"Xiao Jian."
"Sister-in-law?"
Wang Jian put down his medical book and turned around to see his sister-in-law, Xu Qian, standing behind him. "What is it?"
He flipped the book face down, concealing the title on the cover: *Practical Internal Medicine*...
"It's time to eat." Xu Qian smiled. "It's just the two of us today. I only made two dishes, but it should be enough."
"Oh? What did you make?" Wang Jian immediately stood and followed Xu Qian toward the living room. Before they had even arrived, he caught a familiar aroma. He quickly stopped her and guessed eagerly, "Wait, don't tell me. I can smell it! There's shredded pork with green peppers... what's the other dish?"
"You have a sharp nose," Xu Qian nodded, untying her apron as she walked. "Do all Chinese medicine practitioners need a sense of smell as good as yours?"
"Not necessarily," Wang Jian explained. "Plenty of doctors have rhinitis. But if you *can* smell, some illnesses can be diagnosed by scent alone."
