"Tell me then, how did my father fail even a single step?" Qin Siqing sat down, arguing logically, "In Wang Wen Wen Qie (Inquiry, Auscultation, Olfaction, Palpation), let's just discuss the 'Inquiry' step. My father hadn't even answered yet, and you had already declared the result?"

"Naturally, I knew." Wang Zhuo chuckled slyly, "To speak disrespectfully, I was treating him, asking if he'd experienced these symptoms before, and he called me ridiculous. Doesn't that perfectly fit the situation of some patients? Are they ashamed of their illness, or just stubbornly self-opinionated?"

Qin Siqing's eyes darted, and she turned to Qin Xuechen, saying, "Dad, he says you're stubbornly self-opinionated!"

This girl dared to tattle! Wang Zhuo shot her a look, signaling that the rabbit would see what happened next!

Qin Siqing tilted her chin up, conveying with her expression that he could bring whatever he had; she wasn't afraid of anyone!

Seeing the two of them bickering, Qin Xue didn't rush back to the television. He turned toward Wang Zhuo with a smile, "You won't truly graduate until after the Da Ba (Eighth Year of Study), right? Will it take you over four more years to get your medical license?"

The term Da Ba made Qin Siqing let out a small laugh, and Wang Zhuo’s face also darkened. So, Qin Xue had a knack for teasing people too. For him, it was an integrated program spanning undergraduate, master's, and doctoral studies; the year he graduated wasn't called Da Ba, it was Yan Si (Fourth Year of Graduate Study)!

"You accuse me of practicing medicine without a license? I’ll say this: I could spot the Old Master's liver issue when I hadn't even taken a single course in medical specialization." Wang Zhuo cleared his throat and declared proudly, "Diplomas and skill are two different things; I shouldn't need to elaborate on that principle, should I?"

"Twisting words to make a point." Qin Siqing huffed, turning to Qin Xue, "Dad, since he’s so arrogant, then let him take your pulse and see what he says."

Qin Xue gave his daughter a half-smile, making Qin Siqing feel a little embarrassed. Although her daughter was arguing with Wang Zhuo, her suggestion ultimately served Wang Zhuo's wishes. Did that count as tacit support for him?

"Fine—" Qin Xue extended his arm forward and said with a faint smile, "Then please, Doctor Wang, take a look for me and tell me what illness this chill I caught actually is."

You already said it was a chill, and you still need me to look at what illness it is? Wang Zhuo muttered inwardly while reaching out to take his wrist, looking up at the ceiling, assuming the posture of someone carefully taking a pulse.

Qin Siqing watched coldly from the side. She didn't dare say Wang Zhuo was putting on a mystical show. After all, Wang Zhuo had been the one to diagnose Grandpa Qin Jingzhong's liver disease back then. Furthermore, Wang Zhuo came from a family with a long medical history, tracing back to imperial physicians. In the last couple of years, he had developed Wangchao Wuliang and Xinsheng, Tianshi, and now this weight-loss medicine—he was practically adorned with every positive halo, and his medical skill truly could not be underestimated.

Actually, Qin Xue wasn't truly looking down on Wang Zhuo; he just had confidence in his own body. To put it plainly, it was a mindset of stubborn self-importance, which he was unwilling to admit.

This was a common affliction among those in high positions. They were the favored sons of heaven; the Earth was supposed to revolve around them. To have someone suspect a different ailment just because of a stomach ache—how could he possibly believe it?

Qin Xue’s pulse was strong and vigorous, showing no abnormality. However, Wang Zhuo’s attention was not focused there. He tilted his head back, squinting, yet he was using the reflection of the surrounding environment to see through Qin Xue's body.

For a pair of invincible clairvoyant eyes capable of capturing everything from viruses in the blood to nerve impulses, finding an anomaly in a person's body was incredibly simple.

With just one glance, Wang Zhuo spotted a proliferative area between Qin Xue’s kidneys—a tumor about the size of a peanut, growing on the ureter, shallow pink, shaped like a cashew nut.

Looking closer, the "cashew nut" was magnified a thousand times, the arrangement of tissues and distribution of cells clearly visible. Wang Zhuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it was just a small benign tumor.

In the human body, things like this actually appear frequently. Some people live their entire lives without illness or disaster, and the tumor is only discovered after they die, are cremated, and buried—even they never knew it was there. Wang Zhuo often found such things on people, and many of them naturally ceased growing and would never have been discovered without some other cause.

But in some cases, the tumor might malignantly progress, or its growth might affect overall health or cause pain. Only then would such tumors be discovered and treated conservatively or surgically as appropriate.

People often sigh, wondering why modern humans suffer from so many different diseases when they weren't seen in ancient times. This is actually a cognitive fallacy. While modern times certainly have more varieties of diseases than antiquity, some existed in both periods; it’s just that medical conditions were underdeveloped in the past, preventing discovery. Take cerebral hemorrhage, for example; in ancient times, it was almost untraceable and incurable. Or consider many ailments that can be cured today with a fifty-cent pill, yet could easily be fatal in ancient times.

If you look closely, the average lifespan of modern people is longer—that is the advantage brought by technological progress.

"Uncle Qin, have you been taking any health supplements?" Wang Zhuo asked, withdrawing his hand.

Qin Xue paused slightly, then nodded, "Yes, two kinds, both are tonics."

