Chapter 429 On-the-Spot Diagnosis

• With a sharp smack, Sun Million was left totally stunned. Seeing Meier’s cold face, his heart felt like it was being sliced open. “Meier, were you with me just for money?” Meier gave a chilly laugh. “Duh. What else? Look at you—weak, timid, hanging out with slackers all day, no ambition. If you hadn’t lucked into leasing that little coal pit, what future would you have?” “And you still blame your ex for dumping you. If it were me, I wouldn’t look at you twice. Now get lost.” She finished, pressing the jaw that Jayce had knocked askew, and walked straight out of the hall. Hearing Meier’s words, Sun Million’s anger surged hot and wild. His vision went black, and he collapsed on the spot. Haining frowned and waved for a few bodyguards to drag him out. Sun Million never imagined that just spotting his ex and trying to show off a little would end up wrecking half a lifetime of effort. People really should keep a low profile. … Haining led Jayce on, showing him around and introducing a few local tycoons. “Mr. Howe, I heard your medical skills are top-notch. I’ve got a chronic issue—think you could help me out?” a middle‑aged man asked. Haining smiled and introduced him. “This is our state capital’s big-shot entrepreneur, Hou Shaolong. He basically runs the whole food scene. You can call him the Instant Noodle King! Hahaha…” Hou Shaolong chuckled. “Don’t listen to Mr. Haining hype me up. I’m just a corner-store guy. Nothing special.” Everyone laughed. Hou had indeed started with a small shop, then grew step by step into the largest processed food supplier in the state capital. Every supermarket, mom‑and‑pop shop, hotel—pretty much all the distribution channels—get their food from Hou. Food is about everyday life; it’s what regular folks deal with most. So even if Hou’s business looks like small snacks, the items are small but the business is anything but. Hou is the real deal—his status in the state capital isn’t below Haining’s. The Hai family does heavy industry—sounds fancy and high-end—but in terms of name recognition, Hou is more of a household name. Hou spoke politely as he consulted Jayce about his condition. Since they were old friends, Jayce didn’t turn him down. “What’s bothering you, Mr. Hou?” Hou glanced around and said, “Mr. Howe, can we talk in private?” They moved to a quiet corner and sat. Hou’s cheeks flushed. He sighed. “Mr. Howe, it’s… hard to say. It’s that kind of problem…” Jayce nodded. From Hou’s embarrassment, it was clearly a men’s health issue. “No worries. Just say it.” Truth is, men’s health problems aren’t different from other illnesses. The only difference is how well the patient cooperates. If a patient has a cold or fever, he just tells you what hurts. But with men’s issues, he might struggle to describe it, or feel too ashamed. Not a problem for Jayce—even if the patient can’t explain, he can read it through the pulse. Hou said, “Well… I’m not great in that area. Too fast…” Jayce smiled. “Mr. Hou, are you setting the bar too high for yourself?” Plenty of men think they’re terrible in bed mainly because they’ve watched island flicks and assume that’s average. It’s not. Those actors are at the top of the game, often boosted by meds. Not the same as regular folks. Hou sighed helplessly. “Mr. Howe, I’m really not asking for the moon. I’m way too fast. Please take a look.” Hou fit the type who found it hard to talk—he stated the issue in a few words and didn’t want to go deeper. Even with a male doctor, the details stuck in his throat. Jayce smiled. “Alright, let me take your pulse first.” If the patient can’t say it, Jayce will just check himself. After a moment of pulse reading, Jayce had the answer. “Nothing major, Mr. Hou. Relax.” Hou let out a breath. He’d been superstitious about this and didn’t dare go to a modern medicine hospital openly. He’d feared it was some tough, complicated illness. Hearing Jayce say it wasn’t a big deal calmed him down. “Mr. Howe, so how should I treat it?” Jayce said, “Honestly, you don’t need treatment. No drugs. Food will do.” “In modern medicine terms, you’re just lacking trace elements—zinc.” “Zinc?” Hou blinked, confused. “Yep. Zinc is crucial for male function. You need to get your zinc up.” “People say oysters boost performance. There’s some truth there—the zinc content is high. And I’m guessing you don’t like foods that are rich in zinc, right?” Hou nodded. “Oysters and stuff—I don’t touch them.” Jayce said, “Right. I’ll jot down a few veggies. Eat more of those. And I’ll add a few botanical medicine items—steep them in water and drink. Your body will improve a lot.” “If you want to level up in that department, I can give you a plan.” Boosting male performance comes down to routine adjustments, diet tweaks—basically the same idea as traditional wellness. Hou was thrilled and nodded fast. He had wealth and power now; what he wanted most was a solid body. Meeting someone like Mr. Howe made him genuinely happy. Jayce wrote out some food pairings and a few fitness moves. Hou treated it like treasure and stuffed the paper close to his chest. “Mr. Howe, thank you so much. Just a little token—please accept it!” He pulled out a bank card and handed it to Jayce, thanking him again and again. Jayce didn’t refuse. They weren’t close—getting paid for a consult is normal. Hou’s card looked fancy, with a bold “Hou” in brush calligraphy on it—clearly a custom family card. If a bank custom-makes cards for a family, you know that family’s got clout. There was probably a lot of money on it. Jayce didn’t ask. He just took it. Hai Yaoyao chatted with Chen Yuan for a bit and learned she had an unusual bond with Jayce, then warmly asked about her family. “The Chen family, right? Got it. Don’t worry, Miss Chen. I’ll tell my people to look out for them.” Chen Yuan froze, then hurried to thank her. She never expected it—she, the most overlooked one in the Chen family, had just become their lucky star.