I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

The men’s dorm.

The moment Jiang He walked in, he could tell the atmosphere was weird.

His three roommates all seemed busy, but he couldn’t figure out what they were doing.

He didn’t call them out on it.

Everyone had their secrets. As long as it wasn’t something earth-shattering, there was no need for him to get involved.

"Haozi, come here. You rushed off from the coffee shop today. I’ll go over it with you again."

Chen Hao: "Alright, Old Jiang. You talk, I’ll listen."

Jiang He: "The key is the homogenization time after adding the Trizol; it has to be kept within the specified range. Also, when you’re centrifuging to get the supernatant, your hand has to be steady. You absolutely cannot aspirate the white protein layer in the middle. If it gets contaminated, the entire PCR process afterward will have to be redone... Got it?"

"Got it. Steady hands, and don’t touch the middle layer..."

「Half an hour later.」

Jiang He closed his laptop. "So, spill it. What news did you see this afternoon that scared you so much?"

"Ah, it was nothing serious. My dad’s been playing the stock market, and a stock he’s heavily invested in hit its limit down again. He was texting me to vent, and I got worried, so I wanted to go out and give him a call to cheer him up."

The 2008 stock market truly was a bloodbath.

Jiang He genuinely saw Chen Hao as a brother.

There were some things he hadn’t planned on telling anyone.

But this was Chen Hao.

After a moment’s thought, he said, "Chen Hao, tell your dad not to worry about the market for now."

Chen Hao froze. "Huh?"

"The market has already bottomed out. The government can’t just watch the financial markets collapse. I have a feeling that next month, there will be a wave of major favorable policies, and the market will bounce back. So, if your dad’s worried, tell him to wait another two weeks. You never know, right?"

Chen Hao was a little stunned.

He had just pulled an excuse out of thin air. He never expected Jiang He to launch into such a serious market analysis for him.

This turn of events...

...actually made Chen Hao feel a little guilty.

He said, "Okay... I’ll tell my dad. Thanks, Old Jiang."

"We’re brothers. What’s there to thank me for?"

Jiang He patted his shoulder, then turned back to open his own computer.

He first clicked open the "Gut Microbiota Clinical Translation Research Group."

The people in the group were in the middle of a discussion.

But the topic of conversation was a bit strange.

Jiang He thought for a moment, then sent a message:

"There’s actually no need to get hung up on traditional gavage frequency. Try changing the acid-base buffer system of the transplantation fluid and adding a suitable macromolecular protective agent to encapsulate the microbiota. This will increase the survival rate in one go. Also, pay attention to the changes in hepatic hemodynamics in rats post-portacaval shunt surgery. That is the core prerequisite for the onset of HE."

The group fell silent the instant he sent the message.

Then, several experts replied in unison: "[We’ve learned something new. Elder Zhi, you’ve hit the nail on the head!]"

Jiang He said no more.

He closed the window and went to message his girlfriend.

Jiang He: "Teacher Shen, what are you up to? Busy? Wanna video chat?"

His message was met with silence.

About twenty minutes later, a reply finally arrived.

Shen Yu: "Dr. Jiang, so sorry! I was busy just now."

Shen Yu sent another message: "I’ve been really busy lately. The school is pushing for the exchange student application materials, so I have to get them ready. Let’s not video chat today, okay? You should get some rest; you have your competition tomorrow! You can do it!"

Jiang He’s brow furrowed slightly.

’The exchange program? Didn’t she say that was already taken care of? Are there more supplementary materials to submit?’

He couldn’t shake the feeling that his girlfriend had been acting a little strange lately.

A little cold, a little dismissive.

This wasn’t a recent development, either.

Over the past few days, the frequency with which Shen Yu shared details about her day had dropped sharply.

Before, she would send him a picture of the rice balls every time she passed the cafeteria, but now, she’d often go hours without replying.

’Did something happen with her family? Did someone else get her spot in the exchange program? Or... is she sick and hiding it so I don’t worry?’

When it came to matters of health and safety, Jiang He’s imagination tended to run wild.

So he messaged Xu Juan: "Juanzi, you there? Has Teacher Shen... run into some kind of trouble lately?"

Xu Juan: "Nope! What trouble could she possibly be in!"

Jiang He: "She’s barely replying to messages, and she didn’t answer my video call today. Is she okay? Is she eating properly?"

Xu Juan: "Oh, my dear Dr. Jiang, you can put your mind at ease! Shen Xiaoyu is doing great. She’s eating well and sleeping soundly—she’s eating two full bowls at every meal! She’s just genuinely busy with the exchange program stuff. Her advisor is really pushing her, so she’s been running to the registrar’s office to get documents stamped. Don’t worry, I’m looking after her. I won’t let a single hair on her head be harmed!"

Reading Xu Juan’s reply, Jiang He finally relaxed a little.

Juanzi’s reassurance was all he needed.

’I’ll finish the competition tomorrow, then find some time to have a proper talk with my girlfriend.’

...

「The next day.」

October 30th.

It was the day of the South China Region Clinical Thinking and Skills Competition.

The campus was buzzing with excitement.

Colorful flags and banners were everywhere, with volunteers stationed at every corner to give directions.

Jiang He put on the custom white coat provided by the school, picked up his cane, and walked out of the dorm.

At 8:00 AM.

He met Lin Han by the flowerbeds outside the Skill Center building, just as they had arranged.

Lin Han’s eyes first landed on Jiang He’s coat. "That’s a nice coat. The lettering is even gold."

Jiang He had no interest in discussing it. "It’s standard issue from the school."

Lin Han didn’t dwell on the coat. He took out a notebook, flipped to a page, and handed it to Jiang He.

"When I was checking out the venue yesterday, I overheard the organizing committee let something slip. There’s a huge emphasis on trauma and first aid in this competition. I went back to the hotel last night and put together some new notes on the tough spots. Thought I’d share them with you."