17: Do you have any special hobbies?

"Dr. Qin, are you alright?"

Seeing Qin Jiang's troubled expression, Zhou Bo asked out of concern.

Qin Jiang quickly took two steps back, pinching his nose, and told Zhou Bo, "First, close your mouth! Don't speak yet!"

Zhou Bo also knew the state of his mouth and quickly put his mask and other items back on.

Qin Jiang ran into the inner room, took out a bottle of air freshener, and sprayed it around Zhou Bo.

Zhou Bo didn't seem embarrassed; he appeared to be used to it.

After Qin Jiang sat down again, Zhou Bo finally asked,

"Dr. Qin, what exactly is my illness?"

Zhou Bo's question stunned Qin Jiang.

He had almost been suffocated earlier and hadn't really paid attention to the specific condition of Zhou Bo's mouth.

"Put your hand up first; I'll take your pulse."

Zhou Bo immediately cooperated.

While taking his pulse, Qin Jiang asked, "What's wrong with your mouth? When did it start rotting?"

Zhou Bo said with some embarrassment, "It was probably last month. One day, when I was brushing my teeth, I noticed my mouth smelled terrible, and I couldn't brush it clean."

"After that, blisters started appearing in my mouth, and no matter what I did, they wouldn't heal; they kept recurring."

"The pus from these broken blisters would seep into the gaps between my teeth, and then my mouth would smell even worse."

Zhou Bo explained in detail, and Qin Jiang searched his mind for similar cases.

He found nothing.

Qin Jiang started to panic a little.

Could he have encountered a patient he couldn't help?

That couldn't be; if he couldn't cure Zhou Bo, wouldn't that ruin his reputation?

But even after taking his pulse, Qin Jiang had no new insights.

Kidney deficiency, physical weakness, insufficient yang energy.

These were common ailments for middle-aged men.

Naturally, they couldn't be the cause of the bad breath.

"Have you seen other Hospitals?" Qin Jiang asked.

Zhou Bo nodded, "I've been to almost all the Hospitals in Jin City. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong, only saying that I had inflammation in my mouth."

Qin Jiang rolled his eyes.

Whenever a person's health has issues, the body will become inflamed.

So, the Hospital saying there's inflammation is nonsense.

"Dr. Qin, what exactly is my illness?"

Seeing that Qin Jiang had asked so many questions but still hadn't reached a conclusion, Zhou Bo grew anxious.

This doctor was indeed too young.

He couldn't figure out what his illness was.

"Take off your face shield and mask; I need to see your facial features."

"Ah?"

Hearing Qin Jiang say this, Zhou Bo hesitated instantly.

"Do you really need to see my face?"

Qin Jiang nodded with a serious expression.

"The facial features correspond to the internal organs. I need to observe your complexion to determine what kind of illness this is."

Zhou Bo glanced at the camera, and after a long time, he finally made up his mind and took off his face shield!

"Zhou... Zhou Bo!!"

Liu Yan was extremely surprised after seeing Zhou Bo's appearance clearly.

Zhou Bo was a well-known talk show artist in the country.

At his peak, a single talk show ticket could even sell for three thousand yuan!

Liu Yan never imagined that Zhou Bo, who relied on his mouth for a living, would have his mouth turn out like this now!

No wonder he was so thoroughly covered, afraid of being recognized.

He was indeed a celebrity in Jin City.

Seeing Liu Yan's reaction, Zhou Bo felt anxious again.

"Are you sure you blurred me out?"

Liu Yan nodded repeatedly, "Mr. Zhou, please rest assured, we are professionals!"

As soon as Liu Yan said that, the fans in the live stream burst into laughter.

"I'm dying of laughter, is that Zhou Bo sitting there getting treated? With his hairstyle, he's way too easy to recognize!"

"A light blur is worse than no blur. Zhou Bo is probably ruined this time."

"No wonder he hasn't had any talk show specials recently; turns out his mouth is rotten."

"Serves him right. He used to mock this person and be sarcastic about that person on stage. A rotten mouth is his retribution."

Seeing that the fans in the live stream had already recognized Zhou Bo, Liu Yan immediately became nervous.

The fans recognized him by his hairstyle; it had little to do with them, right?

After all, they really did blur Zhou Bo this time.

Qin Jiang didn't recognize Zhou Bo; his predecessor was a bookworm who spent all day in this medical hall studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, so he knew nothing about internet celebrities or stars.

Through his Divine Observation Technique, Qin Jiang discovered that Zhou Bo's liver function was impaired, and his liver condition was very poor.

Combined with the previous pulse diagnosis, Qin Jiang somewhat understood the situation.

Qin Jiang pulled open a drawer and took out three masks, putting them on one by one.

Then he took out two sterile gloves and put them on.

After everything was ready, Qin Jiang took a deep breath and said,

"Mr. Zhou, please open your mouth again, and whatever you do, don't speak."

Zhou Bo nodded and cooperatively opened his mouth.

A foul odor once again emanated from his mouth, but this time Qin Jiang was prepared and didn't inhale it like a storm.

Instead, he used the fanning method taught in chemistry class, activating his Divine Olfactory Diagnosis Technique.

Then Qin Jiang took out his phone and aimed it at Zhou Bo's mouth, taking several high-definition photos.

"Alright, you can close your mouth now."

Zhou Bo closed his mouth and saw Qin Jiang burying his head in the medical record, writing furiously, feeling a bit confused.

"Dr. Qin, what exactly is my illness?"

Qin Jiang looked at Zhou Bo with a strange expression.

"What are your usual hobbies?"

Zhou Bo was stunned.

Why was he suddenly asking about hobbies out of nowhere?

Was this doctor really competent?

Although he was annoyed, Zhou Bo still suppressed his displeasure and said,

"I like playing soccer. I'm part of a soccer team, and I play as a forward."

"I also like running. I go for a morning run every day and have been doing it for several years."

"Logically, with my physical fitness, my immunity should be very high, so how could I get sick?"

Zhou Bo looked puzzled, but Qin Jiang understood.

Qin Jiang continued to ask,

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhou Bo immediately straightened his expression and said,

"How could I have a girlfriend? I'm still single."

What a joke; he was a celebrity after all.

Celebrities have fans, especially female fans.

These female fans have strong spending power.

If he had a girlfriend or got married, more than half of his female fans would instantly be lost.

Qin Jiang's pen paused on the record, and he looked at Zhou Bo seriously, saying,

"You'd better tell the truth."

Zhou Bo's tone was firm.

"I am telling the truth."

Alright, alright, you're being stubborn, huh?

Then don't blame me for being impolite.

Qin Jiang said directly,

"If you don't have a girlfriend, then who were you with and what were you doing the night before last?"

"Also, yesterday at noon, around one o'clock, what were you doing?"

"And this morning..."

Before Qin Jiang could finish speaking, Zhou Bo's expression changed, and he immediately panicked.

"Dr. Qin! Divine Doctor! My big brother! Please don't say anything more; this is a live broadcast. Give me some face!"