Healing Doctor

Chapter 584 Unreliable Young People

The first diagnosis was intestinal obstruction.

After the professional explained it, Director Fan looked at the paper again and it seemed to have become a little more sacred, no longer just scribbles.

Even with explanations from professionals, Director Fan still couldn't understand what was written on it. Even when he looked for the words "intestinal obstruction," he found nothing.

Director Fan turned on his phone to record the audio, playing the explanation of "differential diagnosis" that his friend had given him, while comparing it with the words on the wrinkled A4 paper, recalling Lin Jiuze's actions.

Lin Jiu first wrote down the differential diagnosis on a piece of paper, then looked up at the patient.

The first diagnosis was wrong; that is, the diagnosis of "intestinal obstruction," which the deputy director of the emergency department and General Manager Miao both considered to be self-evident, was incorrect.

So Lin Jiu lowered his head and wrote down another diagnosis.

After he finished writing, he looked up at the patient.

What expressions and actions did Lin Jiu make during this time? Director Fan wondered, still somewhat dazed.

But he soon discovered that he could not recall the situation at all.

Director Fan can only roughly remember the process at the time; if asked to recall the details in depth, he is completely unable to do so.

Why is this happening?!

Director Fan was puzzled.

Comparing and recalling, until the last diagnosis on the A4 paper—the appearance of superior mesenteric artery embolism—Lin Jiu glanced at the patient, seemed quite satisfied, and directly stopped the deputy director of the emergency department, firmly insisting that the patient first undergo a 64-slice CT scan to check the blood vessels.

As it turns out, Lin Jiu was right!

All these illogical points left Director Fan with endless doubts.

After thinking for a long time, Director Fan realized that his impression of Lin Jiuze was very vague; he only remembered that Lin Jiuze didn't seem to pose any threat. As for the rest, Director Fan's memory faded over time.

However, time was short. Director Fan remembered that Lin Jiu wrote down the differential diagnosis and looked up at the patient.

How did he realize something was wrong?

Director Fan pondered alone for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

Seriously damn good.

However, Director Fan immediately grinned, and Lin Jiu, apart from always being ignored, met all the requirements of the show.

Lu Gang always said that he couldn't find any young man who could stand up to Ji Xiang in the ring.

Isn't this just perfect?

Despite thinking this way, Director Fan still cautiously made a phone call to Lin Jiuze.

On the phone, Director Fan politely said that he wanted to visit Lin Jiuze.

After agreeing to meet at the coffee shop on the first floor of the hotel, Director Fan led the film crew straight to the hotel.

When the time came, Lin Jiu appeared at the coffee shop dressed in casual clothes.

Seeing the camera crew with their long lenses and microphones ready, Lin Jiu smiled slightly and said, "Director Fan, are you still recording a program so late? It seems that the hotel is not a place for recording."

This was already a polite refusal. Director Fan stared intently at Lin Jiuze, not daring to move his gaze even slightly, for fear that he would forget Lin Jiuze's existence if he moved even slightly.

"Dr. Lin, it's just doing some routine recordings."

"Daily life? You, Director Fan, don't exist in daily life."

Director Fan had no choice but to have the camera crew leave.

Lin Jiu smiled and sat down, ordered an iced drink, and looked at Director Fan, asking, "What brings you here so late?"

Director Fan didn't try to hide anything, after all, time was limited, and back-and-forth probing would only delay the production of the program.

"Dr. Lin, I've noticed something strange."

As he spoke, he took out the A4 paper that Lin Jiu had crumpled up and then unfolded, and spread it on the table.

Lin Jiuze's expression remained unchanged, which disappointed Director Fan.

Director Fan suppressed his emotions and began to fully express his views.

"Dr. Lin, do you have special abilities?" Director Fan uttered a phrase that was full of the marks of the times.

Special abilities were incredibly popular in China during the 1980s, leaving behind countless legends.

"Hehe." Lin Jiu chuckled. "When I was a child, I went to America with my parents. On the morning of the day we left, a thick fog rolled in at my hometown. I had to say goodbye to my friends, so I groped my way through the fog."

Just as Director Fan was beginning to visualize the scene Lin Jiu had described, he suddenly realized that although his eyes were on him, the person was no longer in his mind.

It felt like entering a dream.

Director Fan immediately focused his attention on Lin Jiuze, not daring to be careless for a moment.

Lin Jiu remained as lazy as ever, seemingly oblivious to Director Fan's change, and continued, "The fog that day was really thick. How should I put it, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I can walk around the streets I grew up in with my eyes closed, but I got lost that day."

"To put it simply, it's just like a scene from Silent Hill."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in yellow clothes appeared in front of me. He stopped me and asked, "Little friend, what do I look like to you?"

"Uh..." Director Fan was taken aback.

Lin Jiu's story was strange and outlandish, and full of the atmosphere of that era; most young people today don't know about it.

Even older people might not know about such feudal and superstitious stories.

"I was in a hurry to say goodbye to my friend and give her the paper airplane she folded herself. Plus, I got lost and wasted some time, so I just gave her a perfunctory reply and said I would keep looking for the way."

Director Fan had unwittingly entered the scene depicted by Lin Jiuze and involuntarily shivered.

"The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt seemed a bit unhappy and stopped me again, asking, 'It's just a matter of saying one sentence, please say it.'" Lin Jiu said, "I'm soft-hearted, and seeing that he seemed very anxious, I said, 'I think you seem like a kind person.'"

"..."

The phrase "kind person" doesn't fit at all with the scene Lin Jiuze described earlier or the related legends.

That intense sense of disorientation enveloped Director Fan, leaving him unable to extricate himself.

"At this point, the fog cleared up a bit, and I saw that he was wearing an old yellow military uniform. We chatted for a while, and then he took me to a friend's house and then took me home."

"I haven't seen him since then."

Lin Jiuze told a bizarre and outlandish "story," but Director Fan seemed completely unaware of it and followed Lin Jiuze's train of thought.

"Alright, I'm done talking. I'm going back to rest now. Goodbye, Director Fan."

After finishing his sentence, Lin Jiu didn't waste any more time and got up to leave.

Half an hour passed before Director Fan finally managed a helpless, bitter smile.

Damn it, I actually got scammed by a young man.

He picked up his phone and dialed Lin Jiuze's number again.

"Dr. Lin, you are a doctor who studies natural sciences, how can you just casually talk about... those kinds of supernatural and bizarre things are not allowed to be discussed in China."

"Oh, Director Fan, you're still thinking about it?" Lin Jiu laughed heartily. "Last year, when I came out of a bar in Sanlitun, I saw weasels all around the trash cans. A friend of mine told me about it. I even fed the weasels some biscuits. Director Fan, you must go to Sanlitun often, remember to feed them some biscuits when you see them."

Director Fan's vision went black, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Young people these days seem unreliable.

(End of this chapter)