"Of course, it’s your syphilis-at-first-glance article. Now the test results are out, Zhou Nian has been diagnosed with late-stage syphilis, and the hallucinations are because the toxins have entered his brain. Everyone is exaggerating, saying Dr. Zhang, you’re simply brilliant at deductions! Our Integrated dia Center must lend you a hand!"
Although a county-level Integrated dia Center might not stir up a big storm.
But at least we should do our best.
"Uh... Teacher Chen, this is actually an accident."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingchuan was full of exasperation, indicating that it was an accident.
"Oh co on, Teacher Zhang, don’t be modest. Keep it up~"
But the person on the other end didn’t listen.
After a brief struggle, the other person laughed and hung up the phone.
In resignation, Zhang Lingchuan opened Douyin.
[Dr. Zhang’s Daily Life]
[Likes: 0], [Friends: 0], [Followers: 0], [Fans: 2510].
He looked at his account.
Because he directly started live streaming without posting any video content, he now has no likes at all.
Yet, surprisingly, his fans have reached 2,510.
He rembers the peak during yesterday’s live stream only reached about 2,000.
It seems the buzz around his peculiar operation in diagnosing a human has gone viral, and thus he gained more followers.
[ssages: 99 ]
He glanced roughly, a frown forming.
"Risk-Taker Junjun: Wow, amazing! A veterinarian can actually diagnose humans! And got it right! /Thumbs up."
"Golden Leopard: Dr. Zhang is like an old Chinese doctor! Has the follow-up syphilis info co out? You must share it! /Grinning face."
"Muzi: Dr. Zhang, I’m from Qing County, when’s the next live stream? I want to support you!!"
"An Pao Pao: Dr. Zhang, my chest hurts a bit, could you have a look? I’ll send a photo via friends~"
"Invincible Cute Little Aunt from the South: Dr. Zhang, notice , notice ! I’m also studying at Chun City University, your half-junior! Really love Senior Zhang’s live streams! Can we add QQ, Wechat?"
Upon clicking, the ssages exploded, even ones requesting him to view their chest pain photos, which might not even be proper photos, just outrageous.
"Sigh..."
He sighed heavily.
Apparently, yesterday’s live stream completely went astray, and now everyone is focused on his human diagnoses rather than veterinary care.
As for those wanting to add him or send photos, he certainly did not respond.
After all, he’s a proper veterinarian.
He put down his phone, got out of bed, brushed his teeth, and went downstairs to cook so porridge, taking a shower along the way.
Just past nine.
He had just finished serving a bowl of porridge from the kitchen.
"Woof woof—"
At this mont, he suddenly heard Fortune barking.
Zhang Lingchuan imdiately stood up and went out to see that an Integrated dia Center car had stopped at the entrance, with a girl in Integrated dia Center attire stepping out, still wearing black-frad glasses and a red baseball cap, the only difference being she wasn’t wearing a blue mask this ti, and her face looked quite delicate.
"Wanqing, just drive the car into the courtyard!"
Though he didn’t know her surna, Teacher Chen just called her Wanqing, which seed likely to be her na.
His courtyard was large enough to drive the car in, and his van was parked inside. He opened the large iron gate and motioned for her to drive in.
"Okay."
Just getting out of the car, Song Wanqing nodded and parked next to the Wuling van.
"Wanqing has good driving skills, parked it perfectly,"
Zhang Lingchuan praised.
Clinical doctors aren’t usually taciturn, and clinical veterinarians are the sa; gotta find sothing to chat about.
"No, no, Teacher Zhang, my driving skills are really bad."
Song Wanqing felt a bit embarrassed by Zhang Lingchuan’s praise and modestly replied.
"Co on, Wanqing, co inside and have a seat. Did you have breakfast?"
Zhang Lingchuan invited her inside, since it was just past nine, leaving ample ti for breakfast.
"I brought so."
