The Sweetest Medicine

After examining the man in detail, Yu Gangan retrieved her hand and said gently, “Sir, your condition is a little serious…”

The old man was slightly taken aback. Although his expression didn’t change, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The man in the military boots, Chen Zhenghe, immediately raised his axe-like eyebrows and cut in loudly, “How’s that possible? Nonsense!”

Yu Gangan looked at the man in surprise: “…”

She simply said what she detected. Moreover, she hadn’t even finished talking. Why did this man say her diagnosis was nonsense?

If the man wasn’t ill, why did he come here?

Was he so bored that he decided to go on a day trip to the clinic?

The old man lifted his eyes and glanced at Chen Zhenghe; his authority could be felt without a word.

Chen Zhenghe subconsciously stood upright like an army officer, sucking in his stomach and pointing out his chest. He realized his reaction was too extreme so he immediately apologized to Yu Gangan, “Sorry, Dr. Yu.”

Yu Gangan’s lips curved slightly; she wanted to laugh but couldn’t. “It’s fine. I can tell that you reacted that way because you care about this old gentleman and can’t believe he is ill. But, his condition is indeed quite serious…”

Once again, Chen Zhenghe cut in before Yu Gangan finished, “But, he goes to bed early and wakes up early every day and is diligent with exercising. Moreover, he’s always been healthy and barely even catches a cold. He just had a full body checkup last week and there were no issues. Why would you say that his condition is serious?”

The old man nodded his head as he listened. He then looked at Yu Gangan and waited for an explanation, “…”

Yu Gangan: “…”

If he didn’t know he was ill, why did he make an appointment to see her?

Yu Gangan was speechless as she shrugged, “Since neither of you believe that the gentleman here is ill, then why did you come looking for me? I am a doctor.”

At first glance, Chen Zhenghe appeared like a strong and honest man with a straightforward personality.

But, he suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Who said I can’t come here if I’m not ill? Besides, didn’t you discover something in the end? The thing is, I eat well, sleep well, my cheeks are rosy, I’m full of energy and I can move around fine, I don’t see how I am critically ill,” the old man laughed.

Yu Gangan corrected the man’s words, “Sir, I never said that you were critically ill. I simply said your condition was serious.”

“What’s the difference?” the old man asked.

“Of course there’s a difference. Critically ill means you are incurable. Your condition may be serious, but it can still be treated,” Yu Gangan laughed helplessly.

After a short pause, she continued, “By the way, have you really been sleeping well?”

The old man was slightly stunned as his gaze deepened, “Then, tell me, what disorder do I have?”

Yu Gangan looked at the man and replied, “Sir, your eyes are bloodshot and your mouth is bitter, your tongue is red and your taste buds are yellow, plus, you have a rapid pulse. This is due to sleeplessness over a long period of time.”

Chen Zhenghe could not understand what this meant, “What do you mean? What kind of disorder is it?”

“What I’m trying to say is that this old gentleman has a serious case of insomnia. In fact, he hasn’t had a proper sleep for many years. You appear to be very close to him, you must know that he suffers from insomnia and has a short temper. I’m sure you’ve noticed that he can’t control his anger.”

Yu Gangan explained in simple terms.

This time, Chen Zhenghe understood.

As he looked at Yu Gangan, his temples twitched a little in amazement.