Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 189: Lovesickness

Jiang Jingshi was confused. “High dopamine levels?”

The doctor explained seriously, “If dopamine levels are imbalanced, it can lead to neurological dysfunction. But to be sure, we need to run some tests.”

He brought over some medical equipment and instructed the nurse to attach the sensors to Jiang Qian’s body while she lay on the bed for monitoring. Sitting beside her, the doctor looked over a record sheet and asked,

“Recently, the person who spends the most time with Second Miss is Miss Xiaomeng, correct?”

Fang Meng nodded. “Yes, I basically know everything about Qianqian.”

The doctor pondered for a moment. “Alright, I’ll ask Second Miss some questions. If anything is incorrect, you can supplement the information. Just make sure to be honest.”

Both women nodded.

The doctor asked, “Second Miss, have you ever experienced similar heart discomfort before? Is today the first time? Has your heart always been stable?”

Lying on the bed, Jiang Qian shook her head. “Actually, it’s happened a few times before, but never as intense as today. It usually disappears quickly.”

Observing the monitor, the doctor asked, “Oh? Can you recall when those instances occurred? Take your time and describe them in detail.”

Jiang Qian thought for a moment. “The most recent time was when a boy in our class liked a girl.”

The doctor continued to monitor the readings, noticing no significant fluctuations.

Jiang Qian continued, “Then… that boy went to our class monitor for advice on confessing. I overheard their conversation and shared my opinion, but the monitor disagreed with me...” She briefly recounted what happened that day.

Jiang Jingshi listened attentively, while Fang Meng was surprised to learn about this incident.

After finishing, the doctor noted something and asked, “What about the time before that?”

Jiang Qian recalled, “The last time I felt uncomfortable was when I had an argument with Xiaomeng. I wasn’t sleeping well for a few days, waking up in the middle of the night, and I felt mentally exhausted. Could that be the reason?”

The doctor observed the monitor, saw no unusual fluctuations, and shook his head. “Unlikely. Keep going.”

Then, Jiang Qian thought of Lin Zhengran, and her heart started racing. “After the argument, I asked our class monitor for advice, and he told me it would be best to talk things out with Xiaomeng directly.”

“The class monitor again? You seem to be quite close to him.”

Jiang Qian hesitated. “We’re just… alright.”

The doctor carefully observed the monitor’s data. Jiang Jingshi couldn’t understand the medical readings, but Fang Meng noticed something—every time Qianqian mentioned Lin Zhengran, her heart rate and certain readings spiked.

The doctor had also picked up on this pattern. He gestured for everyone else to step outside.

Jiang Jingshi and Xiaomeng left the room, leaving only the doctor, the nurse, and Jiang Qian.

Setting down the record sheet, the doctor asked, “Alright, let’s not talk about the past for now. What’s your class monitor’s name?”

Jiang Qian looked at the doctor, recalling her dream from the previous night. Her fingers clenched slightly. “Lin Zhengran.”

“What’s your relationship with him?”

“Classmates… friends.”

“Second Miss, do you like him?”

Jiang Qian’s face instantly flushed, her eyes filled with confusion. The monitor’s numbers suddenly started beeping rapidly.

“What does this have to do with my condition?”

The doctor remained serious. “Do you like him?”

Jiang Qian lowered her gaze and hesitated. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it…”

The doctor and the nurse exchanged a few whispered words before the nurse asked cautiously, “Miss Jiang Qian, I’m going to describe a few scenarios. Please close your eyes and imagine them.”

Jiang Qian shut her eyes but found it impossible to relax. Her fists remained tightly clenched.

The nurse said, “Imagine it’s early morning in an empty park, and you’re taking a quiet walk alone with Mr. Lin Zhengran. Can you picture it?”

The doctor muted the monitor’s sound while observing the data.

Jiang Qian nodded. “Yes, I can imagine it.”

The nurse continued, “Now, imagine he tells you he likes you. Then the two of you hold hands, embrace each other… and share a passionate kiss.”

The nurse paused for about thirty seconds between each statement. Jiang Qian’s brow furrowed, her heart growing more and more uncomfortable. One hand slowly grasped at the fabric over her chest as her heartbeat quickened.

The doctor signaled the nurse.

The nurse suddenly switched the scenario. “Alright, now relax. This time, imagine that instead of Lin Zhengran, there’s a bright blue sky, and you’re with Miss Xiaomeng and your sister.”

“Mm.” Jiang Qian instantly calmed down.

Then the nurse said, “You’re having a picnic with your family. Suddenly, your phone rings—it’s Lin Zhengran. He tells you he’s breaking up with you. He says he hates you, doesn’t like you anymore, and never wants to see you again.”

As Jiang Qian imagined this scenario, her eyes snapped open.

The doctor and nurse were stunned.

Jiang Qian frowned and turned to them. “What does any of this have to do with my condition? Why are you making me imagine these things?”

The doctor asked, “Is your heart still hurting? I understand that what we just described might have stirred some emotions, but is your heart still uncomfortable?”

Jiang Qian blinked, placed a hand over her chest, and, to her surprise, shook her head. “It doesn’t feel as bad anymore. It’s much better.”

The doctor then asked, “When the nurse said the last sentence, you couldn’t fully picture that scene, could you?”

Jiang Qian coldly nodded. “I stopped halfway. I couldn’t keep imagining it. That kind of thing would never happen.”

Nurse: “…..”

The doctor jotted something down and said, “Alright, Second Miss, you can sit up now. I know the cause.”

He gestured for the nurse to remove the sensors. As she did, she chuckled before leaving the room.

Jiang Qian sat up. “You figured it out? What illness is it?”

The doctor smiled at first but then explained seriously,

“Well, Second Miss, your nervous system is slightly different from that of an average person. Your emotional sensitivity is relatively low, meaning you don’t experience extreme sadness or joy as intensely as others. However, in contrast, your focus and concentration are exceptionally high. It’s a rather unique condition.”

Jiang Qian nodded.

The doctor continued, “But due to certain special circumstances, you’ve fixated too much on one particular matter, which has excessively influenced your emotional perception, causing physical discomfort. That’s the reason.”

Jiang Qian was puzzled. “I don’t quite understand. Is it serious?”

The doctor sighed. “To put it simply… you’re lovesick.”

“…Huh?” Jiang Qian looked utterly baffled. “Lovesick? Me?”

She pointed at herself.

The doctor clarified, “I don’t mean this as a metaphor. It’s literal. Based on the data, your recent focus on Mr. Lin Zhengran has been exceptionally high. Normally, people in love balance their thoughts—half on their partner and half on other things. But you? You’re at a nine-to-one ratio, with almost no mental rest.

“I’d bet that every night, your dreams revolve around him. You probably had a particularly happy dream last night, which is why your condition worsened today.”

Jiang Qian didn’t know how to respond. Her face was completely red.

The doctor asked, “Are you two about to be together? Or are you separating?”

Jiang Qian stammered, “S-Separating… Our aspirations are different…”

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The doctor nodded. “That explains it. This situation is the biggest trigger. Given your condition, my advice is to rest, relax, and try to distract yourself. Of course, the best cure would be to see him more often. In simple terms, you’re missing him so much it’s making you physically ill.”

Jiang Qian pursed her lips, her face burning as she clenched her fists.

She wanted to dig a hole and disappear.