"Lack-of-Boyfriend Syndrome?"
The doctors exchanged puzzled glances at the bizarre diagnosis, some suppressing amused smiles.
"What does that mean?" Emily frowned, utterly confused—she'd never heard of such an illness.
"If I'm not mistaken, you've been feeling restless at night, struggling to sleep, as if a fire burns in your chest, correct?"
Lin Yu explained, "Western medicine would attribute this to excessive gonadotropin release leading to heightened hormonal activity. Traditional Chinese medicine calls it 'reckless ministerial fire' due to liver-kidney yin deficiency—requiting both emotional release and herbal regulation."
"Speak plainly! No riddles!" Emily snapped, though the insomnia part rang true.
"Fine. You need a man! Nighttime companionship for yin-yang harmony! Clear enough?"
Lin Yu had tried to be tactful, but she'd insisted.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA!"
The room erupted in laughter.
Even Xue Qin covered her mouth, shooting Lin Yu a mock-scolding glare for his bluntness.
Emily's face burned crimson. "You're lying!"
"I'm not." Lin Yu turned serious. "This is early-stage but will worsen—first mental fog, then potential schizophrenia."
Emily gasped. She'd never imagined... *that* could lead to psychosis!
"Press your *mingmen* acupoint now. It'll hurt intensely—the root of your 'fire.'"
Emily touched the spot on her lower back and yelped. A searing pain confirmed his diagnosis.
"Wh-what should I do?" Her voice trembled.
"As said: a suitable partner plus this prescription." Lin Yu scribbled a formula.
Emily glanced at Li Haoming for validation.
He nodded. "Given your symptoms, Dr. He's diagnosis is accurate. His skill is peerless."
Internally, Li marveled—*Where did this prodigy train?*
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Blushing, Emily accepted the prescription.
"May I treat Mr. Bain now?"
Time was critical.
No longer obstructed, Lin Yu requested silver needles. Examining Bain's erratic muscle spasms and heightened sensitivity—opposite of typical insomnia—his frown deepened.
The room held its breath. To these doctors, Lin Yu was their last hope. Failure meant professional ruin and tarnishing their hospital's "Jiangnan's Best" reputation.
Li Haoming's career hung by a thread.
Xue Qin clenched her fists, praying silently.
Under collective gaze, Lin Yu's brow glistened. Bain's pulse baffled him—alternating between thin-rapid and deep-wiry without pattern.
*Two pulse types for one condition?*
"Eureka!"
Lin Yu exhaled, wiping sweat. The doctors leaned forward.
"Initially, I thought Mr. Bain's insomnia stemmed from heart-kidney imbalance," he explained. "But deeper diagnosis reveals liver-fire stagnation and phlegm-heat disturbing the mind—hence the erratic pulses."
Turning to Emily: "Does he work late nights with strong coffee?"
Her shocked nod confirmed it.
"Recent stress? Agitation?"
"Yes! Headquarters raised targets—he's been distraught!" Emily gaped. *This isn't medicine—it's divination!*
Lin Yu nodded, relieved. Selecting a long needle, he inserted it into Bain's *baihui* crown point. Emerald mist trailed the needle—a sight only he could see.
More needles followed at ear and neck points.
Within thirty seconds, Bain's eyes fluttered shut. Soon, thunderous snores filled the room—the exhausted man was finally at rest.
"He's... asleep!"
Tears welled in doctors' eyes. Emily covered her mouth in awe.
Xue Qin stared, stunned. *Grandfather couldn't cure this, yet he... with just needles?*
After checking Bain's stable vitals, Li Haoming approached Lin Yu and bowed deeply.
"Divine Healer, accept my reverence!"
"Divine Healer, accept ours!"
The entire medical team echoed the bow.
Lin Yu flushed. "Please, no! This is too much!"
Even Xue Qin was moved—her grandfather, a legendary physician, had never received such collective homage. *Who exactly is this He Jiarong?*
Lin Yu prescribed Emily a detailed herbal regimen—seven doses initially, then five more after improvement.
By night's end, Li escorted him out, persistently recruiting him for the hospital.
Lin Yu declined but mentioned Jiang Yan's upcoming physician exams—subtly ensuring no unfair barriers hindered her.
At Xue Qin's insistence, he accepted a ride home.
"Thank you." She handed him a business card, promising proper gratitude later.
Tucking it away absently, Lin Yu watched her car disappear. "But she's not ill..."
Yet Elder Song's solemn warning lingered. *Perhaps a future pulse reading will reveal more.*
---
"Back so late?" Jiang Yan sat on the sofa, face masked, voice icy.
"Yeah." Lin Yu cooked noodles, eating silently.
Her patience frayed. "Where were you?"
"Met an old friend." He lied smoothly—the hospital incident was too complex to explain.
Unbeknownst to himself, he'd become quite the adept liar—a necessity of his borrowed identity.
Jiang Yan seethed. *Which friend? His old troublemakers are gone, and his new 'Lin Yu' friend is dead!*
But asking further would imply concern—so she bottled it.
---
Next evening, off-duty Jiang Yan surprised everyone by inviting Lin Yu shopping—their first outing as a couple.
Her parents exchanged glances. *Since when does she want his company?*
"Change those rags." Jiang Yan tossed him new clothes, dumping his old ones in the washer.
During the drive, her frosty silence puzzled Lin Yu.
"Something wrong?" he ventured.
"Who was that 'friend' yesterday?" She flung a business card at him. "Her?"
The card—Xue Qin's—fluttered onto his lap.
