boyutpedia Chapter 16 Kidney Deficiency? You're beyond saving!
Chapter 16 Kidney Deficiency? You're beyond saving!
"I'll go wash the socks right now, stop nagging me!"
"The school doctor's words are law; disobeying them will get you athlete's foot."
"Starting today, I will check my socks to make sure they are clean every night before bed."
"I'd been wearing these socks for three days, but after watching this live stream, I quietly took them off and threw them in the washing machine."
The number of viewers in the live stream has remained stable at over 40,000.
The chat was buzzing with excitement, and gift effects occasionally popped up on the screen.
Lin Mo took another sip of cola.
I was just about to share some health tips to salvage my image as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
The door to the school clinic was pushed open.
He pushed the door open very gently.
They weren't the kind of people who rushed in.
Instead, he slowly pushed the door open a crack and peeked in with half his body inside.
Then, hesitantly, he moved inside.
He was wearing a wrinkled plaid shirt.
The buttons on the collar are fastened incorrectly.
Her hair was a mess, as if she had just woken up, with greasy bangs sticking to her forehead and several stray hairs sticking up at her temples.
His complexion was sallow, and his whole face looked ashen, with two shallow pits sunken below his cheekbones.
The most obvious one is his eyes.
There's a bluish-gray ring around my eyes, not the kind of dark circles that come from staying up all night and can be reversed.
The whites of the eyes are slightly yellowish, and the surface of the eyeballs has little luster.
His steps toward the examination bed were unsteady.
The soles of his shoes scraped against the floor, making a soft, rustling sound. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step drained his already limited energy.
After sitting down, he leaned back in his chair, not relaxed, but slumped down, as if his spine couldn't support the weight of his upper body.
The comments section keenly captured all of this.
"His complexion... is sallow and yellowish."
"It's obvious he's been staying up too late and has insufficient kidney energy."
"This isn't just ordinary all-nighter; this guy looks like he has kidney deficiency."
"A sallow complexion, according to Traditional Chinese Medicine, is a typical manifestation of spleen and stomach weakness or kidney yang deficiency."
"The way he walks is exactly what traditional Chinese medicine calls 'lower back and knee weakness,' a classic sign of kidney deficiency."
"Four major causes of kidney deficiency among college students: staying up late, manual labor, irregular diet, and lack of exercise."
"You upstairs, you know about kidney deficiency."
"My roommate looks the same way; I'm going to bring him in to see Dr. Lin too."
After the male student sat down, he opened his mouth, as if he had been gathering his thoughts for a while before making a sound.
The voice was weak and lacked strength.
The last syllable dropped downwards, conveying a lingering weariness.
"School doctor... I've been feeling listless every day lately..."
He licked his chapped lips and continued.
"When I doze off in class, it's not the kind of sleepiness that I can just fall asleep whenever I want. It's that I can't fall asleep but my body just doesn't want to move. My eyelids won't open, and I want to listen to the lecture but my brain can't keep up."
"I would be out of breath after running two laps in PE class, my heart would be pounding, my back would ache terribly, my legs would feel weak, and my vision would go black when I squatted down and stood up."
He became more and more anxious as he spoke, his voice filled with layers of anxiety.
But his tone was so weak, as if something was choking him, that he couldn't muster a loud voice and instead sounded even more listless.
"I went online to search, and the more I searched, the more scared I became. There were all sorts of different opinions."
"Some say I have a liver problem, some say I have a kidney problem, and others say I have a deficiency of both qi and blood. I feel like my body is getting weaker and weaker. Am I really...?"
He raised his lifeless eyes to look at Lin Mo, with a slight glimmer of water in them.
He swallowed hard and uttered the sentence that sent chills down the spines of countless boys in their midnight dreams.
"School doctor...do I have kidney deficiency?"
The live chat exploded.
"Hahahaha, he just admitted it outright."
"Brother, you're a real man. You just asked if I have kidney deficiency."
"Other patients beat around the bush, but this one just blurted it out."
"Kidney deficiency—two words that boys are most reluctant to admit, but he said them directly."
"This shows he's so weak he can't even care about his dignity anymore."
There are only two kinds of men in this world: those with kidney deficiency and those who refuse to admit they have kidney deficiency.
"Do I have kidney deficiency...?"
The male student's voice grew softer and softer, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. He put his knees together, rubbed his hands on his knees, and pulled the hangnails next to his fingernails until they were red.
"School doctor, is there any hope for me?"
Lin Mo leaned back in her chair, her gaze quietly fixed on his face.
From his left eye socket to his right eye socket, from his nose to his philtrum, and then across his dry, chapped lips.
His gaze lingered on that face for about three seconds.
His expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
After a moment, he didn't speak, but just frowned slightly.
"Stick out your tongue so I can see it."
The male student quickly stuck out his tongue.
The tongue was large and pale, with a ring of fine teeth marks around its edge.
Lin Mo's gaze fell on the tongue, and his brows furrowed even more.
He maintained his slightly furrowed brow, neither relaxing nor exaggerating his serious expression.
But it was this silence that made the air in the entire school clinic freeze.
That expression seemed to be thinking, confirming, or even hesitating about whether to tell someone some bad news.
The male student's heart skipped a beat when he saw Lin Mo's furrowed brows.
He stuck out his tongue, not daring to pull it back, his mouth was sore from being open so long, and he was almost drooling.
But seeing the school doctor's frowning expression, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.
His eyes grew increasingly panicked, darting from left to right and back again, trying to glean some information from Lin Mo's face.
But Lin Mo remained silent.
"The school doctor..."
The male student finally couldn't hold back any longer, pulled his tongue back, and his voice trembled noticeably.
"Please say something, don't be like this... I'm scared looking at you like that..."
Lin Mo raised his head, but instead of answering directly, he leaned forward slightly.
His gaze swept over the male student's face again.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.
He just let out a long sigh.
That sigh was delivered with great nuance.
It wasn't just a casual sigh.
Instead, it was a long, drawn-out sigh.
After sighing, he leaned back in his chair.
He crossed his hands on his knees and looked out the window.
Her lips were pressed into a line, and her brows were still furrowed, the furrow being a little deeper than before.
The entire school clinic was silent for a full three seconds.
Seeing Lin Mo's expression, the male student's mental alarm went off to the highest level.
If a person's inner thoughts had sound effects.
Right now, all he can hear are air raid sirens and repeated announcements of "Attention, attention, attention!"
His hands started to shake, and his knees swayed along with them.
Her lips trembled twice, and her voice trembled with tears.
"School doctor...don't scare me...why are you sighing...is it...is it really serious?"
Lin Mo didn't speak, but simply turned her gaze away from the window and glanced at him again.
Then he sighed again.
The male student could no longer sit still.
He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the examination table with both hands, his fingernails digging into the sheets, and his eyes began to redden.
"School doctor! Just tell me! Am I dying? Am I beyond saving? Tell me what's wrong, I can handle it—I can handle it, right?"