“Dr. Qin, is the cold bath really necessary?”
“Could I take a hot bath instead? I usually love soaking in hot water—if it’s warm, I can stay in the tub for a full hour without even getting up.”
Qin Jiang glanced at Fu Wenxuan and said, “A hot bath can help you relax, but the water temperature shouldn’t be too high, and you should keep it under fifteen minutes—no more than that.”
“What I just said applies to healthy people in general.”
“In your current condition, you can only take cold baths. Hot water will damage sperm activity—they actually prefer a cooler environment.”
Hearing that, Fu Wenxuan nodded in understanding.
“Thank you, Dr. Qin. I got it.”
He stood up and cast a complicated look at Fu Hua, who was still lying on the hospital bed.
By now, she had already received her fever-reducing injection.
He walked over quietly, carefully lifted her into his arms, and carried her out of the clinic, heading back home.
The viewers in the livestream chat were all deeply moved by the scene.
“This guy is seriously unlucky. He worked hard for ten years, came in for a checkup, and ended up losing his family.”
“If that happened to me, I’d probably lose my mind. That’s a child he raised from birth—there’s real emotional attachment there. And now he’s suddenly told she’s not even his biological daughter.”
“The kids are the real victims here too. They don’t even know who their real father is. And judging by that woman’s character, she’s not exactly the responsible type. Who knows how these children are going to get by in the future.”
Even Qin Jiang, sitting in his chair, felt a pang of sympathy.
But that’s just how life is.
Every family has its own burdens. At least Fu Wenxuan didn’t have something like cancer—that was a small mercy, in a way.
Not long after Fu Wenxuan left, two women walked into the clinic from outside.
They looked alike and seemed close in age—both in their early twenties.
The one wearing a red pencil skirt, who appeared slightly more mature, said to Qin Jiang as soon as she entered, “Dr. Qin, my younger sister has been catching colds and running fevers a lot lately, and she’s even been coughing up blood. Please take a look at her.”
Qin Jiang pointed to a device on the table. “Do you have a medical insurance card or an ID? Swipe it, and I’ll set up a file for you.”
The older sister quickly had her sister take out her ID and swipe it.
With just that one swipe, the woman’s past medical records and personal information all appeared on the computer screen.
The woman who had spoken earlier was Ding Lina—the older sister.
The patient was Ding Lizhen—the younger sister.
They were biological siblings and had always been close growing up.
However, their personalities and interests couldn’t have been more different.
Ding Lina had never liked studying as a child. Instead, she loved dressing up, putting on makeup, and hanging out with male classmates. She dropped out of high school without even finishing it.
Ding Lizhen, on the other hand, was quiet and reserved. She’d loved reading since she was little, had always done well in school, and was the pride of her family.
This time, she’d even gotten into a top-tier university through her own hard work.
You could say that the whole Ding family’s hopes for a better future rested squarely on Ding Lizhen’s shoulders.
So when Ding Lizhen started showing signs of illness, her sister Ding Lina wasted no time bringing her in for a checkup.
Qin Jiang asked, “What are the specific symptoms? Tell me in detail.”
Ding Lizhen spoke softly, “I’ve been feeling dizzy, and I haven’t been sleeping well at night.”
“Lately, I’ve been catching colds and running fevers easily. At first, I didn’t think much of it—I figured it was just the flu or something.”
“But then I noticed something was off.”
“My other roommates would get over a cold in about a week, but mine just keeps coming back. It’s been going on for a whole month now.”
As she said this, her mood visibly dropped.
After all, nobody wants to share a dorm with someone who’s constantly sick and never seems to get better.
Lately, Ding Lizhen had clearly sensed that her roommates were avoiding her and didn’t want to hang out with her anymore.
That made her feel terrible.
She’d always been an introverted girl who wasn’t good at socializing.
Now, with her roommates treating her like this, she felt even more down and suffocated.
“This is most likely due to a weak immune system, which is causing these issues. Here, put your hand on the cushion—I’ll take your pulse.”
Ding Lizhen placed her hand on the pulse pillow.
The moment Qin Jiang’s fingers made contact, he jerked his hand back as if he’d been shocked.
Then, right in front of everyone, he quickly got up, walked over to the sink, washed his hands with disinfectant soap, and pulled out a pair of gloves from the drawer to put on.
Seeing this, Ding Lizhen looked extremely embarrassed.
Ding Lina, on the other hand, was furious.
“Dr. Qin, what’s the meaning of this? My sister isn’t some kind of pathogen! Is this really necessary? That’s way out of line!”
She felt Qin Jiang was being highly disrespectful to her sister.
All he did was touch her hand—and now he’s disinfecting and putting on gloves? Seriously?
Qin Jiang put on a mask as he replied, “This is standard protective gear for doctors during an examination. I don’t mean anything by it—please don’t overthink it.”
The livestream viewers burst out laughing at his explanation.
“That explanation is worse than no explanation at all.”
“You touched her hand and immediately pulled that stunt—it’s hard not to overthink.”
“She probably has some kind of infectious disease, right? Otherwise, Dr. Qin wouldn’t be going full hazmat mode like this.”
“Dr. Qin really lives up to being a medical professional—he’s genuinely afraid of dying.”
Qin Jiang sat back down, and Ding Lizhen mustered up the courage to ask, “Dr. Qin, this definitely isn’t just a simple cold or fever, is it? What exactly is wrong with me?”
Instead of answering directly, Qin Jiang asked, “Besides the dizziness, headaches, and feeling like you have a bad cold, have you noticed any other symptoms?”
“Other symptoms?”
Ding Lizhen paused for a moment, then shook her head.
“The main issue is still the dizziness and headaches—they’ve been affecting my studies.”
Qin Jiang prompted her again. “Are you sure there’s nothing else? Think carefully.”
Ding Lizhen wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but she thought about it seriously—and then something did come to mind.
Her face flushed red as she said, “I… sometimes feel a little itchy, and I’ve got some small bumps on my body. I thought they were mosquito bites.”
Qin Jiang gave a knowing look, as if he’d expected that answer.
“Where exactly are those bumps located?”
Ding Lizhen stammered, unable to get the words out for a long time.
Ding Lina, watching from the side, grew anxious.
“Just tell him when the doctor asks! What are you so shy about?”
