Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 83 - 79 Wang Jian loses his temper.

So what if she was well-endowed? It wasn’t as if she was the only one...

Ren Yu looked down at herself and clenched her small fists even tighter.

In truth, Ren Yu was standing right beside Wang Jian, and Cai Qiong was also very close. From Ren Yu’s vantage point, Cai Qiong’s impressive figure was on full display.

After all, Cai Qiong had studied abroad in the United Kingdom, so her fashion sense was far more avant-garde than a college student like Ren Yu. At Ren Yu’s age, wearing a crop top was still a cause for embarrassment. But Cai Qiong, approaching thirty, was at an age where she knew exactly how to showcase her body.

Moreover, Cai Qiong exercised regularly. Her physique was so well-maintained that even Ren Yu, another woman, was practically drooling.

Too bad she’s the enemy...

Ren Yu gritted her teeth, entertaining the thought of working out for the very first time.

Seeing her gritting her teeth, Cai Qiong couldn’t help but giggle. She felt a pang of nostalgia. How long had it been since she last saw Ren Yu get this worked up? It became clear to Cai Qiong that the young woman was smitten with Wang Jian.

An idea suddenly flickered in Cai Qiong’s eyes—a way to both torment the young woman and test Wang Jian’s self-control.

She acted on her impulse immediately. While Wang Jian was examining the patient, she leaned over, pressing her body against his arm. "Is this how you take a pulse in Chinese medicine?"

That single act was enough to make Ren Yu nearly explode with rage.

Wang Jian turned his head with a frown. "What are you doing?"

She’s distracting me. And this is completely unprofessional in front of a patient.

The patient today was a young man, probably a college student like Ren Yu. He had been sneaking glances at Cai Qiong ever since he walked in. Now, seeing her press up against the doctor, the young man’s eyes went wide.

Wang Jian could clearly feel the young man’s heartbeat accelerate...

How am I supposed to read his pulse now? This is ridiculous.

"Stop messing around," Wang Jian said, nudging Cai Qiong away with his elbow. "It’s the middle of summer; it’s too hot to be this close. You were supposed to observe, not cause trouble. You’ve completely thrown off the patient’s heartbeat."

The banter between doctors and nurses could often be blunt, so Wang Jian didn’t hold back, chiding her right in front of the patient.

"I didn’t mean anything by it," Cai Qiong replied. "I just wanted a closer look at your technique."

Her response left Wang Jian speechless. He could only roll his eyes at her.

Cai Qiong rolled her eyes back. She hadn’t expected her test to fail on its intended target, Wang Jian, only to end up affecting the patient instead. That was unexpected. Noticing the patient was also watching, Cai Qiong pursed her lips and pulled her collar tighter, concealing the view.

The exchange had its effect. Wang Jian felt the pulse under his fingers grow even more chaotic. Looking up, he saw the young man had turned bright red.

Today’s college students are a bit too thin-skinned. Back when I was in college, I was already following my master on his rounds, even performing breast examinations. This student clearly hasn’t seen much of the world, Wang Jian thought.

To calm the patient, Wang Jian decided to divert his attention. "Which village are you from?"

"Red Star Village," the young man said, adjusting his glasses and pointedly avoiding looking at Cai Qiong.

"You’re in college, right?" Wang Jian’s perception was sharp. "Are you a freshman?"

"That’s right. I just finished my entrance exams. I’m starting my freshman year on September 9th."

"Not bad, not bad."

"Red Star Village is pretty far from here," Wang Jian continued. "What made you decide to come to this clinic?"

"My grandparents told me about it. They came for your free clinic to get their rheumatism checked. They weren’t expecting much, but your medicine helped them a lot. So, they told me to come see you myself."

"I see."

Cai Qiong was aware of Wang Jian’s free clinic, of course. What she hadn’t expected was for it to generate return visits. This young man was a prime example—a repeat customer who came because his family had seen effective results.

Wang Jian smiled. "Besides the runny nose and cough, are you feeling anything else?"

"No, that’s it. I had a bit of a headache, but it went away after I got some sleep. The stuffy nose is really uncomfortable, though, so I came to get some medicine." The young man then looked toward the medicine cabinet behind Wang Jian. "Doctor Wang, do you have Amoxicillin? You could just give me a prescription for that."

"This is a Chinese medicine clinic; we don’t have Amoxicillin," Wang Jian said, shaking his head. "You’ve just caught a wind-cold from the air conditioning. Before your headache started, did you happen to go to sleep with your hair still wet?"

"Yes! Doctor Wang, how did you know?"

"It’s no wonder you got a headache if you sleep in an air-conditioned room with wet hair," Wang Jian advised. "Don’t think you can neglect your health just because you’re young. Be careful, or this could develop into chronic migraines, and you’ll suffer from them for a long time."

"I’ll give you two doses of medicine. Take them, and you’ll be better in a couple of days."

After the patient left, Wang Jian turned around. With a stern expression and his arms crossed, he confronted Cai Qiong. "What was that all about? Didn’t we agree you were just going to observe?"

As he spoke, he intentionally glanced at her chest, making his meaning perfectly clear.

"I was just running a test," Cai Qiong argued. "That’s all. I wanted to see if you get distracted during work, to determine whether you prioritize your career over personal amusement."

Wang Jian looked from side to side. He felt that her actions had absolutely nothing to do with her excuse, but since he had no proof, he had to take her at her word.

"Even if that’s true, your behavior is unacceptable while I’m with a patient," Wang Jian said, his voice laced with annoyance. To him, healing was a sacred duty. "It can affect my diagnosis. What if I make a mistake and delay the patient’s treatment? You’re a doctor yourself. Can’t you tell what takes priority? If you maintain this attitude, I may have to withdraw from your psychological study."

"I know, I was wrong."

Hearing his words, Cai Qiong realized she had crossed a line. She accepted his criticism without complaint. Once he seemed to have calmed down, she added, "It won’t happen again, I promise. Next time you’re working, I’ll just watch quietly and, at most, offer some psychological insights. And any future tests will definitely not happen during your work hours."

She raised a hand as if taking an oath, her apology swift and direct.

"Alright. See that you stick to your word," Wang Jian said, uncrossing his arms in a gesture of forgiveness. Only then did he feel lighthearted enough to tease her. "You know, I’m suddenly a bit skeptical about your skills in psychotherapy."

"Why?" Cai Qiong asked, taken aback. She had never imagined Wang Jian would question her professional expertise.

Wang Jian’s stern expression melted into a smirk. "Didn’t you notice that university student just now? If all your patients are like him and get flustered by your figure, won’t the effectiveness of your treatment plans be greatly diminished?"

"..."

Cai Qiong rolled her eyes. So now it’s my fault for having a good figure?