Chapter 93: What Are You Shouting For!

After trying three times, Jiang Yun no longer applied for minor refunds.

It was not that he did not want to keep playing; it was simply that the platform only allowed three attempts.

He stopped teasing the girl in a daze, scrolled through short videos for a while, and then went to sleep.

The next morning, Jiang Yun had originally planned to wash up and start streaming right away.

But after thinking it over, since he was already killing time by eating on stream, why not go even further?

So Jiang Yun took his streaming gear, turned on the livestream, and headed out.

The moment the stream opened, countless viewers flooded in.

"Kid, today you're late agai... you actually aren't late?"

"Kid, apologize to... huh? You're actually not late today?"

"So you even dare to show up early now! Apologize right now!"

"Although you weren't late, you scared me by starting early, so apologize right now!"

"......."

Faced with the screen still full of demands for an apology, Jiang Yun could not help rolling his eyes. "You people think about nothing all day except making me apologize, huh? I'll apologize to your uncle."

As he spoke, Jiang Yun left the residential complex and said, "First I'll go eat breakfast, then we'll do the video calls."

Hearing this, the livestream was instantly filled with question marks.

"????"

"Is eating takeout to kill time still not enough for you?"

"Kid, your methods of wasting time just leveled up again, didn't they?"

"I knew it. Yesterday's overtime was all going to be paid back in revenge!"

"You don't suffer losses at all, do you? Work extra once and you have to waste extra time to make up for it!"

"........"

Ignoring the audience's 'criticism,' Jiang Yun arrived at a breakfast shop near the complex, ordered a meal, and ate at an unhurried pace.

The viewers could only watch as he openly killed time, and the question marks never stopped.

Still, Jiang Yun did not make them wait for nothing; as usual, he sent out a lucky draw packet so they could watch him eat breakfast.

This time, the passphrase changed again.

First breakfast, then video call; a cheerful mood lasts all day.

At last, after Jiang Yun finished eating, the viewers heard him say, "All right, breakfast is done. Time to go back for the video calls!"

This time, the audience could no longer hold back.

"Come on, you spent over twenty minutes just walking here to eat breakfast. If you walk back too, won't that be half an hour in total?"

"A round trip just to eat breakfast, and half an hour is gone. You're really good at wasting time!"

"Too much! Don't go back, just start the video calls!"

"Now the stream is nothing but made-up stories. It's not even as good as outdoor streaming anymore. Why not just stream outdoors directly?"

"Outdoor! Don't want to watch video calls today!"

"........."

Seeing the barrage, Jiang Yun said rather helplessly, "At first you were the ones telling me to do video calls, and now you won't let me do them. What exactly do you want me to do... damn it!"

He had been talking to the viewers and had not been watching the road, so his foot slipped and he missed a step.

The worst part was that where he fell there was a patch of broken glass. It drew a four- or five-centimeter cut along his arm, and the wound was not shallow; it looked like it would need treatment.

Glancing at his injury, Jiang Yun frowned.

It was not that it hurt terribly; it was mostly that it was troublesome.

He was not the kind of person who would rush to the hospital over a little scrape, but a wound of this size still needed to be treated, or it could easily become inflamed and infected.

"Seriously? I was too busy talking nonsense with you lot, and now look what happened."

Jiang Yun looked around, trying to see whether there was a pharmacy nearby.

Fortunately, there happened to be a small clinic within sight. As he walked toward it, he said, "Brothers in the stream, take me as a lesson. Next time you're walking, remember to watch the road, or you'll get hurt."

With that, Jiang Yun reached the clinic entrance.

The clinic was not large, with only a male doctor inside who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

As soon as Jiang Yun arrived at the door, the doctor saw the wound on his arm.

"Tsk, how did you do that?"

The doctor clicked his tongue, then took alcohol, iodine, gauze, and the like from beneath the cabinet.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun placed his arm before the doctor.

The doctor showed his professional skill, quickly disinfecting the wound and bandaging it with gauze.

Just then, another man walked into the clinic.

The doctor glanced at him and said, "Wait a moment. I'll bandage his wound first."

The man said nothing, only stood to one side and waited, though a trace of impatience showed between his brows.

Soon, the doctor finished bandaging Jiang Yun's wound and handed him some medicine.

"Make sure you don't smoke or drink recently, and eat less spicy food," the doctor instructed.

"All right, doctor, I understand."

Jiang Yun nodded, then stood up, intending to pay and leave.

At that moment, the man walked to the seat Jiang Yun had just occupied and said to the doctor, "I'm feeling a bit unwell."

The doctor looked up at him, then habitually took out his prescription notebook and asked for the man's name.

"What is your name?"

That was an ordinary enough question. Many doctors would first ask for a name and age, make a record, and then ask about specific symptoms before prescribing medicine.

The medicine prescribed would also be written in the notebook so that, if the patient came again, the doctor would know what had been given this time and avoid conflicts and the like.

But for some reason, the man seemed to have a screw loose and glared at the doctor. "What are you asking me that for?!"

That retort left Jiang Yun, standing nearby, completely stunned.

He stared at the man with a face full of question marks.

Huh?

Brother, is there something wrong with your ears or your brain?

The doctor, however, probably thought the man had misunderstood him, so he said again, "I am asking for your name."

The man tilted his head and looked at the doctor with shameless insolence. "You are quite the joke. What the hell do I care what my name is to you?"

After a moment of silence, the doctor gave up on asking for his name and instead asked, "You said you were feeling a bit unwell just now. Where do you feel unwell?"

Smack!

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, the man slammed the table hard.

"I already said I feel unwell. If I knew where I felt unwell, would I still need to come to you? If I knew, would I not prescribe medicine myself? Can't you even see it? What kind of doctor are you supposed to be?"

Jiang Yun, watching the scene unfold: ????

The livestream audience, hearing this exchange, immediately started spamming question marks.

"????"

"What on earth kind of logic is that?"

"Although... but... weirdly enough, it almost makes sense!"

"What nonsense is that? He's obviously just looking for trouble!"

"Damn, I said outdoor streams are better than video calls. Everywhere you look, there are absolute gems!"

"That doctor is unlucky to run into such a patient."

".........."

At this point, the doctor silently put down his pen and said to the man, "If you won't say anything at all, how am I supposed to know where you feel unwell?"

"If you don't have the skill, don't come out pretending to be a doctor!"

The man still would not say where he felt unwell, only sneering at the doctor on his own.

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