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Chapter 135 Can’t sleep, can’t sleep at all
While netizens were intensely discussing whether to get married in the future, a middle-aged man walked in from outside while making a phone call.

Behind this man was an assistant wearing a white suit, reporters and photographers.

Seeing this scene, Qin Jiang immediately became vigilant.

Could it be that someone with super powers is here again?

Just as Qin Jiang was thinking this, the man had already come to sit in front of the diagnosis and treatment table.

It's just that he seemed very busy. After sitting down, he didn't say what was wrong with him and just kept talking on the phone.

"Didn't I tell you? The quality of the products produced by our company must pass the standard!"

"I don't think it's possible, then I have to take it all back and redo it!"

"Don't talk to me about those useless things here. It's your business to delay the supply. If there are no quality problems, can it delay the supply? That's it, hang up."

The middle-aged man hung up the phone and then glanced at Qin Jiang.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, another call came in.

Qin Jiang was not in a hurry, picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip of tea.

But netizens couldn't bear it anymore.

"Who is this man? He calls one after another for medical treatment. Does he really think of himself as the big boss?"

"Some people are like this. They seem to be busy all day long, but in fact it's all about insignificant things."

"Why don't we just take the next one? This man is not easy to talk to at first glance. He might cause trouble for Dr. Qin later."

Just when netizens didn't want Qin Jiang to treat this middle-aged man, the middle-aged man's call finally ended.

He said to Qin Jiang with some embarrassment:
"Hi, the phone calls from our company's sales department are coming one after another. I really can't move on without the company."

Qin Jiang nodded to express his understanding.

It's not that Qin Jiang has a good temper, but he is the only patient now, and it doesn't affect other people anyway. If he wants to make a call, he can just call.

Just as Qin Jiang was about to speak, the middle-aged man's phone rang again.

Qin Jiang couldn't help it anymore.

"Sir, I don't like to be disturbed by other people when I'm treating people. Why don't you finish the matter first and then come to me, or you can look elsewhere."

Upon hearing what Qin Jiang said, the middle-aged man quickly hung up the phone and made an apologetic gesture.

"I'm really sorry, Doctor Qin. There are indeed too many things going on in our company, but don't worry, I absolutely respect you."

"I will definitely not answer any more calls until you see the doctor for me!"

Seeing the man's attitude, Qin Jiang nodded.

"Okay, tell me, what's your name, and what's wrong with you?"

The man said, "My name is Ge Qiang. I run a company. I've been feeling sick to my stomach lately, and this is where I am."

Qin Jiang glanced at the place covered by Ge Qiang's hand.

"Your stomach is there, which means your stomach is uncomfortable, right?"

Ge Qiang nodded.

"Yes, I just feel sick to my stomach."

"What do you usually eat? Do you eat regularly? Do you overeat?"

Most stomach problems are actually caused by irregular eating and overeating.

Ge Qiang scratched his head and said, "I'm not overeating, but my diet is a bit irregular."

Having said this, Ge Qiang looked at the reporter interviewing him.

"By the way, Reporter Wu, didn't you ask me what I usually like to eat the most? I remembered, my favorite thing to eat is hot pot." "Hot pot is a good thing, it can keep fit, and there are various kinds of food in it. Planting Chinese medicinal materials is a great source of nourishment!”

Hearing what Ge Qiang said, Qin Jiang, who was sitting opposite, said expressionlessly: "Who told you that hot pot is a tonic?"

Ge Qiang was stunned.

"Is not it?"

Qin Jiang explained calmly: "There are indeed Chinese medicinal materials in the hot pot, but compared with other ingredients, these Chinese medicinal materials can only exert a little fragrance and flavor at most, and have no way to exert their medicinal effect."

"Moreover, hot pot is a typical food high in oil and salt. If you eat it regularly, you can easily get angry. If you eat it very spicy, it can easily cause gastroenteritis."

"Your stomach will hurt, and it's probably related to eating hot pot."

Ge Qiang originally wanted to show his knowledge in front of reporter Wu who was interviewing him, and appear to be a very educated person.

As a result, Qin Jiang opened his mouth and slapped his face hard.

Ge Qiang coughed to save some face.

He whispered.

"There's nothing wrong with eating hot pot occasionally. It really keeps you healthy."

Qin Jiang was too lazy to listen to Ge Qiang's nonsense. He said directly: "Put your hand up, I want to take your pulse."

Ge Qiang put his hand on the pulse pillow, but he looked disdainful.

"Doctor, what age are you still taking my pulse? Why don't you just prescribe me a tablet or something, and help me check if I have any other diseases."

Seeing that Ge Qiang looked down on taking pulses, Qin Jiang said lightly: "Under normal circumstances, taking pulses is more accurate than taking a picture."

"Because by taking your pulse, I can know what's going on in your body right now, not what's going on locally."

Ge Qiang curled his lips, feeling that what Qin Jiang said was simply too mysterious.

While Qin Jiang was checking Ge Qiang's pulse, the reporter continued the interview.

"Mr. Ge, many viewers are interested in your daily life. Can you share with us what time do you get up and go to work on weekdays, and what time do you get off work?"

Upon hearing the reporter's question, Ge Qiang suddenly became interested.

He said confidently: "I only sleep four hours a day."

"Go to bed at twelve o'clock at night and get up at four o'clock in the morning."

“Then spend an hour exercising, running, and another hour washing up and eating breakfast.”

"Read a book for an hour and clock in at the company on time at seven in the morning."

Upon hearing what Ge Qiang said, netizens in the live broadcast room were immediately shocked.

"Holy shit, you go to the company to clock in at seven in the morning? Is this a human being?"

"There should be no one else in the company except him at seven in the morning. What's the use of him going so early?"

"Don't you understand this? It just gives employees a sense of oppression."

"Think about it, you are still lying in bed at home at seven in the morning, but your company boss has already started assigning tasks in the work group. Let me ask you, can you still sleep soundly?"

Reporter Wu looked at Ge Qiang with admiration.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ge to wake up so early. Don't you want to sleep more?"

Ge Qiang said seriously: "I can't sleep. How can I possibly sleep when I think of the burden on my shoulders?"

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Qin Jiang said, "You should get up at half past six every day, right?"

"And according to your pulse, you should have gone to sleep after punching in. You should have a recliner or something like that in the office."

(End of this chapter)