Chapter 63: Which Department Should I Register For for Obesity?

Could it be...

Even this series of disappearances has changed in this life?

Yu Dazhang stared at them, unwilling to accept it.

Soon, the two people at the gate got into a car, appearing ready to leave.

"Are we following?" Lu Zhongxin asked.

Yu Dazhang gritted his teeth:

"Follow!"

There is a saying: Since we're already here.

Unless he confirmed it finally, Yu Dazhang would not give up.

Lu Zhongxin immediately started the car, and after the vehicle at the gate left, quickly followed it.

Neither spoke on the road; Yu Dazhang didn't know what he was thinking, while Lu Zhongxin focused on driving.

The car ahead wasn't moving fast and drove very steadily, appearing unaware that a car was following behind.

Twenty minutes later, they followed all the way to an underground parking lot of a shopping mall.

Seeing the man and woman in the car ahead open the doors and get out, Lu Zhongxin asked:

"Continue following?"

"Wait a little longer." Yu Dazhang stared tightly at Liu Wenfu after he got out of the car:

"Just wait in the car."

One minute later.

Liu Wenfu and that young woman entered the mall, disappearing from the master and disciple's line of sight.

Yu Dazhang sighed:

"Let's go back."

There was no point in following further; the culprit certainly wouldn't make a move inside the mall.

First, the crowd was too dense, making escape difficult.

Second, the surveillance facilities inside the mall were very complete, making exposure easy.

Plus, security personnel patrolled inside the mall; if surrounded and blocked, there would be no need for security to act, as the police would arrive at the scene very quickly.

Based on Yu Dazhang's understanding of the serial disappearance case, the culprit would absolutely not put themselves in unnecessary danger.

If they were truly that stupid, the case would have been solved in the previous life.

On the way back, Lu Zhongxin gave him a thorough scolding.

"Look at you, usually seeming quite sharp, how could you believe such unreliable intel?"

"Master, I..."

"It had to be dragged away; if you had used even a little brain, you wouldn't have fallen for this."

"Sigh, actually..."

"Didn't they say two culprits would act? How come I didn't see so much as a hair?"

"Well, it's possible that..."

"If you're so unreliable again, I'll kick you!"

"..."

Yu Dazhang's mind was very chaotic now.

It wasn't from being scolded by his master, but because he now couldn't tell if the culprit not appearing was a good thing or a bad thing.

The culprit didn't appear, and Liu Wenfu didn't disappear; logically, this should be a good thing.

But the more this happened, the more he worried, feeling something was wrong.

It was like someone clearly standing ahead, he reached out to grab them, but the moment he touched them, the other person vanished.

This feeling made him very anxious.

It seemed someone was playing with him in some unseen way, and he could only be led by the nose by that person.

Back at the station.

Yu Dazhang was like someone who had lost his soul, doing everything absentmindedly.

His mind kept thinking about exactly where things went wrong.

So much so that he simply couldn't concentrate on his work.

At noon, he asked for leave from the station.

Wei Qian saw him looking Burdened with worries, asked a few concerned questions, and Yu Dazhang only said his body felt a bit unwell and he needed to go to the hospital for a checkup.

After saying hello to his master again, he hurriedly left the criminal investigation team.

Coming out, he stood by the roadside looking blankly at the surroundings, suddenly feeling very strange here.

When consecutive events exceed one's scope of understanding, that sense of powerlessness can make a person collapse; Yu Dazhang was exactly like this at that moment.

He definitely made no mistake on his side; during the stakeout at the residential compound gate, neither he nor his master got out of the car.

Moreover, they arrived right on time, so it was impossible for the culprit to suspect them.

Why didn't they make a move?

Or perhaps, in this life, there simply was no serial disappearance case?

No. The frame-up case happened; the case details were exactly the same as in the previous life.

This was enough to prove the rebirth was fine; the problem still lay with himself.

Yu Dazhang stood by the roadside for a while, and in the end, he really went to the hospital.

First, to register for a medical checkup and have an explanation for the station.

Second, he planned to consult a professional doctor.

Besides eating, what other reason could make a person balloon up like this in nine months?

Since there was definitely a problem, he would start by examining himself.

Arriving at the hospital, he stood before the registration window and suddenly thought of something.

Is there an obesity department?

Never heard of one.

Walking over to the triage desk, Yu Dazhang asked, a little awkwardly:

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"Um, looking at my situation, which department should I register with?"

A young woman in a nurse's uniform glanced up at him and asked:

"Where does it hurt?"

"Look at my build," Yu Dazhang prompted.

Without the slightest hesitation, the nurse said directly:

"Endocrinology."

After queuing to register, he went upstairs to the department and continued waiting in line.

Yu Dazhang looked at the crowd queued along the corridor waiting to be called, and could not help sighing inwardly.

He could not tell whether it was because there were more people, or more sick people — nowadays, even getting to see a doctor was hard.

Roughly forty minutes later, his turn finally came.

"Symptoms?" the doctor asked, raising his eyes.

"Fat," Yu Dazhang answered honestly.

The doctor was still somewhat patient, and continued asking:

"I can see that. I'm asking where you feel unwell."

"Nowhere feels unwell," Yu Dazhang thought for a moment and said:

"I'm just fat."

Came to the wrong place, didn't he… The doctor forcibly restrained the urge to chase him out, and tried another approach:

"The hospital doesn't have diet pills. Are you here to lose weight?"

"No," Yu Dazhang saw that the doctor had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained:

"I came to consult — roughly how long would it take a person to gain a hundred and seventy jin?"

That question stumped the doctor.

He had only ever heard people ask about losing weight; being asked about gaining weight was a first.

Besides, look at the state of you — what more weight do you want to gain? Gain any more and you'll be fat to death.

He really didn't want to answer, but the patient had paid to register and waited so long; not answering didn't seem quite right either.

So the doctor deliberated for a moment before slowly saying:

"If it's healthy weight gain, a hundred and seventy jin would take about three to four years, and that still depends on the patient's constitution. If it's an easy-to-lose-weight constitution with weak gastrointestinal function, then there's no telling how long."

Yu Dazhang carefully mulled over his words.

In his previous life he had never been fat, so he should fall into that easy-to-lose-weight constitution the doctor mentioned.

In that case, he now knew how to phrase the question.

"What about unhealthy weight gain?"

What is he trying to do… The doctor felt like chasing him out.

The questions were getting more and more outrageous — surely his family didn't raise pigs, and he came to the hospital to find a doctor for some unorthodox method?

"I don't understand what you mean."

The doctor's patience had reached its limit; his tone was cold and distant, as if he would chase this tiresome patient away at any moment.

"Physician, look at me," Yu Dazhang quickly offered an explanation:

"Last May I was only a little over a hundred and thirty jin, and this year I'm like this. The thing is, I've also lost my memory."

Hearing this, the doctor's expression immediately grew heavy and solemn:

"You want to know the reason you gained so much weight in such a short time?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it," Yu Dazhang nodded hurriedly.

"Let's run a few tests first." The doctor picked up a pen, swiftly scribbled two lines on the registration slip, and handed it to him:

"The specifics will depend on the test results, but there's one thing I can give you a definite answer on right now."

"Your kind of obesity definitely wasn't caused by eating."

(End of this chapter)