He Qiang is eighteen years old this year, a critical period for his senior year of high school.

But recently, for some unknown reason, he has been constantly unfocused, listless, and had a poor appetite.

He Guowu took He Qiang to several large hospitals, but they couldn't find any results.

In desperation, He Guowu thought of Chinese medicine.

"Western medicine treats the head when the head aches and the foot when the foot aches, but now they can't even find the root cause of the illness."

"Then it's better to consult Chinese medicine; maybe a Chinese Doctor can find the root cause."

As He Guowu was walking, deep in thought, he saw the sign for Qin's Chinese Medicine Clinic.

Since he was already here, there wouldn't be any harm in going in to take a look.

As soon as He Guowu walked into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic, he felt very happy.

This Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was a wooden courtyard house, and the courtyard was planted with various flowers and plants he didn't recognize, looking like a paradise.

Not bad, it perfectly matched the living environment of a reclusive master in He Guowu's mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these bluestone slabs, this stone wall, this scenic corridor, they all look very old."

"Not bad, not bad. If the Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic is this old, the Chinese Doctor here must also be very reliable."

He Guowu felt that his son's illness could be cured.

But He Qiang felt panicked, his palms sweating.

If others didn't know why he had become like this, how could he not know himself?

Seeing how formal and antique this Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was, He Qiang's feet felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move.

Why couldn't he control his hands!

Now it was good; if he really met a formidable Old Chinese Doctor, wouldn't he be socially dead on the spot?

The further he walked, the more despair He Qiang felt.

However, when they saw that the person sitting at the consultation desk was a young man, both their expressions changed instantly!

He Guowu's smile froze on his face, while He Qiang turned from worry to joy, so happy he almost jumped!

It's not an Old Chinese Doctor, hahaha, now he won't be socially dead!

Seeing the change in their expressions, Qin Jiang immediately understood their thoughts.

But out of professional courtesy, Qin Jiang still smiled and asked, "Hello, gentlemen, who is here for a consultation?"

He Guowu came back to his senses and quickly said with a smile, "Hello, Doctor, please take a look at my son. He's been feeling dizzy and nauseous recently, and he's uncomfortable all over."

"Dizzy and nauseous? Are there any other symptoms?"

Qin Jiang asked an additional question as per usual, as he needed to have some understanding of the patient first, so that when he announced the diagnosis later, it wouldn't seem too abrupt.

He Guowu thought for a moment, then continued, "I feel like he's also been a bit afraid of the cold recently. He always says he's cold at night and wears thick clothes during the day..."

It was clear that He Guowu was very concerned about his child.

He spoke for a full ten minutes, even mentioning some of He Qiang's unusual behaviors in daily life.

As he spoke, He Guowu also observed Qin Jiang's reaction.

He had originally thought that Qin Jiang might only be helping his elders with triage work.

After he finished speaking, the real Old Chinese Doctor would be called out.

Who knew that Qin Jiang kept nodding, occasionally taking notes in a notebook.

He Guowu's hopes were dashed.

It seemed that the Doctor at this Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic was Qin Jiang, this young man.

Sigh, let's see if what he says makes sense. If it doesn't, he definitely won't waste money; he'll turn around and leave!

...

"What is this Zhubo doing? Just a little routine inquiry, and he needs to take notes with pen and paper?"

"I originally thought this Zhubo was only responsible for triage work, but now it seems he is the attending Doctor! Awesome!"

"Holy cow, the Zhubo's brows are furrowed. Could it be that he really saw something?"

"Don't fear a Chinese Doctor who smiles, only fear a Chinese Doctor with lowered brows."

"Terminal illness, incurable, carry him out, next one."

"Hahaha, the one upstairs is truly a talent, I'm going to die laughing!"

In the live broadcast room, a string of bullet comments floated by.

However, most people didn't believe that Qin Jiang, at such a young age, could cure illnesses.

After all, Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine.

Western medicine has standard textbooks, standard teaching norms, and even standard exams.

Chinese medicine emphasizes learning from various schools, being well-informed, and teaching by example.

Just the medical books of Chinese medicine alone, you can't finish reading them in a few years, not to mention that to learn Chinese medicine, you need to understand theories like Yin-Yang, Five Elements, and Eight Trigrams, and even, to a more absurd extent, you need to understand house feng shui.

In one sentence.

No hair on the mouth, unreliable in business.

That's what the Chinese medicine profession is about.

Qin Jiang was too young, so everyone didn't believe he had any real skills; they entered his live broadcast room purely for entertainment.

...

Qin Jiang was not affected by the bullet comments in the live broadcast room.

After all, this was his first consultation, so he definitely had to treat it seriously.

He Guowu spoke in great detail, and Qin Jiang understood most of it.

In summary, He Qiang couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, and lacked energy.

Based solely on these external manifestations, Qin Jiang couldn't determine what was wrong with He Qiang.

He had no choice but to use his golden finger.

Qin Jiang held his breath and concentrated, looking at He Qiang.

With just that one look, He Qiang immediately changed in Qin Jiang's eyes.

Meridians, blood vessels, organs, bones...

At this moment, He Qiang was completely exposed before Qin Jiang, with no secrets to hide!

It was then that Qin Jiang realized what an amazing skill the system had given him!

Even Qin Jiang, who had been completely ignorant of Chinese medicine before.

At this moment, he could infer what harmful things He Qiang had done to his body recently, based on the information he saw!

【Diagnosis results are out, please choose the announcement method】

【1. Save face: Privately advise the patient to pay attention, do not disclose publicly. Reward for this time: None】

【2. Speak bluntly: Directly disclose the patient's cause of illness to the public, and strictly warn the patient about precautions. Reward: God-level Pulse Diagnosis Technique!】

Seeing the reward given by the system, Qin Jiang's eyes immediately lit up!

Oh my god!

God-level Pulse Diagnosis Technique!

Then he definitely chose the second one!

Don't misunderstand, I'm not doing it for the reward; it's mainly because this child cannot be spoiled, or he'll develop problems!

Seeing Qin Jiang looking at him with an odd expression and a lewd smile, He Qiang's heart sank, and he immediately felt a bad premonition.

This kid couldn't have really seen something, could he?

No, he had to preempt him and take the initiative!

He Qiang was about to take out the prepared excuse, but Qin Jiang spoke at this moment.

"Play less with your handiwork; it's not good for your body."

He Qiang: !!!

He Guowu: ???

Bullet comments: ...

The female director Zhubo Liu Yan spat out a mouthful of mineral water with a 'poof'.

The sound of a needle dropping could be heard in the room, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward!

This Little Doctor... is he so blunt?