The speaker is wearing a skull T-shirt and cargo pants, with a long brimmed beanie on his head.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand and began to look at Liou Qingcheng with greedy eyes, his mouth curled up in a very sleazy smile.

"Your girlfriend's interview has already passed. We can now train her in basic street dance moves. She might even get a chance to perform on stage, and if she's lucky, she'll catch the eye of a talent scout and become a big star. As for you... you have no talent, so you'd better scram."

The tattooed man gave Lin Tian a disdainful look. Apart from his decent looks, in his Nike tracksuit, he was just a nobody. Him being with such a goddess was like a flower growing in cow dung.

Liou Qingcheng's face turned pale with anger, wondering why there are always such pointless people wherever she goes. Are they so bored?

"Let's go." Liou Qingcheng grabbed Lin Tian, eager to leave immediately.

"Wait a minute." Lin Tian didn't move. He looked at the tattooed man and the guy behind him, saying, "You say you don't want male members here, but aren't both of you men?"

The guy in the back twitched his facial muscles, angrily pointing at Lin Tian, "Are you deaf? I'm telling you to scram."

Lin Tian suddenly felt the air become foul. He quickly pulled Liou Qingcheng back several steps, waving his hand in front of his nose several times.

Lin Tian frowned at the guy, asking, "Damn! What were you just eating?"

The guy was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Fried noodles, why?"

Lin Tian retreated another step, and seriously asked the tattooed man, "How can you stand your friend's bad breath?"

The tattooed man twitched his facial muscles involuntarily, then carefully glanced at the guy behind him, opened his mouth hesitantly, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.

The guy's expression turned awkward, and he looked at the tattooed man, asking, "Zhen, do I have bad breath?"

Zuzi hesitated, then cautiously nodded, "Zhen, there's a bit of a smell, and it's been going on for quite some time."

After Zuzi spoke, he gratefully glanced at Lin Tian. He had wanted to mention it for a long time but never knew how to bring it up.

Upon hearing this, Zhen's face immediately changed, losing all the swagger from earlier, and he froze on the spot.

Zhen thought to himself: I thought I wasn't ugly and had skills, so why do girls avoid me? Turns out this is the problem. Zuzi, damn it, why didn't you tell me sooner?

He angrily thought to himself, looking at Zuzi with resentment-filled eyes.

Lin Tian maintained a certain distance from Zhen, sneering at him, "You say you're studying medicine, yet you can't even diagnose your own ailments."

Zhen was furious, "I'm not going into dentistry, how would I know so much!"

"Can't you talk without yelling? It stinks!" Lin Tian looked at him in disgust, "Just because you're not going into dentistry doesn't mean you can't recognize your own problem? You think bad breath is just an oral issue? It could be caused by excessive liver fire, you know, which then would be an internal medicine concern. Clearly, you're not skilled. How could a century-old school like Kanyue City Medical University have someone like you bringing it down?"

"What did you say!" Zhen grew angrier, taking two steps forward, lifting a chair as if to fight Lin Tian.

Lin Tian responded as if facing a great enemy, taking several steps back to stand by the door.

He was not afraid of the chair in Zhen's hand, but rather feared him getting too close. The stench was suffocating!

Lin Tian thought: If he takes one more step forward, I'll turn and run.

"Can you just stand still." Lin Tian also got angry, "I said your skills were lacking, and you won't admit it? How about I use my rudimentary knowledge to diagnose you?"

"Go ahead, let's hear it." Zhen scoffed at Lin Tian, "I don't believe a freshman who just enrolled can say anything substantial."

Lin Tian cast an appraising glance at Zhen and finally made a judgment.

"Judging by your clothes, your family probably has some money. Your lips are chapped, you've been eating hot foods the past few days, right? And your teeth are yellow, clearly haven't been smoking lightly. Plus, you have dark circles under your eyes, obviously from staying up late online. Most importantly, your steps are somewhat light when you walk, likely due to excessive sexual activity. But your bad breath is strong, so no girls are likely willing to be with you, which means you masturbate frequently."

"Summing up all the above reasons, my final diagnosis is: Excessive liver and stomach fire, plus, kidney deficiency!"

Liou Qingcheng was shocked, tilting her head to scrutinize Lin Tian's handsome and somewhat fascinating face.

Is he making this up, or is he for real?

As Lin Tian revealed half of it, Zhen became very angry.

But he held back, wanting to hear what else Lin Tian would say.

Unexpectedly, this kid who seemed to be talking nonsense hit the nail on the head, awestruck Zhen with both fear and anger as he listened.

Could this be the "observation" from the ancient medical diagnostics of looking, listening, questioning, and feeling? Could he diagnose my ailments just by looking?

Yes, everything Lin Tian said was spot on.

Zhen immediately froze in place. Faced with Lin Tian, he felt like he couldn't hide any secrets, feeling insecure.

Zhen, holding a chair but not yet taking action, was interrupted by Zuzi shouting, "Who do you think you are? Hua Tuo or Li Shizhen? Diagnosing with just a look? You're full of crap! Just causing trouble. Zhen, get him."

Zhen suddenly snapped back to reality: So what if he was right? He's insulting me.

His eyes, his gestures, and the way he avoided and pointed at me, all blatantly insult me.

Zhen clenched his fists, his joints making a cracking sound, and his facial muscles twitched with anger.

How do you deal with someone who insults you? Of course, you break their arms and legs with a chair, then have their girlfriend come inspect your oral health, while you assist her with her OB-GYN examination.

Zhen charged at Lin Tian with the chair raised high, swinging it down harshly toward Lin Tian's shoulder.

"Ah!" Liou Qingcheng screamed, clutching Lin Tian's hand, trying to pull him away to dodge the incoming chair.

But she had already used all her strength, yet Lin Tian remained firmly in place, unmoving.

As Liou Qingcheng turned pale with fear, the chair had already come down.

Yet Liou Qingcheng heard no cries of pain from Lin Tian, only the soft sound of "snap".

She cautiously glanced at Lin Tian's arm, her heart in her throat, wondering what to do if Lin Tian got injured.

Fortunately, Lin Tian's arm was unharmed, and the chair had not come down, as one leg of the chair was caught in Lin Tian's hand, not moving an inch.

"Told you, you're so bad-tempered from your liver fire. Called you kidney-deficient, you're so weak that you can't even muster the strength to attack."

Lin Tian looked at Zhen coldly, raising an eyebrow, "Seems you like using a chair to hit others. Let me show you what it feels like!"

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