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When he heard his men scolding him, he just covered his cheeks. In reality, he had only been hit by his men, and it was nothing serious.

“Listen to me, I didn’t mean it. I just wanted our family to live a peaceful and stable life. Look how cute our precious son is. I know you miss him. So let that woman come and live with us. I won’t mind. I will take good care of you.”

She had made a final compromise, and she felt that he was a very understanding person, and that it would be a win-win situation for her if her husband could stay.

He doesn't dwell on this too much; even if his husband really doesn't want to live with him anymore, he'll still pursue him relentlessly.

"Anyway, we have a child together. Even if we get divorced, I will stay with you. As long as you two live together, I just want to see you happy."

Hearing the commotion inside before leaving, Qin Jiang shook his head and smiled helplessly. That's just how people are; some will never wake up. Even if someone tries to help them, they'll still be immersed in that person's affection.

When Qin Jiang returned, he saw a mother and daughter waiting at the entrance of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. When they saw Qin Jiang return with the camera crew, the girl quickly went up to him.

"Dr. Qin, my mother has a lump on the top of her head, and it's getting bigger and bigger. Recently, it seems to be developing. She's afraid of surgery and hasn't dared to see a doctor. I know you're a highly skilled doctor, so please diagnose my mother."

After the girl finished speaking, her eyes were already brimming with tears. The middle-aged woman, at this moment, dared not look into her daughter's eyes, fearing that her illness would become a burden to her daughter.

He just felt that the lump was throbbing and very painful during this time, and he even felt afraid to face it.

After letting them in, Qin Jiang took a look around and then he understood everything.

"Don't worry, this is a benign lump. I would have told you if there was any risk of it becoming malignant. Besides, I have already examined all the problems, and based on my preliminary diagnosis, it really won't cause too much damage to the brain."

After Qin Jiang finished speaking, the girl felt a little more at ease. She knew that Dr. Qin would never lie to her, and that Dr. Qin had many years of clinical experience in this area.

"Thank you, doctor. I knew your diagnosis would be correct. But my mother also said that she has been experiencing some other symptoms besides headaches lately."

He also didn't dare to face his mother's symptoms; he felt somewhat afraid whenever he talked about it.

Sensing the girl's fear, Qin Jiang could only have her sit down. He placed his hand on her pulse and, after examining her, could only say that she had some minor ailments, but nothing to worry about.

"It's really nothing serious. If this lump were inside the head, it could very well be a tumor, which is a serious problem. But since it's on the outside, all you need to do is remove the lump. Once the surgery is over and the gap closes during the recovery period, there won't be any issues."

The girl was overjoyed when she heard this, while her mother was momentarily stunned before speaking.

"Doctor, it's not just that. I feel my memory is also declining. Besides memory, I've also noticed that my health has been deteriorating day by day over the years. Could it be that you've made a wrong diagnosis?"

He felt his body was failing and brought it up himself. The girl was so frightened that she stood up even more, and he was somewhat at a loss.

"Doctor, don't worry, just tell me what's wrong with my mother. If it's serious, I'll treat her together."

Qin Jiang really couldn't understand why a mother would spread anxiety, especially in front of her own daughter. What was her daughter supposed to do?
"Auntie, I don't understand. You only have this one ailment, and after the surgery, it can be stitched up. But you're making it sound so scary. Do you think you're a doctor?"

“You’ve just not been sleeping well lately, so you might be feeling a bit tired. But if you insist on diagnosing yourself with any illness, then I can only say that you can diagnose yourself with any illness.”

"I have never seen a mother like you who insists on spreading anxiety to her daughter. If that's the case, then I can also give you a fake medical record."

Qin Jiang's candid revelation, directly revealing his true feelings, actually made the middle-aged woman feel embarrassed, as he had intended to attract his family's attention.

That's why I made it sound so serious. Who knew the doctor would see right through me? It seems this doctor's medical skills are indeed quite good.

“I don’t want to drag my daughter down. On the contrary, I want my daughter to have a better life. But I keep thinking that my current state will embarrass him, so I’ve been trying my best to suppress it.”

When he spoke, he tried his best to hold back his tears, looking like he was about to cry but couldn't.

"Mom, were you lying to me on purpose just now? I only want you to be healthy, nothing else. And I've never thought of abandoning you. I've always cared about you. Please don't scare me, okay?"

He didn't know what his mother's purpose was in scaring him; he only knew that he was extremely disappointed, and he hadn't gone to work because he was worried about his mother.

Even his superiors were giving him trouble, but his mother didn't understand him at all and only added to his worries at this time.

"I didn't mean to scare you. You can see my physical condition for yourself. Are you going to insist that I was deliberately trying to scare you?"

The middle-aged woman was instantly unhappy when her thoughts were exposed. How could she feel embarrassed to have her daughter see through her in front of everyone?

He just wanted his daughter to pay attention to him, and he also wanted to show that he was indeed very weak as a mother, and he also wanted my daughter to spend more money on my son.

“Look at how I look now. I’m getting old and can’t earn money anymore, but your brother is still useless and can’t even get married. I worry about him every day, so naturally I have some illnesses that others can’t diagnose. Even doctors, can they diagnose everything? Look at my hair, it’s falling out all night long, and now I don’t have much left.”

The woman lowered her head, wiping away tears; she looked utterly pitiful. (End of Chapter)