Doctor of Healing

Chapter 584 Unreliable Young Man

First diagnosis - bowel obstruction.

After a professional explained it, Director Fan looked at the piece of paper again and felt that it was a little more sacred, and it was no longer a ghost drawing.

But even with a professional explanation, Director Fan still couldn't understand what was written on it.Even if he looked for the three words intestinal obstruction according to the above, he found nothing in the end.

Fan Dao turned on the recording on his mobile phone and played the "differential diagnosis" explained to him by his friend, while comparing the words on the wrinkled A4 paper, he recalled Lin Jiuze's actions.

Lin Jiuze first wrote down the differential diagnosis on paper, and then looked up at the patient.

The first diagnosis was wrong, that is to say, both the deputy director of the emergency department and Mr. Miao believed that the diagnosis of "intestinal obstruction" was wrong.

So Lin Jiu bowed his head and wrote another diagnosis.

After writing, he looked up at the patient.

Did Lin Jiu have any expressions and movements during this time?Director Fan thought in a daze.

Director Fan had no choice but to ask the camera team to withdraw first.

Contrast, recall, until the last diagnosis on the A4 paper - superior mesenteric artery embolism, Lin Jiu glanced at the patient, seemed very satisfied, directly stopped the deputy director of the emergency department and firmly asked the patient to do a 64-slice CT first Blood vessel.

"..."

Lin Jiuze told a weird but off-topic "story", but Director Fan seemed to know nothing about it, and followed Lin Jiuze's train of thought.

"Doctor Lin, I found something strange."

After half an hour, Director Fan had no choice but to smile bitterly.

Director Fan immediately focused on Lin Jiuze, not daring to be careless at all.

This, isn't it just right!
Even though he thought so, Director Fan still called Lin Jiuze very cautiously.

Director Fan thought about it alone for a long time, and finally heaved a deep sigh.

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

All these unreasonable things caused Fan Dao to have endless doubts.

Fan Dao had accidentally entered the picture outlined by Lin Jiuze, and shuddered involuntarily.

However, Director Fan immediately grinned, and Lin Jiu met the needs of the show except that he was always ignored.

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

Director Fan had just constructed the picture Lin Jiuze was talking about in his mind, when he suddenly realized that although his eyes were looking at him, this person was no longer in his mind.

Even old people may not know this kind of feudal superstition-like story.

Supernatural powers were very popular in China in the 80s, leaving countless legends behind.

"I was in a hurry to say goodbye to my little friend's house and send me the paper airplane I made by myself. In addition, I was lost and lost a little time, so I continued to find my way in a perfunctory sentence."

Kind person, these four words do not match the scene and related legends described by Lin Jiuze at all.

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

"Doctor Lin, do you have special abilities?" Director Fan uttered a word full of imprints of the times.

After Lin Jiuze finished speaking, he didn't hesitate, got up and left.

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

Fan Dao restrained the emotions in his heart, and began to confide his own opinions.

After thinking for a long time, Director Fan found that his impression of Lin Jiuze was very vague, and he only remembered that he didn't seem to be a threat.For the rest, Fan Dao's memory faded with the passage of time.

Seeing the camera team preparing for the show, Lin Jiu smiled slightly, "Director Fan, do you want to record the show so late? It seems that the hotel is not included in the scope of the recording."

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

"I haven't seen him since then."

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

But soon he found that he couldn't recall the situation at all.

Lin Jiuze's expression didn't change at all, which made Director Fan a little disappointed.

Director Fan was puzzled.

That strong sense of dislocation lingered all over Fan Dao's body, making him unable to extricate himself.

As he spoke, he took out the A4 paper that Lin Jiuze had kneaded and unfolded, and spread it on the table.

Really special.

Lin Jiuze sat down with a smile, ordered a glass of ice cream, looked at Fan Dao and asked, "What do you want me to do so late?"

"Okay, I'll go back to rest after I finish speaking, and see you again, Director Fan."

It turns out that Lin Jiu was right!

Director Fan can only roughly remember the process at that time. If he is asked to recall the details in depth, he will not be able to do it at all.

Director Fan didn't hide it either. After all, time was limited, and going back and forth and probing would only delay the production of the program.

"Hehe." Lin Jiu smiled, "I went to the United States with my parents when I was a child. On the morning before I left, there was a heavy fog in my hometown. I wanted to say goodbye to my friends, so I groped my way in the fog. "

He picked up his cell phone and called Lin Jiuze again.

Why it came out like this? !

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

How did he find out it was wrong?

It was like entering a dream.

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

Lin Jiuze was still as tired and lazy, as if he hadn’t noticed the change in Director Fan, and continued to preach, “The fog that day was so heavy, how can I say that I can’t see my fingers. I can walk on the streets where I grew up with my eyes closed.” , but I got lost that day."

"Doctor Lin, just do some daily recording."

Damn, I was actually cheated by a young man.

"The middle-aged man in yellow was a little unhappy, and stopped me from asking, just a few words, please just say a word." Lin Jiuze said, "I'm soft-hearted, and he seems to be in a hurry. Say I see you as a kind person."

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

What Lin Jiu said was weird and full of the atmosphere of the times, and most young people now don't know about it.

Director Fan stared at Lin Jiuze "hardly", not daring to move his eyes at all, for fear that he would forget Lin Jiuze's existence if he moved slightly.

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

"Doctor Lin, you are a doctor, and you study natural sciences, how can you be casual... that kind of strange things are not allowed in China."

"Oh, Director Fan, you are still thinking about it." Lin Jiuze smiled brightly, "This is when I came out of the bar in Sanlitun last year. I saw weasels around the trash can. A friend of mine told me about it. I even fed the weasels. I ordered some biscuits, Director Fan, you must often go to Sanlitun, remember to feed some biscuits when you see it."

Director Fan's eyes darkened, and a mouthful of old blood was almost spurted out.

Today's young people have a spectrum.

(End of this chapter)