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
“Should… should have wiped it off, I think.”
When it came to taking care of kids, the man had no experience. So he wasn’t even sure whether the child’s sweat had actually been wiped off or not.
Qin Jiang had Zou Meili take the little girl for a blood test, and meanwhile, he said to the man, “Children sweat very easily, so after any physical activity, you must remember to wipe off their sweat. Ideally, you should change their clothes afterward too, to keep them from catching a cold.”
“Do you usually carry a towel with you when you take her out?”
The man was stumped by the question. He turned to look at the woman again.
“Does Mom usually bring a towel when she takes Xiaohua out?”
The woman shot him a glare.
“It’s not like we’re going out for a bath—why would we bring a towel?”
Hearing her say that, Qin Jiang immediately knew the little girl had most likely caught a chill and come down with a fever.
The man was furious. “I told you before—my mom’s from the countryside. She doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of kids!”
“I give you so much money every month so you can stay home and take care of the children instead of working. And what have you actually done?!”
The woman got angry too.
“Five thousand a month is ‘so much money’? Do you even know that after food, utilities, and daily expenses, there’s barely anything left from that five thousand?”
“We’ve been married for years, and I’ve given you four children. Isn’t that hard enough? What’s wrong with you giving me five thousand a month? With you getting me pregnant left and right, how am I supposed to hold down a real job?”
At that, the man was left completely speechless.
The livestream chat exploded with comments.
“Whoa, four kids? This guy’s got some skills!”
“It’s not that he’s impressive—it’s his wife who’s impressive. Honestly, if my wife could give me four children, I’d be happy to keep her at home with five thousand a month too.”
“Giving birth is really tough, let alone four times.”
“The guy’s not having it easy either—raising four kids is expensive!”
With the woman making such a scene, the man quickly backed down.
Qin Jiang gestured to both of them. “Stop arguing for now. Come over and fill out your personal information.”
As the little girl’s parents, they naturally needed to register their details.
After glancing at the form they filled out, Qin Jiang learned that the man’s name was Fu Wenxuan, a programmer at a large corporation. The woman was Song Yasi, currently unemployed and a full-time stay-at-home mom.
The little girl they’d brought in, Fu Hua, was the youngest of four children. The other three were each about a year apart—meaning she’d gotten pregnant once a year, four years in a row.
Even Qin Jiang felt that Fu Wenxuan really ought to treat Song Yasi better. The ordeal of carrying a child for ten months was something she’d endured for four consecutive years, and to be fair, that was nothing short of remarkable. Plenty of women even end up with postpartum depression after just one pregnancy. The fact that Song Yasi was only reluctant to take care of the kids at home was already pretty commendable.
Just then, Zou Meili came back with the little girl’s test results.
Qin Jiang took a look at the report and started preparing the medication.
While mixing the medicine, he said to the couple, “It’s normal for couples to argue, but don’t let it affect your family harmony.”
“The child just caught a chill and has a fever—nothing too serious. One shot and she’ll be fine.”
“However, you still need to pay attention to keeping her warm in the future. Fevers can take a toll on a young child’s body, and if it gets too severe, there’s even a chance of it affecting their mental state.”
Fu Wenxuan nodded repeatedly, saying he understood and would be more careful from now on.
After Qin Jiang finished preparing the medication, he had Zou Meili give the little girl the injection.
Just then, Fu Wenxuan said to Qin Jiang, “Dr. Qin, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately—I just can’t seem to fall asleep. And when I wake up in the morning, my shoulders and neck really hurt. Do you think something’s wrong with me? Could you take a look?”
Normally, Fu Wenxuan was too busy with work to find time for a checkup. Since he was already at the clinic, he figured he might as well have Qin Jiang take a look.
“Sure, put your hand here. Let me take your pulse first.”
Since a customer was walking right through the door, Qin Jiang certainly wasn’t about to turn him away.
He’d already noticed during his visual examination that Fu Wenxuan’s body was definitely showing signs of trouble. The man was only in his early thirties, but his temples were already streaked with gray, and a large patch of his hair had turned white. He wasn’t balding, but the quality of his hair was poor—dry, brittle, and split at the ends, as if it could snap at the slightest touch.
Hair is supposed to be resilient. If it’s reached the point where it breaks that easily, it means it’s lost its nourishment and is practically dead.
The moment Qin Jiang placed his fingers on Fu Wenxuan’s wrist, his expression shifted.
He looked at Fu Wenxuan with a hint of doubt, as if uncertain about his own diagnosis. He closed his eyes and focused, feeling the pulse more carefully.
Seeing Qin Jiang’s expression turn grim, Fu Wenxuan’s heart immediately sank.
Thoughts of diseases like cancer started racing through his mind.
He asked nervously, “Dr. Qin… is there something wrong with my body?”
“If there really is a problem, just tell me straight—I can take it.”
Qin Jiang was silent for a moment, then asked, “Does your job require you to stay up late often?”
Fu Wenxuan nodded.
“Yeah. Our clients usually send in their requirements in the afternoon, but they need everything ready by the next morning. So we often work overtime until the early hours, then sleep in until noon the next day.”
“But I make sure I get eight hours of sleep every day. That shouldn’t be too bad for my health, right?”
Qin Jiang snorted. “Getting eight hours of sleep just keeps you from dropping dead the same day. Who told you it doesn’t affect your health?”
“From a traditional Chinese medicine perspective, there are twelve two-hour periods in a day, and each one has its own function. Your body stays healthy only when you do what you’re supposed to do during each of those periods.”
“At night, when it’s time for you to sleep and calm your mind, you’re racking your brain writing code and programming instead.”
“With your mind in a restless state like that, of course you’ll have insomnia.”
“More importantly, your liver function isn’t great. You already have fatty liver disease. If you keep staying up late like this, that fatty liver is going to turn into cirrhosis—and by then, even a deity wouldn’t be able to save you.”
Hearing it was just fatty liver, Fu Wenxuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Fatty liver? Honestly, it wasn’t just him—pretty much everyone at his company had it. It was practically an occupational hazard. He hadn’t been too worried about it in the first place.
“Dr. Qin, is there anything else wrong with my body?”
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.
