The boy hesitated, then unmuted his microphone. His voice was a bit hoarse. “How did you know I have frequent upper abdominal pain?”
[Whoa! The streamer really got it right!]
[Gotta follow her, that was incredible!]
Rosalind tapped her fingers on the table, her voice calm. “We’re schoolmates. We both learned the basics of observation. One look is all it takes.”
The boy was still hesitant. “So, my illness…”
Rosalind’s tone was professional. “It’s not stomach cancer, but I recommend getting it treated early. Eat less takeout and more easily digestible foods. Also, don’t let your studies compromise your health.”
If the audience was just there for the drama before, now, nearly everyone in the stream was stunned.
The boy’s friend messaged him: “Dude, what’s going on? Is what the last-place girl said true? Are you really sick?”
The boy didn’t reply. He had roped in his roommate just to watch Rosalind fail.
But now, he felt a bit ashamed. “Thank you, miss. I’ll go get it treated today.”
Rosalind’s attitude was natural. “You’re welcome. Please follow Veritas Medical.”
[Veritas Medical? Does the streamer run a clinic in real life?]
[It actually exists! I just searched it, and it’s not far from me!]
The boy glanced at Rosalind one last time before saying, “I’ll never speak ill of you at school again,” and ended the call.
Before anyone could react, a system notification popped up.
[NoFailGrind has lit up the streamer's supporter badge.]
[Whoa! He really sent a gift! Looks like this streamer has some real skills!]
[I don’t know, it feels too good to be true. It might be scripted.]
Rosalind was unaware of the platform’s interest in her. She simply proceeded in order and opened the video feed for the second person who had successfully connected.
The right side of the screen lit up, first showing a small hand and a thin arm, as if adjusting the phone’s height. Finally, the full picture came into view. It was a young girl, maybe elementary school age, with long hair and a somewhat vacant stare.
[Why is there a kid in here?]
[Is she even 8 years old?]
The girl could see the comments. Her voice was polite. “I just turned 6. I want to ask, what do I do if it hurts down there?”
At her words, a sudden chill went through the viewers in the stream.
Rosalind’s fingers paused, and she lifted her gaze slightly.
The girl didn’t realize the gravity of her words. “I’m using my mommy’s phone. She’s still sleeping, so I can’t talk for too long, but it hurts a lot, and I’m bleeding.”

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