As soon as Qin Jiang said that, the livestream chat exploded.
“Holy crap, condyloma! And the cauliflower type at that—this girl’s life is ruined!”
“Bro, is this ‘cauliflower-type condyloma’ really that scary?”
“It’s not scary, but it’s disgusting. Just go search up some pictures and you’ll see.”
“Thanks, just came back from searching—and I’ve already thrown up last night’s dinner.”
As a doctor, Qin Jiang hadn’t expected that Ding Lizhen, who seemed so quiet and reserved, would have this kind of disease.
Ding Lina, frustrated beyond words, slapped her sister on the shoulder and said through gritted teeth, “And you said you didn’t have a boyfriend! Spill it! Who is he? I’m going to go castrate him myself!”
Seeing how furious Ding Lina was, Ding Lizhen got scared.
She replied tearfully, “Sis, I really have never had a boyfriend! I… I’m still a virgin!”
“Bull! How could you get this disease if you’ve never had a boyfriend? This is an STD—it stays with you for life!”
Ding Lina was shaking with anger.
After all, these days, premarital checkups are standard. If you have this kind of disease, the doctor will spot it right away.
Then how would your future husband feel when he finds out?
Are you going to tell him, “I’ve always been pure, never had a boyfriend, still a virgin—but I just happen to have condyloma”?
He’s not stupid. Unless the guy also has a disease, who would marry you?
Seeing both sisters so emotional, Qin Jiang tried to calm them down. “There’s no need to be so pessimistic. While this disease does stay with you for life, it doesn’t have a huge impact on daily life.”
“Based on your pulse, it seems you’ve had this for a while now. Why didn’t you see a doctor sooner?”
Ding Lizhen sobbed, “I… I thought it was just a skin condition at first. And the location was so awkward—I didn’t want to see a doctor. I was hoping it would just heal on its own.”
“I never imagined it would be this. How did I even end up with this?”
Ding Lizhen broke down crying again.
Qin Jiang patiently explained, “Your understanding of this disease is still too shallow. There are many ways it can spread—not just through having a boyfriend. Poor hygiene can also cause it.”
Just as Qin Jiang finished speaking, Ding Lizhen’s phone rang.
She picked it up and answered. A familiar voice came through the speaker.
“Hi there! Our system shows you’ve received your order. Would you mind leaving us a positive review? We offer cashback for good reviews!”
Hearing that voice, Ding Lina’s expression instantly changed.
She snatched the phone away.
“Why is it you?! Why are you calling my sister?!”
The store owner on the other end was taken aback for a moment. “Ding Lina?”
She wasn’t stupid—she quickly put two and two together.
“So Ding Lizhen is your sister?”
“Talk about bad luck—how did I end up dealing with you two sisters?”
“You want a refund? Fine, go ahead. But from now on, don’t even think about buying from our store again. What a headache.”
With that, the owner hung up.
Ding Lina was trembling with rage.
She held up the phone and demanded, “Why did that store owner call you? Did you buy something from her store?”
Ding Lizhen didn’t understand why her sister was so angry.
“Yeah, they have the widest selection of styles, they restock fast, and the prices are pretty affordable, so I bought a few pieces.”
Suddenly struck by a horrible thought, Ding Lina frantically opened Ding Lizhen’s phone and checked her purchase history.
The moment she saw the new styles her sister had bought, her face went pale.
Liu Yan was completely lost, having no idea what Ding Lina was doing.
Qin Jiang, however, understood perfectly.
He looked at her calmly and asked, “The clothes you returned earlier—you didn’t wash them, did you?”
Ding Lina stammered, “W-whether I washed them or not is none of your business! The seven-day no-reason return policy doesn’t cover washed items. Didn’t you know that?”
Qin Jiang scoffed. “No, I actually didn’t know that. Because unless there’s a quality issue, I don’t return clothes I buy.”
“But what I do know is that if you return worn, unwashed undergarments and someone else wears them, it can easily spread diseases.”
“Come here. Let me take your pulse and see if you’ve got it too.”
Qin Jiang didn’t mince words.
To be honest, he’d always found her habit of returning clothes on the sixth day pretty distasteful.
And as soon as he said that, the livestream chat exploded again.
“Holy crap, no way—did the older sister catch condyloma too?”
“As crazy as it sounds, it actually makes sense.”
“So the older sister already had an STD, knew she had it, but still tried on clothes, didn’t wash them, and sent them back?”
“That’s so disgusting. I’m never buying clothes online again after this!”
“No wonder my mom always makes me wash new clothes with boiling water before wearing them. She’s so ahead of the game!”
Ding Lizhen stared at her sister in shock.
“Sis… is what Dr. Qin said true?”
Ding Lina looked extremely embarrassed.
She could try to dodge Qin Jiang’s questions, but she couldn’t hide the truth from Ding Lizhen.
After all, this was her beloved little sister—and it was highly likely that Ding Lizhen had caught the disease from her.
Ding Lina said awkwardly, “I never thought that store owner would be so unethical! She didn’t even wash or disinfect the clothes I returned before reselling them!”
“Don’t worry, sis—I’ll definitely report that store! No, I’ll sue her!”
“Even if it means going to court, I’ll get justice for you!”
The viewers in the livestream were all disgusted with Ding Lina.
“How can she say that with such a straight face? She’s the one spreading the virus!”
“I mean, both she and the store owner are at fault. But nobody expected the blowback to hit her own family.”
“This is terrifying. I’m never buying clothes online again. The stuff online is way worse than I thought.”
Ding Lizhen looked at Ding Lina with disappointment in her eyes.
She knew her sister had always gone through boyfriends quickly, and she never shared personal items with her.
But she never imagined that her own dearest sister would be the one to ruin her.
Ding Lina turned to Qin Jiang and begged, “Dr. Qin, I know you’re incredibly skilled. Please, I’m begging you—treat my sister’s condition.”
“She’s a good girl who’s always taken care of herself. She was just unlucky. She doesn’t deserve this.”
Qin Jiang stared coldly at Ding Lina.
“And what about you? You knew you were sick, but you still returned worn, unwashed clothes. Did you ever stop to think that some other clean-living girl might have her life ruined because of what you did?”
