Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 90 - 86 This is not sick at all.

"Miss Cai?"

The moment Cai Qiong entered, the first person to react was Zhao Chunyang. The village secretary, who clearly knew her, was quite surprised. "Why are you here?"

Not only was Cai Qiong there, but she was also holding a video camera and filming, which was what Zhao Chunyang found most strange.

"You know each other?" Wang Jian asked curiously, seeing their reactions.

Cai Qiong nodded and smiled. "I didn’t expect the patient this time to be Secretary Zhao. Didn’t I mention this morning that I had some business nearby? I was on my way to meet him."

"What a coincidence," Wang Jian remarked, glancing at them. Even Li Dayu looked surprised; he had no idea when Old Zhao had started dealing with the Cai family.

Zhao Chunyang’s expression was also one of surprise, even more so than when the doctor at Cai’s Hospital had told him about Wang Jian. Looking at Cai Qiong holding the camera, he couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Cai, what are you filming?"

"Oh!" Cai Qiong gestured with her camera and explained, "I’m recording Doctor Wang’s treatment process. Do you mind, Secretary Zhao? If you do, I’ll turn it off."

Zhao Chunyang quickly waved his hands. His illness was no embarrassing secret, so he had no concerns about being filmed.

"In that case, I won’t be shy," Cai Qiong said with a smile. "Please continue. Just pretend I’m not here. I’m only here to record."

Wang Jian nodded, bringing the topic back to the matter at hand. He asked Zhao Chunyang, "Do you have your hospital test results with you?"

Zhao Chunyang was carrying a leather crossbody briefcase, clearly prepared. Upon hearing Wang Jian’s question, he took out a stack of white papers printed with columns of numbers.

"Aren’t you a practitioner of Chinese medicine?" Zhao Chunyang asked, voicing a question everyone present was thinking.

Without looking up from the documents, Wang Jian replied, "So what if I practice Chinese medicine? When you have technical data for reference, wouldn’t it be foolish not to use it?"

The words were blunt, but the reasoning was sound. None of the three people present could argue with that.

The test results were strange. As Wang Jian flipped through them, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, as if there were a major problem. This frightened Zhao Chunyang. "Doctor Wang, did you find something?"

He swallowed nervously, a wave of panic washing over him.

"That expression is making me nervous," Zhao Chunyang said earnestly, his smile gone. "If there’s something wrong, don’t hide it from me. I’m sixty years old, I’ve seen it all. Don’t worry, I can handle it." His voice, however, was trembling.

His voice betrayed a nervousness he was trying to hide.

That’s how a normal person should react.

Even if Wang Jian didn’t understand psychology, he could see the change in Zhao Chunyang. Besides, medical schools require students to take courses in patient psychology.

Wang Jian began to explain, "Uncle, don’t be nervous. Your main indicators are all quite normal."

"Normal?" Zhao Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief, but recalling Wang Jian’s previous expression, his anxiety returned. "Then why did you have that look on your face just now?"

"It was just an involuntary reaction," Wang Jian replied with a wry smile. "Seeing a page full of numbers does that to me."

Was it really an involuntary reaction? Of course not. Wang Jian had noticed something strange. However, his goal was achieved. Zhao Chunyang visibly relaxed upon hearing this, his demeanor changing noticeably.

A doctor’s words and actions can directly influence a patient’s psychological state, and a patient’s mood, in turn, can affect their recovery.

When you go to a large hospital, the experience you get from seeing a specialist versus a general practitioner is completely different. Some skilled and talented specialists not only diagnose accurately, but their words can also put you at ease. They can turn your worries about your condition into nothing. For some illnesses, a change in mood can lead to a different outcome.

This is why medical students are required to study patient-focused psychology.

Reflecting on this, Wang Jian had a moment of introspection. I still have a long way to go.

Wang Jian didn’t let much of this show, and only Cai Qiong caught a hint of it. But since she didn’t know what he was thinking, she could only see the surface.

I shouldn’t have let my expression change when I saw those strange results. It could affect the subsequent diagnosis.

Fortunately, he had managed to coax Zhao Chunyang back into a relaxed state with just a few words.

"Uncle Zhao, I’m going to ask you a few questions," Wang Jian said. "Please answer in as much detail as you can. It’s best to mention even the little things you might think are unimportant. While you talk, I’ll be taking your pulse."

With that, Wang Jian placed Zhao Chunyang’s arm on the table and began to check his pulse.

Zhao Chunyang looked at him. "Should I talk about the little things, too?"

"That’s right," Wang Jian nodded.

"But other doctors always tell me to stick to the main points," Zhao Chunyang asked curiously.

Wang Jian smiled. "That’s because other doctors have many patients. As you can see, Uncle, you’re my only patient right now, so we can talk in detail. Chinese medicine emphasizes holistic conditioning. The more detailed your account, the clearer the root cause becomes, which in turn makes the illness itself more distinct. This allows us to resolve the issue more quickly during treatment." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"So that’s how it is." Zhao Chunyang had a moment of sudden realization.

