Healing Doctor

Chapter 527 Seeing Through It All

"Who the hell are they?! They're deliberately making things difficult for us!!" Director Liu shouted.

"It is indeed a bit difficult for him," Director Bai smiled helplessly. "However, this is a variety show. If Ji Xiang displays too much ability and crushes the others, it might backfire..."

At this point, Director Bai couldn't continue. He had started to argue illogically, and it would be beneath his dignity to say anything more.

"Terrible program!" Director Liu said angrily.

On TV.

Ji Xiang's smile remained unchanged.

"Your MRI looks fine; the T2-weighted signal is slightly high, but that doesn't prove anything."

As he spoke, Ji Xiang looked at the woman opposite him, a hint of mockery in his smile.

"We can't just prescribe medicine randomly, I have..."

As he spoke, Ji Xiang paused slightly in his fluent speech, giving the impression of a sudden stop on the highway when driving at 120 mph.

"You just said you're trying to lose weight by running, but you still can't lose weight. How's your diet every day?" Ji Xiang suddenly changed the subject.

The woman was also taken aback for a moment.

"Does that matter?"

"Just chatting casually is also part of taking a medical history," Ji Xiang said.

The woman covered her ears with her hands, as if she was doing something.

Director Liu didn't understand, but Director Bai suddenly sat up straight.

"Old Bai, what's going on?"

"She's wearing headphones!" Director Bai said.

"Headphones? Could it be vertigo caused by wearing headphones all the time? Since Bluetooth headphones became available, we've seen quite a few patients with similar symptoms," Director Liu asked.

"No." Director Bai's expression turned serious. "I highly suspect that there are specialists consulting in the other examination room."

"..."

Director Liu was stunned.

Old Bai's imagination is too rich! How could there be such a bizarre plot?

However, he trusted Old Bai and did not continue to question him, focusing intently on the television.

Nowadays, it's not just young people, even middle-aged people are used to wearing headphones.

Whether it's answering the phone or listening to novels, programs, or storytelling in your spare time, this is excellent.

So when the woman appeared wearing white headphones, no one thought anything was wrong.

But when Ji Xiang asked a strange question, the woman pressed her hand against the earphone and hesitated for more than ten seconds.

Her pauses were many times more pronounced than Ji Xiang's, and her delivery was particularly stiff.

As time went on, Director Liu also realized the problem.

"I've been craving these lately, and I keep eating hot pot, spicy hot pot, and skewers," the woman said after a few seconds. "I know they're unhealthy, but I just love eating them."

"What do you do for a living?" Ji Xiang continued to ask.

His questions seemed unanswerable; he was just stalling for time.

This time, the woman didn't hesitate. "I'm a dance teacher. The children are all in class now, so I'm a little busy on weekends, but if you want to say I'm extremely busy, you'll have to wait until the children are on holiday."

"No wonder you maintain such a great figure."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he sat up straight and began typing on the keyboard.

"Doctor, what medicine are you going to prescribe for me?" the woman asked.

"Let's do one test first," Ji Xiang said. "A blood test, it won't hurt, don't worry."

The woman's lips moved slightly, but before she could speak, Ji Xiang continued, "Do you usually prefer to eat hot pot by yourself or with others?"

"I occasionally eat with my boyfriend."

The woman's medical history was inconsistent, but Ji Xiang was not surprised. He simply smiled and reached out to use the paper as soon as it was dispensed from the printer.

"You must have a real patient have their blood drawn. If you're not comfortable with that, we can have a consultation with our hospital's specialists," Ji Xiang said to the woman as he handed her the paper.

These words stunned the woman.

The feeling of being high above and in complete control vanished instantly. The positions of the two were reversed, and Ji Xiang became the one in control of the whole situation.

"Dr. Xiao Ji, what do you mean...?" The woman stopped pretending and asked in a deep voice.

"You're wearing your wedding ring," Ji Xiang said. "And you really don't seem like a dance teacher who runs and does yoga every day. Putting that aside, I feel... is the patient's lips cyanotic?"

"..."

The woman stared blankly at Ji Xiang, as if she were looking at a monster.

Neither Director Bai nor Director Liu spoke in front of the television. They watched the screen quietly, even controlling their breathing to a minimum.

They realized something seemed amiss; there seemed to be something hidden in Ji Xiang's smile.

"The patient might be wearing lipstick, so we asked her to wipe it off," Ji Xiang said. "Nowadays, girls all get their nails done and wear lipstick, so it might not be immediately noticeable."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"!!!"

Everyone was surprised.

Those who didn't understand were a bit confused, only thinking that Ji Xiang was amazing.

However, the doctors watching the program became cautious. Connecting the questions Ji Xiang had just asked the "patient," a diagnosis popped into their minds—carbon monoxide poisoning.

"Old Bai, can carbon monoxide poisoning be chronic?" Director Liu asked in a low voice, frowning.

"Yes," Director Bai said, "but they are generally considered work-related injuries, and they usually occur in factories that produce carbon monoxide. They are becoming increasingly rare now. I participated in a work-related injury assessment a few years ago and saw similar patients."

"Damn it." Director Liu muttered under his breath, gripping his wine glass tightly with one hand, his eyes gleaming.

The scene shifts to another consultation room.

Director Yang and a row of directors dressed in white sat upright. Opposite them was a woman in her thirties, wearing lipstick and with sparkling fingernails.

"Could you please wipe off your lipstick?" Director Yang said without any politeness.

"Dr. Yang, what's wrong?" the woman asked, puzzled.

"Dr. Ji Xiang suspects you have carbon monoxide poisoning."

"Ha." The woman covered her mouth and smiled. "If it were carbon monoxide poisoning, I would have been rushed to the hospital by now. Besides, I don't even cook, so I don't come into contact with gas."

"No," Director Yang insisted. "Since you've come to me wanting to participate in the program, to put it bluntly, please cooperate."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then got up to remove her makeup.

"Old Bai! Who is she?" Director Liu exclaimed in surprise.

"How would I know?" Director Bai said. "Many years ago, there was a young girl in Shenzhen who asked Edison Chen to film a movie with her. There was a kissing scene, did you know that?"

Director Liu shook his head.

"So, who cares who she is?" Director Bai said. "She just wanted to have fun on the show. But unexpectedly, she stumbled upon a problem!"

"Old Bai, filming a kissing scene with Edison Chen? How come I didn't know about that?" Director Liu said. "It must have been before 08, after that scandal, Edison Chen left."

"Yes," Director Bai said. "I was quite surprised at the time. Putting that aside, do you think the patient's lips would turn cyanotic?"

(End of this chapter)