As she spoke the last few words, her voice trembled with tears.

Xiao Qingyin put the two children down, got up and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen."

Zuo Miaomiao sniffed: "Mmm!"

Xiao Qingyin then went with her to the Zuo residence.

When the Imperial Censor Zuo saw that Zuo Miaomiao had actually brought her here, he looked ashamed: "I told her there was no need to find a doctor, but this child just wouldn't believe me."

Xiao Qingyin chuckled: "She's just concerned about you."

"She's worrying unnecessarily."

The Left Censor chuckled angrily.

"How could I not know my own body? I've read medical books, and everything matches up."

Xiao Qingyin laughed upon hearing this: "Do you know what disease our doctors get most often?"

The Left Censor shook his head.

"It's paranoia."

Xiao Qingyin replied.

"When I was studying medicine, I would suspect that I had every new disease I learned about. After becoming a doctor, whenever I felt unwell, I would think of a whole bunch of incurable diseases. I was paranoid all the time and felt like I didn't have many days left to live."

Left Censor: "..."

Isn't this another version of me in this world?

"So, it's unreliable to rely on medical books to diagnose illnesses. You can't assume you're sick just because you read a book."

The Left Censor blushed with embarrassment at what he was being told.

“I don’t believe everything I read in books. Miaomiao’s grandparents died of liver disease, and liver disease can be hereditary, right?”

Xiao Qingyin shook her head: "Not all liver diseases are contagious; it depends on the cause. Palmar erythema is not unique to liver disease. Just because your parents are sick and you have palmar erythema doesn't mean you have liver disease."

A glimmer of hope ignited in the heart of the Left Censor.

"Then can you help me figure out what's wrong with me?"