Song Wanqing took out a bag of buns from her purse and sat slightly nervously to the side.
"Actually, buns with porridge are quite nice. Would you like so?"
Zhang Lingchuan laughed and asked.
"No need, Teacher Zhang, you go ahead and eat."
Song Wanqing shook her head and took a bite of her bun.
"Alright, feel free. No need to be so formal. I’m going ahead with my al."
Seeing her start to eat, Zhang Lingchuan also began his al, he prepared a bowl of porridge and took out a bottle of Guilin Tofu, scooped a piece, put it in his bowl of white porridge, and began eating heartily.
However, he didn’t notice.
Beside him, nibbling her bun like a little hamster, with her cheeks puffed up, Song Wanqing was staring at his porridge and the bare table with a mix of bewildernt and puzzlent in her almond-shaped eyes.
"Teacher Zhang, is this all you have?"
After a while, perhaps unable to hold back, she cautiously asked.
"Uh-huh, what’s the matter?"
Zhang Lingchuan asked, puzzled.
"Teacher Zhang, I haven’t touched these two at buns, do you want them?"
Song Wanqing took out two buns from her bag and placed them in Zhang Lingchuan’s bowl.
"Uh... Wanqing, you just put them straight in my bowl, there’s no need for to be polite. Here, you sit and eat so Guilin Tofu too. It’s not so bad, really good with porridge!"
Just as Zhang Lingchuan was about to decline.
Being caught off guard, she placed the two big buns into his bowl.
At this mont, she only had half a bun in her hand.
He suddenly felt quite complex.
No doubt, in her eyes, he must seem pitiful, eating only white porridge with tofu.
Mainly because Old Zhang and others aren’t ho, last night he didn’t return for dinner, and with today’s late sleep-in, his plan was to deal with breakfast with tofu. Who’d have thought he’d score two buns from the girl...
"Alright~, thank you, Teacher Zhang."
Seeing Zhang Lingchuan directly serve her a small bowl of porridge with chopsticks, Song Wanqing initially wanted to refuse but couldn’t, so she gratefully accepted it.
Then she tried pinching a bit of tofu.
"Wanqing, no need to be so polite, take a whole piece."
Zhang Lingchuan observed and remarked as she only pinched a bit.
"Okay."
Song Wanqing nodded and placed a big chunk of tofu into her bowl.
She then removed the baseball cap she was wearing, neatly arranging the loose strands of hair behind her ear, and drank a sip of porridge.
"Wanqing is a university student, is volunteering at the Integrated dia Center part of a sumr internship?"
Zhang Lingchuan hadn’t expected.
She had a school-girl shoulder-length haircut similar to high school girls, currently tied, with a pink hairpin clipped on the left holding her fringe.
"Yes, it’s part of a sumr internship. I’ll be in my fourth year when school starts."
Song Wanqing used chopsticks, mixing the porridge with tofu and sending it gracefully into her mouth.
"Already in fourth year, huh!"
To be honest.
He truly didn’t see it coming.
Perhaps it’s because she’s a little petite.
Standing at around 163-164 cm tall, slightly slender, with a pure and innocent face reminiscent of a first love, and combined with a student haircut, pink hairpin on, he thought she might’ve just graduated high school or started first year.
"Thanks for saying I look young, Teacher Zhang."
Seeing Zhang Lingchuan’s surprised expression, Song Wanqing revealed two small tiger teeth with a pair of small dimples gracing her face.
"Indeed you look young, so are you studying at Lingnan University? Is it art-related?"
It seed like shooting-related work should be within the realm of arts.
"No, Teacher Zhang, I work at Spring City Land Developnt Corporation’s news departnt, engaged in broadcast television work."
Song Wanqing said suppressing a laugh. Usually listened to roommates’ complaints, this was the first ti she introduced herself like this.
"What the—Ji Da alumnus?!"
Zhang Lingchuan was startled.
This indeed sounds like Ji Da alumni banter!!
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