. I did suggest that Huang Hong go to a bigger hospital for a full workup, but he thought it was too expensive, so he didn’t go.”
“That said, the sand really did help him. His dizziness went away, he stopped feeling nauseous, and most importantly, those bluish-purple patches on his skin faded significantly. Even the swollen lymph nodes shrank a lot.”
If those comments had come from uneducated villagers, Qin Jiang could have understood.
But these words came straight from the mouth of a trained medical professional.
And that, Qin Jiang just could not wrap his head around.
As a doctor—even a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine—you have to consider all angles and use comprehensive reasoning to figure out what’s actually wrong with a patient. And when you deliver a diagnosis, you have to be careful, measured, and think twice before you speak.
Because if you get the diagnosis wrong, the treatment plan is bound to be wrong too.
One wrong step leads to another.
And a condition that wasn’t even that serious to begin with could end up costing someone their life.
Qin Jiang turned to Huang Hong.
“Lift up your shirt. Let me take a look at your abdomen.”
Huang Hong was starting to get impatient.
What did it matter, as long as the tests showed he didn’t have cancer? Why did he have to keep going through all this extra stuff? Wasn’t this just wasting his time?
Even though that’s what he was thinking, Huang Hong still cooperated and lifted his shirt.
Qin Jiang reached out and felt around, then immediately said, “These are lipomas. It’s not lymphoma at all.”