"Ahem, well..." Wang Zhuo’s expression was strange, and he said tactfully, "Stop taking them both. Go to the hospital for a thorough check-up and get an X-ray."

Seeing that he stopped after saying that, Qin Siqing was puzzled. "You have to give a reason!"

"I hope I’m just worrying needlessly." Wang Zhuo spread his hands. "The reason is nothing much; it’s just that I feel Uncle Qin’s body is very healthy, not the kind that needs tonics. So, that in itself suggests a problem. Added to the fact that he..."

He stopped mid-sentence. Qin Siqing didn't understand, but Qin Xue already grasped it: this brat suspected something was wrong with his kidneys, and he was too embarrassed to say it in front of his daughter!

The reason for the stomach ache wasn't a chill, but something else? Qin Xue pondered for a few seconds, quite skeptical of Wang Zhuo’s diagnosis.

"I need to leave!" Wang Zhuo stood up and smoothed his clothes. "I’m quite busy lately and still need to summarize the day’s work when I get back."

When others bid farewell at the Qin residence, they would say things like, "I won't disturb your rest." Wang Zhuo was truly one of a kind for being so familiar.

"Wait a moment before you go, I have something to ask you." Qin Siqing also stood up. "Let's go to my room to talk."

The two entered Qin Siqing's room. The young woman let out a low grunt and challenged him, "You suspect my dad has kidney deficiency?"

"Now that you put it that way, I'm certain he is taking kidney-tonifying supplements." Wang Zhuo chuckled dryly, his expression suggestive.

"Hmph, do you think everyone is like you? My dad is middle-aged; it’s normal for him to take those!"

"Like you how?" Wang Zhuo walked slowly closer to her.

Under the soft lamplight, this young mistress of the Qin family, the little princess of Jiangzhou, was wearing loose loungewear. Her slender shoulders could not be embraced by one arm, and her chest rose slightly to form two small hills. Beneath the smooth fabric of the loungewear, the outline of a lace bra could vaguely be seen.

Her slightly upturned small mouth, her palm-sized face with exquisite and elegant features, her snow-white neck like a proud swan. At the collar opening, the soft contour of her collarbone was faintly visible. In the comfortable room temperature controlled by the air conditioning, she wore only a bra beneath the loungewear, no blouse.

"Don't mess around, this is my home." Qin Siqing warned in a low voice. "My dad is in the living room; he could come in at any moment!"

Wang Zhuo felt greatly stimulated, teasing in a low voice, "I don't believe it. The esteemed Secretary of Jiangzhou, a member of the State Political Bureau, would enter his daughter's room without knocking."

Qin Siqing lifted her chin, snorted, and said, "Then why don't you try doing something and see if I dare to shout."

Since they had broken the ice at Wang Zhuo's home, there had been no further intimate contact between them. Even kissing was limited to three or two shallow pecks, let alone touching or hugging, much less the humiliating incident where he had used his hand to tease her while holding a sausage.

According to relevant professional summaries, women often drop their prior reserve with a man after he has stripped away their veil of modesty. But Qin Siqing had her pride, so the difficulty was inherently greater. Moreover, Wang Zhuo wasn't intending to actually do anything to her yet; after all, she was the young lady of the Qin family, and if things went wrong, it would be a major scandal.

Why don't rabbits eat the grass near their burrow? Because it brings them unnecessary trouble and hassle!

But Wang Zhuo was a rabbit who enjoyed seeking excitement. Qin Siqing’s provocation only ignited his fighting spirit—not just because of the challenge and thrill her status provided, but more so because he had once tasted her sweetness and conquered her pride.

Stepping forward, Wang Zhuo asked, "Why did you call me in? What did you want to say?"

Cornered by his imposing height, Qin Siqing involuntarily took a step back. "We've said everything; you can leave now."

"You asked me to come, and I came. You ask me to leave? Sorry, you’ll have to wait a little longer."

Wang Zhuo advanced another step; Qin Siqing retreated another step, only to find her back pressed against the wardrobe behind her. Unwilling to back down, she glared at Wang Zhuo, her eyes conveying a challenge: Try touching a single hair on my head, see what happens!

Wang Zhuo smiled, gently lifted her chin, and rubbed his thumb over her lips, his expression ambiguous.

Qin Siqing's face instantly flushed crimson. The meaning in Wang Zhuo's eyes was too easy to decipher: this scoundrel was seducing her into remembering that embarrassing incident again!

Recalling how fiercely her fellow 'embarrassment enthusiasts' had cheered after she recounted that incident under a pseudonym on the Qiusi Baike website, Qin Siqing’s cheeks burned. She quickly turned her face away, shaking off Wang Zhuo’s clammy hand.

Wang Zhuo chuckled dryly and suddenly asked, "Oh, by the way, did you post about what happened between us on Qiusi Baike?"

"How did you know?!" Qin Siqing was startled, blurting out the question!

She knew Wang Zhuo’s internet habits and was aware that he didn't even know such a website as Qiusi Baike existed, which is why she vented there, never expecting Wang Zhuo to suddenly expose it. His direct mention left her stunned.

"A friend of mine also uses that site. She thought the diary entry you wrote was brilliant and shared it with me." Wang Zhuo smiled strangely. "Seeing your mentality after that day from another perspective was quite interesting."

What a huge embarrassment. This time, it was truly colossal... Qin Siqing was consumed by mortification; in this day and age, even anonymous posts couldn't be trusted!