HPDBC Chapter 1: A school doctor at age 2? Who would dare take the medicine he prescribes!
Chapter 1: A school doctor at age 2? Who would dare take the medicine he prescribes!
Lin Mo squatted on the office chair in the infirmary, holding his phone horizontally, his fingers swiping rapidly across the screen.
The moment the enemy jungler showed himself, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
The timing was perfect; she used her second skill followed by her ultimate, and Mulan's silence and burst combo instantly took down the opponent's squishy target.
A message popped up on the screen saying "triple kill".
He then pushed the minion wave towards the enemy's high ground tower.
"Get it, get it!" Lin Mo muttered, the chair creaking as it rocked.
Just as he was preparing to push down the enemy's crystal, his own support Zhang Fei suddenly turned around and ran to fight the dragon, while the marksman Hou Yi stood still—he went AFK.
The four opposing players respawned and, taking advantage of their numbers, launched a counterattack, wiping out the entire enemy team and destroying their crystal.
"Grass!"
Lin Mo slammed his hand on the desk, making the iodine bottle on it jump. He was so angry that his face turned red. Ten consecutive losses in a game of King of Glory—who wouldn't be devastated? He took a deep breath, preparing to start the next game, when his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of another phone propped up on the phone stand.
The screen was filled with bullet comments.
Online users: 3,000.
Lin Mo's mind went blank.
Oh no, I forgot I was live-streaming.
The comments section is going crazy.
"Hahaha, this is hilarious! This streamer has completely let down his guard."
"Damn—that sound was so real, I could feel the anger even through the screen."
"666 This is the first time I've seen a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner with such refinement."
"Doesn't traditional Chinese medicine emphasize self-cultivation? The host's temper isn't very good."
"Hilarious! Who wouldn't break down after a ten-game losing streak in King of Glory? Even I, a Western medicine doctor, broke down."
"I suggest the streamer take some traditional Chinese medicine to regulate his excessive liver fire."
Lin Mo's lips twitched as he watched the barrage of comments flooding the screen.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! He completely forgot he was live-streaming.
He coughed lightly, quickly put down his phone, straightened the collar of his white coat, and sat up straight.
His face instantly switched to a gentle and calm smile.
It was as if he wasn't the one who had just slammed the table and started yelling.
"Ahem, just now, I was demonstrating to everyone the specific manifestations of anger."
He spoke calmly, as if lecturing in a classroom.
"Traditional Chinese medicine talks about the seven emotions. Anger causes qi to rise. You can see that when I slammed the table just now, my face was red and my breathing was rapid. This is a typical case of liver fire rising and liver yang hyperactivity."
"Anger damages the liver, and that's no joke."
The comments paused for a second, then exploded.
"Hahaha, trying too hard to save face."
"Playing King of Glory in the school clinic—is this the standard of medical care in universities?"
"The streamer's face changes faster than my girlfriend's."
"To be fair, the demonstration was quite vivid; I've remembered the part about liver fire rising."
"Which school is it from? I'm going to report the school doctor for playing video games during work hours."
Lin Mo glanced at the comments and inwardly groaned.
It's not that he's neglecting his duties.
He graduated with a master's degree from a university of traditional Chinese medicine, having formally studied under renowned veteran TCM doctors, and came to this university to work as a school doctor.
Firstly, he wanted a stable job; secondly, the school clinic was quiet, which would make it easier for him to prepare for the attending physician exam.
As a result, he participated in the National Youth Vocational Skills Competition.
The competition lasts for 30 days.
One hundred participants
The contestant with the highest overall popularity in the live stream will receive a prize of ten million yuan.
Ten million.
Lin Mo felt a surge of excitement just thinking about that number.
His family has practiced medicine for three generations. His grandfather ran a traditional Chinese medicine clinic on the old street in the south of the city for his entire life. Now, the old house is in disrepair and the purchase of medicinal herbs is also in short supply.
His monthly salary as a school doctor was a pittance.
To save up enough money to renovate the clinic, you'd have to wait until your next life.
That's why he gritted his teeth and participated in the competition.
However, the live streams that seriously discuss traditional Chinese medicine knowledge have shockingly low viewership.
He tried explaining "Six Channels Differentiation" and "Twelve Channels," and the number of people online reached a maximum of two or three hundred.
The comments were full of things like "I don't understand," "Is the streamer reading gibberish?" and "I came here to hypnotize you."
He had a sudden inspiration and thought of using games to attract users. He did attract users, but they were all waiting to see if he would break down.
The comments section was still flooded with messages.
"Seriously, aren't school doctors usually in their forties or fifties? This news anchor looks like a student."
"Among the TCM practitioners I know, those in their forties are considered unprofessional. This guy looks to be in his mid-twenties."
"A school doctor in his twenties? Who would dare take the medicine he prescribes?!"
"Aren't traditional Chinese medicine practitioners supposed to become more valuable with age? This guy probably isn't cut out for it."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.
You can say he's bad at video games, but you can't say he's bad at medicine.
He learned the "Formulas for Soup Soup" from his grandfather when he was a child.
At seven years old, they can recognize acupoints; at ten, they can take a simple pulse for their neighbors.
At the age of fifteen, he had read the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" so many times that the edges were worn.
He was admitted to the best traditional Chinese medicine university in the country at the age of eighteen.
His mentor, Zhou Jisheng, personally said that he was "the most gifted student".
"Hey, you guys just haven't seen how powerful I am."
Lin Mo smiled, leaned back in his chair, and waved his right hand.
"Don't let my age of 26 fool you, I've been a doctor for longer than you can imagine."
"I started taking pulses when I was seven, and I've been doing it for almost twenty years now. Do you know what a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners is?"
"My family has practiced medicine for three generations. My great-grandfather opened a clinic during the Guangxu era. You can go and ask around about the Lin Family Clinic on the old street in the south of the city. It's a century-old establishment."
He was preparing to boast about his family's academic background to quell the doubts in the live stream.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway.
"Doctor! Is the doctor here?"
Lin Mo was interrupted and looked up.
The camera in the live stream also turned to that direction.
A male student, probably in his early twenties, pushed open the door and entered. He was wearing a tracksuit and his face was full of anxiety.
But what caught the attention of the viewers in the live stream was not his expression.
Instead, it was his exposed skin—his neck and arms—that was covered in large, dense patches of red rashes, a truly shocking sight.
The male student rushed to Lin Mo's consultation table.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms covered in red rashes, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Doctor, I've recently developed a rash all over my body, and I don't know what's wrong with me... I went to the school clinic, but the doctor there said they couldn't treat me and told me to come to a bigger hospital. But the waiting list at the bigger hospital is until next week, and I really can't wait that long. I heard you can treat this, so I came here."
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
"Holy crap! What is this thing? A rash?"
"This rash is terrifying! It's all over my body!"
"Wait, wait, wait, could it be a contagious disease? This rash looks awful!"
"Watch out, streamer!!! What if it's some kind of highly contagious disease!"
"Holy crap, I'm getting goosebumps just looking at this on the screen. Is this really not measles or scarlet fever or anything like that?"
"It's a contagious disease! It's a contagious disease! Everyone run!"
The barrage of comments was incredibly fast, and the number of online viewers jumped from three thousand to eight thousand.
Lin Mo remained unfazed.
He glanced at the red rash on the male student's body, his gaze lingering on the shape, color, and distribution of the rash for two seconds.
She then looked at the male student's expression.