Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

I am Liu Rui, and I have a twin sister. Actually, we are the same age, but I was born a few seconds before her, so I became her brother.

However, many times I feel like I’m not a brother. When we were kids, she grew taller than me, and in many things, she accommodated and complied with me. I didn’t like to talk, so she would tell me all the things that happened at school. Even though they were all little things, none of them were funny, yet I didn’t know why everything seemed so interesting in her eyes.

To be honest, I really liked the way she chirped non-stop behind me, even though I barely paid her any attention. You might think I’m sick, and sometimes I think so too, but over time, I’ve accepted being this way.

Maybe I’m just too dull. Later, Sisi stopped telling me about what happened at school. I wanted to ask her why she stopped, but I was just too lazy. Whenever I thought about having to say such a long sentence, I felt exhausted.

There was a time when I didn’t want to speak at all. I felt that talking was the most exhausting thing in the world, even more than solving math problems. My grandpa thought there was a problem with my vocal organs and took me to several hospitals just to confirm I was normal. It seemed he forgot that he himself was a doctor; he could tell if I had a problem just by looking at me. He had so much confidence in his medical skill, yet he didn’t trust his judgment regarding me.

Later, to avoid all sorts of tests at the hospital, I had to start talking. Only then did my grandpa believe that I simply didn’t want to speak.

Later, a very young aunt came to our home, spending every day talking to me and telling me stories, but I wasn’t happy at all—I only found it annoying. Once, by chance, I overheard my grandpa’s conversation with the aunt: "From these days of observation, I think Ruirui has no problems—he’s physically and mentally normal. The only reason this happened is that he doesn’t want to speak; perhaps he finds talking boring."

After hearing what the aunt said, I rushed into my grandpa’s room and said the longest sentence I’d spoken in a long time: "Grandpa, I’ve told you I have no problems; I just don’t want to talk. Don’t make me see various doctors anymore."

My grandpa looked at me in disbelief, as if he’d seen a monster. He paused for a while before coming to his senses and said, "Ruirui, I won’t make you do tests anymore, as long as you say a few words to me every day, just as long as you’re okay. I’ve been so worried that I couldn’t even eat."

So, to ease my grandpa’s worries, I tried to act normal and said what needed to be said. Later, I discovered that as long as my grades at school were excellent, my grandpa wouldn’t control me so strictly.

Although I don’t like studying or taking exams, I still went for exams, each time bringing home transcripts that never had scores lower than ninety-five. When he saw the transcripts, my grandpa didn’t interfere much with things like me skipping classes.