It wasn’t just him. Even the village chief, Li Dayu, who was waiting to the side, gave Wang Jian an astonished look. It was the first time he had ever heard such a thing, but deep down, he felt it sounded surprisingly reasonable.

This was the first time Li Dayu had observed Wang Jian practice medicine up close. So far, Wang Jian seemed different from the doctors in the hospital. Li Dayu couldn’t quite put his finger on why before, but after hearing Wang Jian’s explanation, he felt he was starting to understand.

In a hospital, the doctors always seemed rushed. You’d wait for an hour or two, only for the consultation to be over in ten seconds. Sometimes you’d even leave wondering if you’d really been seen at all, having to ask the doctor, "Is that it?" just for some peace of mind. If you were lucky, the medicine would work. If not, you’d have to go back for another ten-second appointment.

But here, Li Dayu noticed that everyone talked with Wang Jian for a long time. When Li Dayu had helped out before, he wasn’t inside the consultation room, so he never knew what took so long. He had assumed Wang Jian was just slow due to a lack of skill. Now, it seemed the reality was different from what he’d imagined.

Because from that point on, Wang Jian didn’t talk about the illness at all, instead just making small talk.

"Uncle, do you sleep well?"

"Uncle, do you enjoy your food?"

"What did you have for lunch today?"

"..."

Is this even a medical consultation? You call this seeing a doctor? Anyone who didn’t know better would think this was a bunch of card buddies just chatting and shooting the breeze.

Li Dayu was dumbfounded. He listened as Wang Jian asked a series of seemingly irrelevant questions, while Zhao Chunyang grew more and more animated. He didn’t even wait for Wang Jian to ask, proactively sharing all sorts of things, going far beyond the questions themselves. Just as Wang Jian had requested at the beginning, he shared every last detail. He even admitted to staying up late to chat on WeChat.

Cai Qiong peeked out from behind her camera, her eyes flashing with surprise. This kind of diagnostic process was a first for her, just as it was for Li Dayu.

"So, Uncle, you only started feeling this chest tightness in the last few days, and you sweat in an air-conditioned room even when it isn’t hot. A week ago, you didn’t feel this way—it suddenly went from slight dizziness to chest tightness and night sweats, is that right? And you fainted yesterday?"

After Wang Jian finished, Zhao Chunyang nodded. Seeing this, Wang Jian continued, "Uncle Zhao, which city did you visit on your trip a month ago?"

The abrupt question took everyone by surprise. Zhao Chunyang replied, "Miao Nan. That place is gorgeous! Let me tell you, the place they call a ’sea’ there, the scenery is spectacular. It’s a lake, but it might as well be the sea."

"If my son hadn’t insisted on going into the mountains, I might have stayed there for a few days. It was quite comfortable."

"What’s so great about mountains? I’ve lived in the mountains my whole life. I really don’t get you young people. You don’t climb the mountains in your own backyard, but you’ll travel far away to climb someone else’s."

Zhao Chunyang was truly animated now, not needing any prodding from Wang Jian. He even started complaining about his son’s embarrassing antics during the trip.

Wang Jian listened quietly until he finished, only asking at the very end, "Uncle, let me ask you this. When you were on that mountain, did you get injured?"

Injured? Li Dayu rolled his eyes. They’ve been chatting for ten minutes without once mentioning the illness, and now he’s asking about something from over a month ago? How is getting injured back then important? What does it have to do with his current condition?

It would be better to ask about the fainting spell. Li Dayu was growing impatient and was just about to interrupt to steer the conversation back to Zhao Chunyang’s recent symptoms. But before he could, Zhao Chunyang himself blurted out in astonishment, "How did you know?"

Zhao Chunyang’s reaction immediately drew the wide-eyed gazes of Li Dayu and Cai Qiong.

Cai Qiong asked curiously, "You were actually injured?"

Wang Jian had somehow turned a routine medical consultation into a crime scene investigation. Now, everyone’s attention was fixed on Wang Jian’s question.

Zhao Chunyang continued, "Well, ’injured’ might be an exaggeration. Something on the mountain bit me. The wound bled quite a bit at the time, but it healed quickly, so I didn’t think much of it."

Now, Zhao Chunyang understood why Wang Jian had suddenly brought it up. He asked proactively, "Doctor Wang..."

Wang Jian’s uncanny guess made him seem mysterious to Zhao Chunyang, and even his form of address changed.

"Doctor Wang, could my current condition be related to that incident?"

Wang Jian nodded. "Precisely. In reviewing your recent lifestyle, I couldn’t find any trigger for these symptoms. However, your condition is very similar to a malady I’ve read about in an ancient text, which is why I asked. I didn’t expect that such an event had actually occurred."

"If my diagnosis is correct, then it would explain why the hospital couldn’t find the cause of your illness."

"Because, pathologically speaking, this isn’t an illness at all."

A silence fell over the clinic as everyone was left baffled by Wang Jian’s words.

"What do you mean?"