Live Broadcast: My Blunt TCM Practice and My Patients Are Dying Online - Chapter 13
Wang Xuan knew all too well the current state of her back.
Even taking a slightly deeper breath was enough to send a sharp pain through her, let alone the thought of someone touching it.
So when she saw Qin Jiang about to push directly on her back with his hands, her face turned pale with fear.
Isn’t this just going to break my back outright?
She wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
With a sudden, forceful push from Qin Jiang—
Crack!
A clear, crisp sound echoed through the room.
Liu Yan, the show director, clenched her fists nervously. Viewers in the live stream held their breath, forgetting to even type comments.
“Alright, no need to stay hunched over. You can get off the bed now.”
That’s it? It’s done?
Cautiously, Wang Xuan shifted slightly. To her surprise, there was no pain.
Gaining confidence, she attempted a gentle twist.
Still, not even a hint of discomfort.
“You’re a miracle worker!” she exclaimed, looking at Qin Jiang with admiration.
They say it takes a hundred days to recover from muscle or bone injuries. Wang Xuan had even prepared herself for a month of bed rest.
Yet, with just one push, Qin Jiang had completely healed her back injury.
The live chat erupted.
“He fixed her back with just one push? No way, that’s got to be fake!”
“Last time I threw out my back at home, I was stuck in bed for three months and still didn’t fully recover. And now I’m seeing this?”
“This is straight out of a sci-fi movie!”
…
Jincheng First Hospital, Orthopedics Department Break Room.
A dozen doctors in white coats watched what had just happened in silence.
“Do you think… this is even possible?” asked Zhou Wenhai, the head of orthopedics. With extensive clinical experience, he was known as the top orthopedic specialist in Jincheng.
The other doctors were also experts in orthopedics, each with considerable experience and seniority in the city.
They had been watching the stream during their lunch break to relax.
None of them expected to witness Qin Jiang treating Wang Xuan.
“Based on the female patient’s posture, it looks like acute lumbar disc herniation, likely with nerve compression.”
“Right, judging by how she was walking earlier, there had to be nerve involvement.”
“In a case like that, how could forced manual adjustment possibly work? It doesn’t make sense!”
The group of orthopedic experts couldn’t wrap their heads around it.
While the others expressed doubt, Zhou Wenhai fell silent.
Years ago, during his studies abroad, he had met a highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
That practitioner had once demonstrated the legendary bone-setting technique.
Even now, Zhou Wenhai remembered the old doctor’s methods as nothing short of miraculous.
But how could someone as young as Qin Jiang have mastered such a technique?
Puzzled, Zhou Wenhai continued watching.
…
Back at the clinic, Wang Xuan repeatedly bowed to Qin Jiang in gratitude.
“Thank you, Dr. Qin. If it weren’t for you, I might have lost my job.”
This wasn’t an exaggeration.
As a dancer, being unable to perform for even a month or two could mean someone else taking her spot.
It was also why injury rates among dancers remained consistently high.
Minor injuries don’t take you off stage.
Once you step down, it’s hard to get back.
Qin Jiang glanced at her.
“Don’t thank me just yet. There’s still another issue with your body. It’s not completely healed.”
“There’s more?”
After what had just happened, Wang Xuan now trusted Qin Jiang completely.
Qin Jiang asked, “Have you noticed any other discomfort in your body?”
Wang Xuan thought carefully.
“Well, sometimes my upper back feels sore and stiff, my neck is often tight, and I occasionally feel dizzy.”
“Dr. Qin, do you think I might have a cold?”
Qin Jiang shook his head. “Those aren’t cold symptoms. Come here, let me examine your bones.”
Wang Xuan’s eyes widened.
“Examine my bones? You can do that too, Dr. Qin?”
Once Wang Xuan was ready, Qin Jiang placed his right hand on her neck and gently moved downward.
As his hand glided over her back, Wang Xuan’s face flushed red.
As a dancer, she was physically sensitive and acutely aware of her body.
Qin Jiang’s touch made her heart race, and her thoughts began to wander.
Dr. Qin is skilled, handsome… truly an all-around impressive person.
Unaware of her thoughts, Qin Jiang soon finished the examination.
“You have scoliosis that’s compressing your nerves. Your meridians are blocked, and your brain isn’t getting enough blood flow. That’s why you’re experiencing back pain, dizziness, and fatigue.”
Wang Xuan was puzzled. “But that doesn’t make sense. I practice standing postures every day. How could I have scoliosis?”
Maintaining proper posture was a fundamental part of her dance training.
To showcase a dancer’s grace, she had to keep her chest open and her back straight, standing tall and poised.
Wang Xuan practiced dance for hours every day—how could she possibly have developed scoliosis?
Qin Jiang looked at her.
“Do you like watching TV?”
Wang Xuan nodded.
“Yes, watching TV is my only way to relax after getting home.”
Qin Jiang continued, “Then remember to sit properly when you watch TV next time. No more handstand splits.”
“Huh?”
Wang Xuan’s face instantly turned red.
How did he know she liked watching TV in that position?
As a dancer, Wang Xuan never wasted a moment to practice and improve her flexibility.
Even while watching TV, she would often stretch, sometimes even doing a handstand split against the couch.
The position might have looked unusual, but to her, it was comfortable and practical—killing two birds with one stone.
But having this habit exposed in front of so many people made her ears burn with embarrassment.
“D-Dr. Qin… how did you know?”
Qin Jiang replied matter-of-factly, “Don’t worry about how I know. But your scoliosis is quite serious. Would you like me to treat it with a massage now?”
Blushing, Wang Xuan nodded.
Well, since I’m already here, I might as well get fully treated.
As Qin Jiang prepared for the bone adjustment, viewers in the live stream couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Handstand splits while watching TV? Now that’s a dancer for you—impressive!”
“My little brother also likes doing handstands on the couch while watching TV. What a weirdo!”
“Honestly, I’ve got a thing for dance students. Anyone know one they can introduce me to?”
“Whoa, check out the host’s hands—am I seeing things? They look more solid than before!”
Noticing the comments, the cameraman zoomed in on Qin Jiang’s hands.
They were the same hands, but the muscles in his arms now appeared more defined, radiating strength.
Under everyone’s astonished gaze, Qin Jiang instructed Wang Xuan to clasp her hands behind her head. Then, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and lifted her sharply upward.
Pop, crack!
A series of bone-adjusting sounds followed.
Wang Xuan let out an involuntary gasp, then quickly covered her mouth.