135: Can't sleep, can't sleep at all

Just as netizens were fiercely debating whether or not to get married in the future, a middle-aged man walked in from outside, talking on the phone.

Behind the man followed an assistant in a white suit, as well as a reporter and a photographer.

Seeing this, Qin Jiang immediately became vigilant.

Could it be another super-powered individual coming?

As Qin Jiang was thinking this, the man had already come and sat down in front of the consultation desk.

However, he seemed very busy; after sitting down, he didn't say what his illness was, only kept talking on the phone.

"Didn't I tell you? The products our company produces must pass quality inspection!"

"I think if it's not good, then it must all be taken back and redone!"

"Don't tell me those useless things here; delaying the supply is your problem. If there were no quality issues, would it delay the supply? That's it, I'm hanging up."

The middle-aged man hung up the phone, then glanced at Qin Jiang.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, another call came in.

Qin Jiang was not in a hurry; he picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip of tea.

However, the netizens couldn't stand it anymore.

"Who is this person? He's making call after call while seeing a doctor. Does he really think he's a big boss?"

"Some people are like that; they seem busy all day long, but in fact, it's all trivial matters."

"How about we just move on to the next one? This man doesn't look like someone easy to talk to; he might even cause trouble for Dr. Qin later."

Just as netizens didn't want Qin Jiang to treat this middle-aged man, the middle-aged man finally finished his call.

He said to Qin Jiang somewhat apologetically:

"Sigh, calls from our company's sales department, one after another. The company really can't function without me."

Qin Jiang nodded, indicating understanding.

It wasn't that Qin Jiang had a good temper, but rather that he was the only patient at the moment, and it wasn't affecting anyone else, so he could make calls if he wanted to.

Just as Qin Jiang was about to speak, the middle-aged man's phone rang again.

Qin Jiang couldn't help it this time.

"Sir, I don't like to be disturbed by others when I'm treating patients. Either you finish your business first and then come back to me, or you find another place for treatment."

Hearing Qin Jiang say this, the middle-aged man quickly hung up the phone and made an apologetic gesture.

"I'm really sorry, Dr. Qin. My company's affairs are indeed too numerous, but don't worry, I have absolute respect for you."

"Before you finish treating me, I definitely won't answer any more calls!"

Seeing the man's attitude, Qin Jiang finally nodded.

"Alright, tell me, what's your name, and where do you feel unwell?"

The man said, "My name is Ge Qiang, and I run a company. Recently, I've always felt uncomfortable in my stomach, right here."

Qin Jiang looked at the place Ge Qiang was holding with his hand.

"That's your stomach, so you mean your stomach is uncomfortable, right?"

Ge Qiang nodded.

"Yes, it's my stomach that's uncomfortable."

"What do you usually eat? Is your diet regular? Do you overeat?"

Most stomach problems are actually caused by irregular eating habits and overeating.

Ge Qiang scratched his head and said, "I don't overeat, but my diet is a bit irregular."

At this point, Ge Qiang looked at Reporter Wu who was interviewing him.

"Oh, Reporter Wu, didn't you ask me what my favorite food usually is? I remember now, my favorite food is hot pot."

"Hot pot is a good thing; it strengthens the body, and it also contains various Chinese medicinal herbs, very nourishing!"

Hearing Ge Qiang say this, Qin Jiang, sitting opposite him, said expressionlessly, "Who told you hot pot is very nourishing?"

Ge Qiang was stunned.

"Isn't it?"

Qin Jiang explained lightly, "Hot pot does contain Chinese medicinal herbs, but compared to other ingredients, these herbs at most provide a bit of aroma and flavor, and simply cannot exert their medicinal effects."

"Moreover, hot pot is a typical high-oil, high-salt food, and eating it often can easily cause internal heat. If you eat it very spicy, it can also easily cause gastroenteritis."

"Your stomach pain is mostly related to eating hot pot."

Ge Qiang originally wanted to show off his extensive knowledge in front of Reporter Wu who was interviewing him, to appear as a very cultured person.

As a result, Qin Jiang's popular science explanation directly slapped his face repeatedly.

Ge Qiang coughed, still trying to save some face.

He whispered.

"Eating hot pot occasionally is fine, it really strengthens the body."

Qin Jiang was too lazy to listen to Ge Qiang's nonsense here; he directly said, "Stretch out your hand, I want to take your pulse."

Ge Qiang placed his hand on the pulse pillow, but with a look of disdain.

"Doctor, what era is this, and you're still taking pulses? Why don't you just prescribe me a scan or something, and also help me check if I have any other illnesses?"

Seeing Ge Qiang look down on pulse diagnosis so much, Qin Jiang said lightly, "Under normal circumstances, pulse diagnosis is more accurate than imaging."

"Because by taking your pulse, I can know the overall condition of your body, rather than just the condition of a specific part."

Ge Qiang pouted, thinking that what Qin Jiang said was too mysterious.

While Qin Jiang was taking Ge Qiang's pulse, the reporter continued the interview.

"Mr. Ge, many viewers are interested in your daily life. Can you share with us roughly what time you wake up and go to work, and what time you get off work?"

Hearing the reporter ask this, Ge Qiang immediately became interested.

He said confidently, "Me, I only sleep four hours a day."

"I go to bed at midnight and wake up at four in the morning."

"Then I spend an hour exercising and running, and another hour washing up and eating breakfast."

"I read for an hour, and I clock in at the company punctually at seven in the morning."

Hearing Ge Qiang say this, the netizens in the live stream were immediately shocked.

"Holy cow, clock in at the company at seven in the morning? Is this even a human being?"

"At seven in the morning, there should be no one else in his company besides him, what's the point of him going so early?"

"You guys don't get it, do you? It's to give employees a sense of pressure."

"Think about it, at seven in the morning you're still lounging in bed at home, but your company boss has already started assigning tasks in the work group. I ask you, can you still sleep soundly?"

Reporter Wu looked at Ge Qiang with admiration.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ge to wake up so early! Don't you want to sleep more?"

Ge Qiang said earnestly, "I can't sleep. When I think of the burden on my shoulders, how can I possibly sleep?"

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jiang said, "You should be waking up at 6:30 AM, right?"

"And according to your pulse, you probably went back to sleep after clocking in. You should have a reclining chair or something similar in your office."