As long as he gets nervous, he’ll end up soiling himself anytime, anywhere?
Both parents were dumbfounded.
They had originally wanted to have Zhao Rui take some medication to get it under control, but now it turned out there was simply no controlling it at all.
Putting aside the college entrance exams for a moment—
Given Zhao Rui’s personality, what’s going to happen if he suddenly soils his pants during class one day, or during morning assembly? How is he supposed to deal with that? And his mother can’t exactly be glued to his side every second of the day, can she?
Realizing just how serious this was, the couple immediately backed down.
“Dr. Qin, we know we were wrong. He’s our only son—please, we’re begging you, you have to cure him!”
Even Zhao Rui’s father, who had been so arrogant earlier, now wore a pleading expression.
“Dr. Qin, I had a bad attitude before, and I apologize. I know how skilled you are. Could you please not hold it against me and help my son get better?”
“I’ll kneel and kowtow to you right here.”
To his credit, Zhao Rui’s father knew when to swallow his pride.
Earlier, he had been quick to hit Zhao Rui, but it was only because he wanted his son to succeed. Now, though? With this condition, success was out of the question—even just living a normal life was going to be a struggle.
So without a second thought, the couple dropped to their knees and kowtowed to Qin Jiang, their attitudes completely sincere.
The viewers in the livestream chat couldn’t help but comment:
“If only they’d realized this sooner, none of this would’ve happened.”
“I really don’t get these people. You come to a clinic as a patient, and you actually dare to talk back to the doctor? Do they not realize their lives are literally in his hands?”
“Buddy, if everyone understood that, there wouldn’t be so many medical disputes in hospitals.”
“Aren’t medical disputes mostly because the doctor isn’t competent enough, though?”
“The person above me is way too naive. If you’ve ever worked in a hospital, you’d know patients will start trouble for all kinds of ridiculous reasons. There was a case where a patient pulled a knife on a doctor just because the doctor wouldn’t let him get an X-ray—he thought the doctor was discriminating against him. Believe it or not, but it actually happened.”
A lot of the people watching Qin Jiang’s stream were healthcare professionals.
To be honest, they didn’t really learn much from watching him—his medical skills were so extraordinary that they couldn’t even figure out where to begin. But every time they saw Qin Jiang make these patients publicly humiliate themselves, it gave them a deep sense of satisfaction.
After all, in a regular hospital, there were strict rules and regulations to follow. Whether doctor or nurse, getting one complaint filed against you was already a huge headache.
But not at Qin Jiang’s clinic.
With his patients, Qin Jiang had only one attitude: if you want treatment, behave; if not, get out.
Look at how cocky that couple was just a moment ago—and now, look at how hard they were knocking their heads on the floor.
Qin Jiang picked up his teacup and took a slow, unhurried sip. He waited until the couple was dizzy from all the bowing and starting to run out of steam before finally speaking up: “Alright, get up. I’m not that petty, you know.”
“I took your money, so of course I’ll do my job and treat him.”
“But I’ll say it again—there’s no miracle cure for this condition. In fact, it’s hard to even pinpoint the exact cause.”
“So all I can do is prescribe some medicine to help regulate his system. The most important thing is that you don’t put too much pressure on him at home—let him relax and unwind.”
Qin Jiang walked into the pharmacy and came back out with a few packets of herbal medicine for diarrhea and pain relief.
“Take these home and decoct them for him to drink. I’ve written the preparation instructions on the paper.”
The couple took the medicine, thanking him profusely.
Qin Jiang then picked up a fountain pen and wrote down more than a dozen items on a piece of paper.
“For now, don’t send him to school. With his current state, continuing classes will only add more stress.”
“I’ve written down a few things here for you. Follow them one by one, and come back for a follow-up in a month.”
The couple thought Qin Jiang had written down some kind of miraculous prescription. But when they looked closely, they were completely stunned.
“Spend a day at Jincheng Amusement Park?”
“Take Zhao Rui to the supermarket and let him choose whatever snacks he wants?”
“Let him sleep in all day and don’t wake him up?”
The more they read, the more confused they became, and their expressions grew strained.
After all, a lot of what Qin Jiang had written went directly against how they’d been raising Zhao Rui.
“Dr. Qin… aren’t these things a bit… unhealthy for him?”
“Yeah, Dr. Qin—if we let him pick whatever he wants at the supermarket, what if he just grabs chips and soda? That can’t be good for him, right?”
Qin Jiang furrowed his brow and said, “The whole point of these items is to help Zhao Rui relax.”
“Besides, as long as you keep things in moderation, it’s fine.”
“If you can’t even follow what I’ve written here, then don’t bother coming back.”
Hearing that, the couple immediately backed down again.
“We can do it, we can do it! Thank you so much, Dr. Qin.”
They had Zhao Rui bow to Qin Jiang in thanks, and then quickly took him home.
Watching the family of three leave, Liu Yan let out a long sigh of relief.
“Finally gone. Every time I look at that family, I feel like I can’t breathe—there’s this suffocating feeling.”
Zou Meili nodded in agreement.
“No matter what you do, it all comes down to intrinsic motivation. If the child isn’t interested in it themselves, forcing them to study will only backfire.”
“I really hope that couple can truly realize their mistakes.”
In any case, Qin Jiang had already given them a solution. Whether they’d actually follow the doctor’s orders was up to them.
Just as Qin Jiang was catching his breath, another couple walked into the clinic carrying a child.
“Doctor, my child has a high fever that won’t go down. Could you please take a look?”
Seeing that the little girl was unconscious, Qin Jiang immediately stepped forward to examine her.
Zou Meili quickly moved in as well to assist with the checkup.
“When did the fever start? Does this child have any medical history?”
The man quickly replied, “It started around noon today. Her grandmother took her out for a walk, and when she came back, she just wasn’t herself.”
“She was dozing off at first, and I thought she was just tired. But not long after she lay down in bed, she started running a fever.”
“Doctor, please—can you figure out what’s going on?”
Hearing this, Qin Jiang lifted the little girl’s clothes and reached out to feel the padded jacket underneath.
That’s when he discovered—the inner layer of her clothing was completely soaked through!
Qin Jiang asked in a low voice, “When was this inner layer changed last?”
The man turned to look at the woman beside him.
But she replied impatiently, “How would I know? I wasn’t the one who dressed her.”
The man took a look at the jacket’s style and said, “It should’ve been changed this morning.”
Zou Meili shot the man a glare.
“So you’re telling me you took her out for a walk, came back, and didn’t even wipe off her sweat or change her clothes?”
The man was left completely speechless.
