Live Broadcast: My Blunt TCM Practice and My Patients Are Dying Online - Chapter 1

“Hello everyone, and welcome to the large-scale livestream talent show—Soul of Chinese Medicine!”

“This show will randomly select one hundred contestants from tens of thousands of medical workers for a 24-hour non-stop livestream!”

“We’ll show you the most authentic side of medical professionals!”

“Finally, based on comprehensive data including popularity, gifts, and tips, the show will crown one champion.”

“The grand prize for the winner is up to 500 million yuan in cash!”

On the program set, as the host explained the rules, over a hundred screens lit up, and over a hundred live streams launched simultaneously.

In these live streams, some participants were nurses, some were doctors, some were ambulance drivers, and some were in the middle of performing surgery…

All streams were filmed by professional camera crews with the participants’ consent, running 24/7 without shutting down.

It was all about keeping it real!
Viewers could choose which stream to watch based on their interests and chat with others via live comments.

“Damn, 500 million for the prize? Is this for real?”

“Bro, this is a campaign launched by Central TV to promote the development of Chinese medicine. You think it’s fake?”

“Am I the only one who noticed it’s 24/7 filming? What about using the restroom or showering? Doesn’t that mean zero privacy?”

“Good point. I’m going to find a stream following a female medic.”

…

Jincheng.

An old-fashioned Chinese medicine clinic nestled in an ancient tea alley.

Nearby teahouses echoed with servers greeting customers, filling the air with a lively, rustic atmosphere.

Inside the clinic, however, it was lush with flowers and plants, birds chirping—a stark contrast to the outside world, like a hidden paradise.

Under the sign reading “Qin’s Chinese Medicine Clinic,” a young man in coarse linen clothes was sprawled out, fast asleep.

The young man was quite handsome with clear skin.

But his sleeping posture… was undeniably awkward, giving off a rather unreliable vibe.

“D-Doctor Qin, wake up. Our livestream has already started.”

Shaken gently awake by the assistant director, Qin Jiang jolted up with a start, startling the entire camera crew.

Seeing the crew nearby, Qin Jiang finally snapped to attention.

I’ve… transmigrated?

And into the body of a young Chinese medicine practitioner?

To make things worse, every move I make will be livestreamed 24/7 from now on?

Oh, come on!

This is just cruel!
As fragmented memories slowly pieced together, Qin Jiang finally understood the situation.

The original Qin Jiang had been tempted by the 500 million yuan prize and proactively signed up for the show.

The contract clearly stated that until the show ended, except for private activities like using the restroom or showering, the camera crew would follow Qin Jiang 24/7, recording his every move.

But the problem was—Qin Jiang knew nothing about Chinese medicine!

Qin Jiang looked somewhat awkwardly at the assistant director. “Um, can we pause the filming for now?”

Assistant Director Liu Yan shook her head seriously. “Don’t joke around, Doctor Qin. According to the contract, if you unilaterally request to stop filming, you’ll have to pay a penalty.”

“How much?”

“Five million yuan,” Liu Yan said.

F-Five million?!

Holy crap!

I couldn’t scrape together five million even if I sold everything I own!

Qin Jiang panicked.

He even considered pulling a Zhu Di and pretending to be insane.
What if he could bluff his way through?
After all, when it came to Chinese medicine, if you didn’t know it, you didn’t know it. Once the livestream started, everything would be exposed.

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in Qin Jiang’s mind.

[Detecting a suitable host. System binding in progress.]
[System binding successful.]

Ding.

[Congratulations, host. You have successfully bound the Medical Professional System: The Blunt Old Chinese Doctor System!]

[The Blunt Old Chinese Doctor: No matter the patient’s status or illness, bluntly state their condition and offer the most honest advice. The host will receive generous rewards!]

Qin Jiang was so moved he nearly cried.

Perfect timing!
Just in the nick of time!

But wait—even with the system, he still knew nothing right now.

At that moment, the system notification sounded again.

[Congratulations, host. You have received the Newcomer’s Gift Pack: Divine-Level Observation!]

Observation?
As Qin Jiang wondered, a flood of knowledge rushed into his mind.

Things like:
Observe the five colors of the body to discern ailments.
Diagnose diseases by appearance with unerring accuracy.

Now, just by looking at someone, Qin Jiang could diagnose any illness with about 70-80% accuracy.

This skill was incredible!
“Doctor Qin, can we open the clinic for diagnoses now?”

Seeing Qin Jiang sitting there grinning foolishly, Liu Yan frowned.

This Doctor Qin seemed rather unreliable.

Great. Their team probably wouldn’t capture any decent footage.

Just as Liu Yan thought this, Qin Jiang straightened up, waved his hand, and said, “Alright, open up! Let the patients in!”

As the show officially began, viewers flooded into the live stream.

Many had already seen Qin Jiang sleeping earlier.

“Hahaha, is this doctor for real? Snoring in his sleep—doesn’t seem very reliable.”

“Whoa, he’s a Chinese medicine doctor? And so young? Could he be a fraud?”

“Fellow med students, see this? If you don’t study hard, you’ll end up like him—a Chinese medicine scammer.”

Chinese medicine had declined in influence, while Western medicine dominated.

Few people were willing to study Chinese medicine these days.

In the dean’s office at Beijing University of Chinese Medicine, an elderly man with graying hair was also watching Qin Jiang’s stream.

There simply weren’t many streams related to Chinese medicine, and Qin Jiang was one of the few.

Seeing Qin Jiang still asleep right before opening the clinic, the old man couldn’t help but sigh.

“Has Chinese medicine really fallen so far that they’re letting such a young guy run a clinic?”

“No pharmacist in sight, no apprentices—is he managing the entire clinic alone?”

Disappointment filled the old man’s eyes.

laymen watched for fun; experts watched for skill.
Just by observing Qin Jiang’s demeanor and the clinic’s setup, the old man could tell Qin Jiang was likely an inexperienced novice.

It seemed this livestream would only further embarrass Chinese medicine.

Just as the old man felt utterly disappointed, a father and son walked into the clinic.

The man was in his forties, well-dressed.

The son wore a school uniform— clearly a high school student. He looked decent but had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Business was here!
Qin Jiang perked up immediately and smiled. “Hello, you two. Who’s seeing the doctor?”

The middle-aged man quickly replied with a smile, “Hello, Doctor. Could you please take a look at my son? He’s been feeling lethargic lately and just overall unwell.”