Live Broadcast: My Blunt TCM Practice and My Patients Are Dying Online - Chapter 69

“So what exactly are you two here for today?”

Seeing that Luo Hao didn’t seem troubled by his ability to spit blood—in fact, he seemed a little pleased—Qin Jiang was puzzled.

Luo Hao said with a smile, “Dr. Qin, it’s simple. We just need you to give us an authentication. If you approve… I mean, if you recognize this as a special ability, Reporter Zhuang can get me featured in the newspaper right away.”

Qin Jiang finally understood. So they were here to use him as a verifier.

He found it both funny and frustrating. “Why do you need my authentication for a newspaper feature? I’m not some Guinness World Records official. Just do your thing, whatever it is.”

Zhuang Zhong said with a serious face, “Dr. Qin, do you have any idea how famous you are right now?”
“You’ve broken into the top 100 on Jin Cheng’s live-streaming rankings.”

Qin Jiang still looked confused and turned to Liu Yan, who was standing to the side. “Is that ranking considered really popular?”

Liu Yan nodded gravely. “It definitely is. After all, Jin Cheng has tens of thousands of live streams. Only those with real unique skills make it onto that list.”

Zhuang Zhong chimed in, “That’s right, that’s right! Other streamers are either showing off high heels, black stockings, and long legs, or they’re super high-pitched gaming streamers putting on a cutesy act.”
“For a streamer like you to break into the top 100 is really quite impressive.”

“Personally, I do want Luo Hao to get into the paper, and I was hoping to include your name in the feature as well, Dr. Qin. So that’s why we need to trouble you for this.”

Now Qin Jiang got it.
These two weren’t here for a medical consultation at all. The authentication wasn’t the real point either.
They were basically here to ride on his coattails, to rub his clout.

Zhuang Zhong pulled Qin Jiang aside, out of the camera’s view, and stuffed a thick wad of cash into his hand.
“Dr. Qin, this is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you’ll accept it.”

Qin Jiang immediately straightened his face and refused righteously. “What kind of person do you take me for? I can’t take this money. A consultation is a consultation. I would absolutely never deceive my patients.”

Zhuang Zhong quickly explained, “Dr. Qin, it’s a misunderstanding! The reason I’m giving you this money is so that you’ll just speak freely later. I’m not asking you to falsify anything for us.”

Qin Jiang went, “Oh.” He hadn’t expected such a good deal.
He double-checked, just to be sure. “Just speak the truth?”

Zhuang Zhong nodded. “Yes, just tell it like it is.”

“Alright then, I’ll accept this money.”
He couldn’t accept money to lie, that was against his principles.
But getting paid to tell the truth? That was a request he could accommodate.

Qin Jiang pocketed the cash and returned to sit at the consultation desk.
The cameraman, understanding the situation perfectly, immediately zoomed in for a close-up of the pocket.

Netizens found this hilarious.
“The cameraman knows what’s up with these close-ups. Full marks for this one!”
“Dr. Qin seems like an upright, good doctor. Just stuffing the money he was given directly into his pocket like that… Doc, your pocket is practically glowing red through the white fabric!”
“I don’t really get it. Why give Dr. Qin money?”
“So he’ll confirm the guy’s ‘special ability’ is real, obviously. Didn’t you see how smug that reporter looked?”
“I think Dr. Qin is a principled man. He probably won’t do that.”
“You’re underestimating the power of money. If he weren’t going to do it, he wouldn’t have taken the cash.”

It wasn’t just the netizens who thought this; Zhuang Zhong thought the same.
Sure, he’d told Qin Jiang to speak freely—but that was just the standard polite talk!
When you’re out in the world, never just listen to what people say, watch what they do.
Some things are better left unsaid, understood without being spoken.

In Zhuang Zhong’s view, since Qin Jiang had taken the money, he definitely understood the unspoken message.
This matter was in the bag!

“Alright, open your mouth and let me have a look.”
Luo Hao obediently opened his mouth, letting Qin Jiang examine it carefully.

After looking, Qin Jiang nodded and started writing something down.

Luo Hao felt a bit scornful inside.
He’d initially thought Qin Jiang was the real deal too; after all, he’d watched some of Qin Jiang’s previous live streams, and he did seem skilled.
But now it seemed Qin Jiang’s reputation was unearned.
Checking this, checking that, still just looking at his mouth—couldn’t find anything unusual.

Luo Hao started getting carried away. He couldn’t help saying, “Dr. Qin, do you suspect I have a blood capsule hidden in my mouth?”

Qin Jiang was taken aback, his face full of question marks. “I didn’t say that. I’m just doing a normal check-up.”

But Luo Hao went on, talking to himself, “Actually, it’s normal for you to think that way, Dr. Qin, since you don’t understand Qigong.”
“Even the folks in my village didn’t believe I could spit blood at first. Later, I gave each of them a demonstration, and then they believed me.”

Qin Jiang fell silent.
“You gave each of them a demonstration?”

Luo Hao was very pleased with himself. “Yeah.”

“No wonder you’re so anemic for someone so young.”

Luo Hao: “…”
He felt insulted.
Was that the point?! Wasn’t the point supposed to be his Qigong, his special ability?!
Luo Hao felt he’d lost face and was determined to get it back.

He said to Qin Jiang, “Dr. Qin, actually, I can not only spit blood, I can also suck blood. How about I give you a demonstration?”

Qin Jiang refused outright. “No need. I don’t want your blood getting on me. I’m particular about cleanliness.”

Luo Hao was nearly going crazy. He instinctively glanced at Zhuang Zhong.
Didn’t you give him the red envelope? What’s going on? Why isn’t he cooperating?

Zhuang Zhong also felt somewhat awkward. “Maybe… Dr. Qin really is particular about cleanliness?”

Barely suppressing his anger, Luo Hao randomly called over a villager.
The villager was quite cooperative, trotting over eagerly.

“Look here, Dr. Qin. My blood-sucking is different from ordinary blood-sucking.”
“I can suck out stagnant blood from inside his body without breaking the skin’s surface, thereby improving his physical condition.”

“Bravo!” Zhuang Zhong applauded from the side, playing the hype man. The other villagers, catching on belatedly, started clapping sporadically.

Qin Jiang curled his lip. Looked like the quality of their extras wasn’t very high.

After some build-up from Luo Hao, he grabbed the villager’s hand and went straight in with his mouth.
The villager didn’t react much at first, but after seeing Zhuang Zhong signaling him with his eyes, he immediately launched into his performance.

“Ah, no! I feel… drained!”
“Ah, be gentler, I can’t take it!”

Qin Jiang: “…”
Liu Yan: “…”

Hearing the villager’s utterly unconvincing and downright cringey performance, Qin Jiang’s fists clenched.
Seriously?
Where did you find these extras? They’re so unprofessional!
And these lines… which B-movie did you plagiarize them from?

Soon, Luo Hao unclamped his mouth.
Right where he had been ‘sucking,’ a large patch of bloodstain appeared.

Luo Hao, his mouth full of blood, looked immensely proud. “So, Dr. Qin, how about it? Isn’t my special ability amazing?”

Qin Jiang found it extremely hard to watch. “Amazing? What’s amazing about gum bleeding? I get that every other day myself.”
“Hurry up and wipe your mouth. If people didn’t know better, they’d think you just finished a bowl of ‘Maoxue Wang’ [a Sichuan blood curd dish]. So unsanitary.”