Hearing Qin Jiang say that, Fang Hao couldn’t help but give him a glance.
“You actually know what’s wrong with me?”
“I don’t know, I just get this feeling you’re not exactly reliable. Go on then, tell me. Let’s see if you’re right or not.”
Fang Hao’s attitude was pretty amusing to the viewers in the live stream.
You’d think he was the one diagnosing Qin Jiang, not the other way around.
Qin Jiang didn’t mind, though. Why would a doctor bother bickering with his patient?
He asked calmly, “Lately, have you been feeling irritable a lot? Can’t seem to settle down and focus on anything? Everything gets on your nerves, and you’ve got a pretty short fuse?”
Fang Hao furrowed his brow.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a short fuse. It’s just that some things really do rub me the wrong way.”
“I’m a straightforward guy. If I don’t like something, I say it right then and there. I don’t beat around the bush, you know?”
He said this while glancing at Zou Mo Li again.
“So, if any girl decides to make me her boyfriend, she’d be super lucky. I say what I mean, no secrets, no games.”
Zou Mo Li’s expression turned a bit sour.
She was starting to realize that Fang Hao might actually have some kind of problem.
Why else would he keep dragging her into every other sentence?
Qin Jiang smiled and continued, “And do you also feel like you’re pretty amazing, but nobody really gets you?”
Fang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes lit up as he looked at Qin Jiang.
“Dr. Qin, you think I’m amazing too? You can see it, right?!”
He slapped his thigh, clearly excited.
“I knew it! Gold always shines through!”
“To be honest, Dr. Qin, I know I’m just a regular college student right now, but I’ve got big plans for my future. And honestly? The level of knowledge from the professors at my school—if I really applied myself, I could surpass all of them in just one year.”
Hearing this, the live stream chat immediately filled with sarcastic remarks.
“Is this guy for real? One year to surpass his professors? Does he think they’re all useless or something?”
“I’m noticing this dude’s got some serious confidence. Like, a weirdly inexplicable kind of confidence.”
“Same here. And the way he looks at Dr. Zou and Director Liu—it’s just off. Like he’s sizing them up as if he’s picking out maidservants or something.”
“Classic mediocre guy with sky-high ego. Such a turn-off!”
Fang Hao went on and on, telling Qin Jiang all about his dreams and his grand life plans.
You have to admit, the guy had a way with words. Talking all by himself, he didn’t stumble once, and his delivery was actually pretty passionate.
Whether it moved anyone else, Qin Jiang didn’t know—but it definitely moved Fang Hao himself.
After listening for a bit, Qin Jiang cut him off. “Alright, Fang Hao. I know exactly what’s going on with you.”
“What is it?” Fang Hao asked, curious.
“It’s a condition called ‘Peach Blossom Sickness.’ Also known as ‘Peach Blossom Mania.’ In ancient times, folks just called it being lovesick.”
The moment those words left Qin Jiang’s mouth, Fang Hao froze.
The live stream chat exploded with laughter.
“I can’t believe lovesickness is an actual medical condition! This is hilarious, hahaha!”
“Honestly though, the way this guy was acting just now—he really does fit the bill.”
“For real. Super narcissistic, overly confident—definitely a major lovesick case.”
Fang Hao had thought Qin Jiang actually understood him. He never expected to be called lovesick instead.
His face fell immediately.
“Dr. Qin, are you insulting me?”
Qin Jiang remained perfectly calm.
“I’m not insulting you. You really do have lovesickness.”
He began to patiently explain.
“Psychologically speaking, your condition is a form of mania, or some other mood disorder with manic features.”
“This kind of illness tends to flare up in spring, when peach blossoms are in full bloom—that’s why people call it Peach Blossom Sickness.”
“People with this condition typically show two very prominent traits.”
“First: They usually see themselves as optimistic, cheerful, ‘sunshine boy’ types. But when things don’t go their way or they hit a setback, they can react with extreme behavior.”
Qin Jiang glanced at Fang Hao’s face. “There’s still some bruising around your eyes that hasn’t faded. You got into a fight at school recently, didn’t you?”
Fang Hao stammered, “That—that guy deserved it! What does that have to do with me being lovesick? Are you saying anyone who throws a punch is lovesick?”
Even as he said it, he was already feeling a bit guilty.
The fight at school had started over something really trivial.
At the time, all he felt was rage—like violence was the only way to settle things.
But looking back now, he knew deep down that it wasn’t worth throwing hands over something so small.
Qin Jiang didn’t call him out. He just continued:
“Second: People with this condition often have an inflated sense of self-worth, especially around the opposite sex. In severe cases, they genuinely believe that everyone of the opposite sex likes them and has a secret crush on them.”
“The only reason no one has confessed, they think, is because the other person is just too shy.”
“That’s what you were thinking just now, right?”
At that, Fang Hao felt like the ground should swallow him whole.
The chat erupted again in realization.
“No wonder I thought the way he looked at Dr. Zou was weird—so that’s what he was thinking!”
“Wow, this illness is insane. Imagining all women are into you? I wouldn’t even dare to dream that!”
“I actually met someone like this back in school. I always thought he had a screw loose—he kept saying the school beauty had a crush on him. Turns out he was actually sick.”
“Oh no, guys. I think I might have lovesickness too. I keep thinking some girls in my class like me.”
The three great illusions in life: the door is locked, she loves me, I can take him.
Thinking a girl likes you—every guy has probably been there at some point.
But thinking every girl likes you? That’s crossing the line.
So without a doubt, Fang Hao’s condition was a mental and psychological disorder.
For the biological side of treatment, Qin Jiang would naturally use the Buyuan Jieyu Decoction the system had given him.
For the psychological side, Qin Jiang would rely mainly on conversation.
First, he had to shatter Fang Hao’s delusions and pull him out of that state of extreme self-importance.
So Qin Jiang turned to Zou Mo Li, right in front of Fang Hao, and asked:
“Dr. Zou, do you like him?”
“No, I don’t,” she replied bluntly.
Qin Jiang then looked at Liu Yan.
“Do you like him?”
Liu Yan shook her head as well.
“He’s not my type.”
Ouch. That hurt.
Getting rejected outright by two women, face to face like that—even someone as thick-skinned as Fang Hao couldn’t handle it.
Qin Jiang’s treatment method was simple, direct, and utterly brutal.
