Chapter 64: Might as Well Call Him Brother-in-Law

"Big sister, what's wrong?" Dongfang Wenhao rushed to Dongfang Qingwan's side, anxiously asking her. Unfortunately, Dongfang Qingwan had fainted and couldn't respond.

Dongfang Wenhao quickly turned to the surrounding students. "What happened to her?"

A female student nearby replied, "We don't know either. She was just standing there, and suddenly she fainted without any warning."

At that moment, Qin Xuan's voice came from nearby. "Let me take a look."

"Take a look? Are you kidding me!" Dongfang Wenhao was instantly infuriated, turning back to scold him. "You might be good at fighting, but do you know anything about medicine? Even I can't figure out what's wrong with my sister, and you think you can?"

The Dongfang family made their fortune with traditional medicine, so it was normal for Dongfang Wenhao to know a bit about Chinese medicine. Unfortunately, his sister's current symptoms were beyond his knowledge.

"Are you sure you're better than me in medicine?" Qin Xuan was somewhat helpless.

It seemed treating Dongfang Qingwan wouldn't be so straightforward.

"If your skills in medicine surpass mine, I'll call you 'brother' every time I see you from now on!" Dongfang Wenhao glared at Qin Xuan, full of confidence.

"Heh, I think you might as well call him 'brother-in-law' instead. Isn't that right, Xiao Gang?" Zhou Xiaoyu grinned mischievously, while Xiao Gang and Gao Tie nodded in agreement.

Dongfang Wenhao was nearly beside himself with rage.

"Everyone, return to your squads immediately!" At this moment, the instructors on both sides began shouting to restore order. In their eyes, it was just a student too weak to handle the heat, fainting from sunstroke—nothing serious. She'd recover soon; why make such a fuss?

"Return to your squad? Are you kidding me?" Dongfang Wenhao shouted at the young instructor Xiao Liu. "Why aren't you calling for medical staff right now? If anything happens to my sister, are you going to take responsibility?"

"Don't worry, we've already called the medical staff, they should be here soon," Instructor Xiao Liu replied, frowning but understanding Dongfang Wenhao's agitation and not taking his words to heart.

"I don't see any sign of medical staff," Dongfang Wenhao looked around, snorted, and said.

"I think I should take a look. Since the professionals aren't here yet, right?" Qin Xuan said helplessly, blocked by Dongfang Wenhao.

"Come on, Wenhao, our boss is an amazing guy. If you don't trust him, it's just because you're afraid to call him 'brother-in-law,' isn't it?" Zhou Xiaoyu egged him on.

"Who says 'brother-in-law'? I meant 'brother'!" Dongfang Wenhao shot Zhou Xiaoyu a furious glare.

Zhou Xiaoyu shrugged. "Brother or brother-in-law, it's practically the same thing..."

"You..." Dongfang Wenhao was livid. He hadn't expected a casual comment would provoke Zhou Xiaoyu so much.

"Let me take a look. I'm a medical school student, I should be able to help this classmate." Just then, a deep, magnetic voice came from the crowd.

Everyone looked up. A young man, also in military training uniform, gazed tenderly at Dongfang Qingwan who had fainted. He was about six foot one, handsome and sunny, with a Rolex watch on his wrist—a clear sign of wealth and status.

"You? A medical student, and a freshman at that. You know how to treat patients?" Dongfang Wenhao scoffed.

The reason Dongfang Qingwan and Dongfang Wenhao were in the business school was that Jinling University only had Western medicine programs. That meant this wealthy, handsome guy was definitely studying Western medicine.

Dongfang Wenhao inwardly looked down on him—a freshman in Western medicine, what could he possibly know?

"Though I'm a freshman, my father is a chief physician at Jinling First Hospital. I've grown up surrounded by medicine, so I can easily handle common ailments," the rich, handsome student answered politely.

"Let Xiao Wang take a look. I'm sure he won't let us down," a stout instructor walked over, smiling encouragingly at the wealthy student.

Xiao Liu glanced at the stout instructor. "I think we should wait for the medical staff. If anything goes wrong, can you handle it?"

"What could possibly go wrong?" The stout instructor was indifferent. "Relax, Xiao Wang knows what he's doing. My acute gastroenteritis two years ago was treated by Xiao Wang's father."

As he spoke, the stout instructor thought to himself: Medical staff? Heh, Xiao Wang wants to impress the beauty, so I've already called them to come a quarter of an hour late...

Xiao Liu frowned, looking at the confident, eager rich student, and suddenly understood.

"Alright, everyone else move aside. Let Xiao Wang take a look. Don't crowd around, you'll affect the patient." The stout instructor began shooing people away, forcefully pushing Dongfang Wenhao aside.

As an instructor, he was naturally stronger than Dongfang Wenhao.

Dongfang Wenhao, pushed aside, was indignant. But the wealthy student had already stepped forward to examine Dongfang Qingwan.

"Qin Xuan, aren't you supposed to be impressive? Why aren't you stepping up now?"

Dongfang Wenhao muttered resentfully.

"What's the rush? I want to see what this guy can figure out," Qin Xuan squinted his eyes, perfectly calm.

With Dongfang Qingwan's symptoms, even a top hospital might not diagnose her easily, let alone a freshman.

However, you could judge someone's medical skill by their diagnostic methods and process. Qin Xuan wanted to see what level this so-called chief physician's son really possessed.

The wealthy student first observed Dongfang Qingwan for a while, then felt her pulse, and suddenly seemed to understand everything. Qin Xuan couldn't help but laugh—this guy was clearly just putting on a show. With this level, he dared to flaunt himself as a chief physician's son?

"This student is suffering from heatstroke. I'll move her to a shady spot, and everyone else can continue with the training. She'll be fine," the wealthy student smiled, trying to lift Dongfang Qingwan into his arms.

"Wait." Qin Xuan stopped him immediately. "Heatstroke? She doesn't look like it to me."

"Who are you? If it's not heatstroke, what is it then?" The wealthy student wasn't angry, but politely asked.

"Patients with heatstroke usually display obvious symptoms—dizziness, excessive sweating, rapid pulse. I'm sure you, as a medical student, know this?" Qin Xuan questioned.

The wealthy student was slightly surprised, but nodded. "So what? She fainted in hot weather, isn't that heatstroke?"

"Look closely. Her complexion is rosy, her lips moist, no sign of sweating, and her expression is calm—none of these are symptoms of heatstroke," Qin Xuan replied casually.

At this point, Dongfang Wenhao couldn't hold back anymore. He already knew his sister wasn't suffering from heatstroke—if it were, he would've recognized it himself.

"Exactly, heatstroke my foot! Move aside!" Dongfang Wenhao cursed, stepping forward to push the wealthy student away. If he hadn't, that guy would've wrapped his greasy hands around Dongfang Qingwan, and Dongfang Wenhao would never tolerate that.

Qin Xuan smiled.

This was probably the first time Dongfang Wenhao and he stood on the same side. A delightful development, indeed. As it turned out, the best way to build a relationship with someone was to create a common enemy.

This wealthy student was eager to play that role, and Qin Xuan was rather grateful for it.