While Guan Xing was inspecting the medical equipment, several people had already entered the clinic.
"Xiao Juan, hurry up! That thing has come again… why is it never on time?" A young woman in her thirties led the group, her legs tightly pressed together, her face pale and weak.
Several other women followed suit, speaking at the same time: "Xiao Juan, get me some throat lozenges. My throat's been killing me these past few days.""Xiao Juan, give me a few pills. I've had no appetite lately and don't feel like eating."
This seemed to happen often, and Du Juan handled it easily, smiling as she handed out sanitary pads, watermelon frost lozenges, and digestive pills.
As expected of women—she even came to the clinic for sanitary pads.
But when Guan Xing noticed the woman taking the digestive pills, he stepped out from the inner room.
The women were startled to see a man appear so suddenly. The young mother holding sanitary pads blushed deeply, hiding them behind her back as she shyly asked, "Who is this?"
"This is Dr. Guan. From now on, he'll be in charge of the clinic. Dr. Guan is a returned medical PhD—you couldn't hire someone like him even if you had the money." Though the introduction sounded slightly exaggerated, it was understated compared to Guan Xing's real ability.
Yet the women were skeptical. A returned medical PhD working at a small company clinic?
Guan Xing ignored their expressions. He focused instead on the woman clutching her stomach, looking unwell, and softly said, "Miss, please come over. I'll take a look at you."
"Doctor, our Lin sister just has a poor appetite. A few digestive pills will fix it. Don't worry—it will scare her if you make such a fuss," the older woman said, clearly annoyed at Guan Xing's serious expression.
"You have irregular periods because you've been taking too many painkillers. Drink some brown sugar and ginger tea, and when in pain, apply a warm water pack to your abdomen. Next month, it should be back to normal."
The woman paused, surprised. She really had been taking a lot of painkillers. This handsome doctor had seen through it instantly—he must be highly skilled.
Guan Xing had already mastered the essence of traditional Chinese medicine's "inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation." Life experience honed his perception; doctors merely see more details than ordinary people.
The female employee surnamed Lin immediately walked over and sat before Guan Xing. He palpated her pulse with two fingers. From the faint energy he felt, he knew he was correct: her stomach was already diseased, and the condition was serious.
"Dr. Guan, I'm fine, right? I'm really fine?" Lin asked, eyes wide with fear as she looked at Guan Xing's cold expression. People want everything but sickness.
"Miss, go to the hospital immediately for a gastroscopy and pathological examination. Remember, right away." Guan Xing's tone was strict. The woman began to cry, lost and anxious.
For hidden illnesses like hers, ordinary doctors would never notice until it became unbearable—or too late.
"Doctor, can you not make it sound so serious? Like it's cancer. Last month's checkup said we were healthy." The older woman's tone carried irritation, and she waved the sanitary pad in front of him, teasing.
Guan Xing was used to disbelief and didn't get angry. He gave the older woman a cold glare, then spoke gently to Lin: "Go for an accurate examination. Trust me."
"Trust you? Yeah, right. Lin, let's go—" The older woman, already having her period stained underwear, grabbed Lin to leave, glaring at Guan Xing as if he were a charlatan.
Du Juan, a little embarrassed, stepped in. "Lin, Fang, don't rush. Dr. Guan has a point. Go get checked; it's better to be safe than sorry."
The older woman finally turned, seemingly persuaded by Du Juan. "Fine, I'll accompany Lin to the hospital. If nothing's wrong… humph, you quack, you'd better leave soon."
Guan Xing rolled his eyes. First day on the job, less than an hour, and someone had already told him off. But considering Lin's serious condition, as long as she went for the examination, there might still be time to save her. He didn't care to be angry.
The other women watched with glee, imagining the poor doctor being kicked out after just one day. Of course, they also felt it was a shame—such a handsome man leaving so soon.
Now only Guan Xing and Du Juan remained. She said sheepishly, "Dr. Guan, don't be upset. Fang is like that—impatient at times—but she's a good person and takes care of us younger staff. The previous doctor? She slapped him, and he got fired."
Indeed, this woman's temper was not easy. Few men could handle it.
"I'm not angry. I just hope that employee is truly okay." Guan Xing, like a parent to his patients, wished everyone good health. But he was not a god and could not control everything.
This little episode, however, spread quickly through Feiyang Tower within half an hour. Women, naturally excellent broadcasters, whispered about whether Guan Xing was a quack or a miracle worker.
That morning, the clinic became the busiest place in the company. Curiosity and minor ailments gave Du Juan both amusement and frustration.
By noon, a familiar figure entered: Hua Rubing. Her cold, strict presence made the idle staff quickly vanish. She sat in front of Guan Xing.
"Manager Hua, are you feeling unwell?" Du Juan asked, knowing this famously cold manager wouldn't indulge in idle gossip.
"Is your leg still sore, numb, and swollen?" Guan Xing immediately recognized the simple sprain. This woman was stubborn—despite his advice to rest, she had pushed herself. Typical type who would risk health for work.
Given her charm, many men would have happily indulged her requests. Guan Xing was generally indifferent to appearances, but after three encounters, he clearly noticed her captivating beauty.
Before Hua Rubing could speak, Guan Xing continued. She froze at his words. Annoying and cold as he was, his medical skills seemed solid. Without him that morning, she might not have made it back to the office.
Leaning closer, she asked urgently, "Is there a way to make it better immediately? I can't take a day off."
There was a way, but Guan Xing didn't want to overdo it. This wasn't a life-or-death situation, and using his special methods would be overkill. Importantly, she genuinely needed rest.
"There's no immediate fix. My advice: rest tomorrow, avoid alcohol and spicy food for three days. You should be fine." He had already assessed her temperament—he knew she would feel frustrated at having to rest.
In her four years at Feiyang, she had never taken leave outside of official holidays. This time would be an exception.
Seeing Guan Xing's cold demeanor, she pitifully pleaded, "Dr. Guan, please help. It's the critical period for the company's annual assessment. If I take even one day off, I'll fall behind."
Being a manager, her cold beauty was accentuated by a hint of flushed tears. Guan Xing's interest was slightly piqued.
Du Juan quietly stepped forward. "Dr. Guan, if you can help, please do. With the Operations and Expansion departments competing fiercely, Manager Hua really can't step away."