Healing Doctor

Chapter 725 Zhang Fei Embroidering Flowers

Ji Xiang turned around.

Old He sat on the ground in the crowd.

Ji Xiang's temper flared up instantly. He wondered which drunkard had dared to lay a hand on Old He from the internal medicine department!

He rushed over, worried that Old He's bones were already broken and he shouldn't be hurt any more.

However, after observing the whole way, Ji Xiang did not see anyone pointing at Lao He's nose, cursing him, or punching and kicking him.

Moreover, the people who had been crowding the entrance to the emergency observation room quickly disappeared like a receding tide, as if Old He were covered in excrement.

Ji Xiang realized that something was wrong.

Given the usual behavior of Chinese people, when something exciting happens, they'll definitely crowd around it in layers, and you can't chase them away. But now, everyone is surprisingly refraining from going to watch the excitement.

Ji Xiang ran a few steps to Lao He's side and reached out to pull Dr. He up from the ground.

However, Lao He did not extend his hand. He stared blankly into the observation room, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

Ji Xiang frowned, turned around, and was shocked to see a burly man sitting on the hospital bed with a strange smile, seemingly humming a little tune.

The strangest thing was that his hands were empty, but they moved around in front of him as if he were embroidering.

I am!

Ji Xiang was also stunned.

I was wrong!

Ji Xiang was stunned to see the burly man sitting on the hospital bed, "embroidering" with an inexplicable strange smile on his face.

No wonder Lao He plopped down on the ground; he was terrified.

The burly man had nothing in his hands, but he kept straightening nonexistent threads and embroidering something.

His hands moved up and down as if he were extremely skilled at embroidery.

This!

After seeing the patient straighten the thread, Ji Xiang turned around, pulled Lao He up, and strode into the ward.

"Xiao Ji, you haven't changed your clothes yet," Old He reminded him, trembling.

The burly man's strange behavior had already terrified Lao He.

He didn't have the guts to go in.

But Old He was an experienced doctor after all. In his panic, he remembered that Ji Xiang was in civilian clothes and might have a problem if he went to check on the patient, so he reminded him.

Ji Xiang frowned and stared at the patient. After hesitating for a moment, he did not enter the operating room but went to change his clothes.

The patient didn't look sick, but rather like someone possessed by a demon.

Shen Lang loved this kind of thing the most.

Although Ji Xiang didn't believe it, he still wanted to look at the medical records himself to get more information. He also wanted to be able to report to the system NPC after going to the system's operating room.

Hearing the noise outside, Meng Qingfei came out and saw Ji Xiang running over. He took out his keys and tossed them to Ji Xiang.

After changing his clothes, Ji Xiang came out, and Meng Qingfei was already standing by the patient's bedside, resting his chin on his hand and watching the burly man "embroidering".

Is this the legendary Zhang Fei embroidering?

"Old He, what's the patient's condition?" Meng Qingfei asked.

Ji Xiang noticed that the patient's family members were not present, which meant that the patient's condition was not serious when they were brought in.

But why would a burly man be sitting on the bed embroidering?

Are they describing neurological symptoms?

It doesn't look like it.

Generally speaking, neurological symptoms include tremors, spasms, etc., making it impossible to perform fine work.

The burly man before them, however, was quite different. He was humming a little tune, which could be faintly heard as—"The wind is gentle, the moon is bright."

The movements are also refined, at least they appear to be.

Rather than being a neurological symptom, it's more like being possessed by something dirty.

In the past, Ji Xiang might have thought so, since he had never heard of such a strange thing as Zhang Fei embroidering.

Shen Lang's gossipy nature, which he felt was so empathetic, had already led Ji Xiang astray, and now Ji Xiang was quite interested in similar situations.

Without fear or panic, Ji Xiang squinted as he observed the patient.

"The patient had a fever, but was alert and articulate when they arrived. I...I..."

Old He briefly described the patient's condition, then stammered, unsure how to continue.

"Fever? High fever that won't go down?" Meng Qingfei called the nurse over to get the thermometer, and then reached out to feel the patient's pulse.

The patient was concentrating on "embroidery" when Meng Qingfei reached out his hand, and he suddenly pulled it away.

With a "smack," his hand struck Meng Qingfei's hand.

Meng Qingfei looked at the patient, and Ji Xiang also looked at the patient.

The patient's eyes were bloodshot and red, which was quite frightening.

Ji Xiang even felt that the patient's eyes were about to bleed.

What's going on?

Is it high blood pressure? Or is it conjunctival congestion caused by high body temperature?

Countless possibilities flooded Ji Xiang's mind.

"Besides the high fever, is there anything else?" Meng Qingfei asked simply.

"That's it." Old He stood at the door, in a spot where he could escape at any moment, and said tremblingly, "The blood count is okay, the white blood cell count isn't very high, there's a slight anemia, and the neutrophil count is high."

Meng Qingfei pondered.

Ji Xiang took the thermometer from the nurse and checked the patient's forehead temperature.

39.2 degrees Celsius.

High fever!

He wouldn't resist as long as he didn't come into contact with the patient, but would concentrate on "embroidery".

He didn't even pay attention to the group of people standing around him; he was only focused on threading the needle.

Meng Qingfei remained silent, watching as the patient seemed to lick a non-existent line with his tongue and then smooth it out with his fingers.

All his years of clinical experience seemed to be of little use. Meng Qingfei racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what the patient's condition was.

It's probably not febrile seizures.

Febrile seizures are more common in children and are mainly characterized by sudden onset of clonic and tonic jerking of the whole body or local muscles, accompanied by strabismus, staring, upward gaze, and impaired consciousness.

No book describes a patient sitting on their bed embroidering.

This person was indeed surprised, but unlike others, they did not experience a seizure.

"Old He, are you sure there's no other medical history?"

"No."

Meng Qingfei let out a deep breath. "Where are the patient's family members?"

Although he was younger than the internist, when faced with difficult problems, the internist subconsciously treated Meng Qingfei as a senior doctor, and regarded whatever he said as the senior doctor's medical advice.

"I'll go contact them, damn it, how come they've disappeared in the blink of an eye?" Old He cursed under his breath.

Although he looked unhappy, Lao He ran faster than a rabbit and disappeared in a flash.

Meng Qingfei was hit by the patient, but he didn't ask anyone to forcibly hold the patient down and instead gave him an intramuscular or intravenous injection of diazepam.

He simply stood quietly beside the bed, watching over the patient to prevent the patient from going berserk.

A few minutes later, Lao He stood at the door and said, "The patient's family is burning paper money outside; they'll be back soon."

"Burning paper money?!" Meng Qingfei was taken aback.

Internal medicine specialist Lao He gave a wry smile, "I don't know why either, maybe it's the anniversary of his death?"

"..."

Ji Xiang sensed something was off.

Even on the anniversary of a family member's death, you shouldn't burn paper money as soon as the patient is brought in.

How big must a patient's family be to abandon them?

There's definitely something fishy going on!

(End of this chapter)