Chapter 726: Zhang Fei Embroidering

Ji Xiang turned his head.

In the crowd, He was sitting on the ground.

Ji Xiang's temper flared up instantly; he didn't know which drunkard it was, but they had actually laid hands on He from the Internal Medicine Department!

He hurried over; He's old bones were already fragile, so he hoped they hadn't been broken.

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

Moreover, the people originally gathered at the entrance of the Emergency Observation Room were receding as quickly as a tide, as if He were covered in filth.

Ji Xiang sensed that something was wrong.

Given the nature of the locals, if they encountered any excitement, they would surely surround it three layers deep, and you couldn't drive them away. But now, everyone was actually consciously avoiding the spectacle.

Running a few steps to He's side, Ji Xiang reached out to pull Doctor He up from the ground.

Yet He did not reach out; he stared blankly into the Observation Room, his pupils constricted to pinpoints.

Ji Xiang frowned and turned his head, shocked to see a burly man sitting on the hospital bed, wearing a strange smile, his mouth seemingly humming some little tune.

The weirdest thing was—his hands were empty, yet he was moving them in front of him as if he were embroidering.

Damn it!

Ji Xiang was also stunned.

So he had guessed wrong!

Watching the burly man sitting on the hospital bed, with an indescribably strange smile on his face while "embroidering," Ji Xiang was also dumbfounded.

No wonder He had sat down on the ground; it turned out he had been scared.

The burly man had nothing in his hands, but he would occasionally smooth out an invisible thread and then embroider something.

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

This!

After seeing the patient perform a thread-smoothing motion, Ji Xiang turned back, pulled He up, and prepared to stride into the ward.

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

The burly man's bizarre behavior had already scared He out of his wits.

He didn't have the guts to go in.

But He was an experienced doctor after all; in his panic, he still remembered that Ji Xiang was wearing casual clothes and that there would be problems if he went to examine the patient, so he reminded him.

Ji Xiang frowned and stared at the patient, hesitated for a moment, and did not enter the System Operating Room, but went to change his clothes instead.

The patient didn't look like he was sick, but rather like he was possessed by something evil, as in legends.

Shen Lang loved this kind of thing the most.

Although Ji Xiang didn't believe it, he still wanted to see the Medical Record first to grasp more information. After going to the System Operating Room, it would be easier to report to the system NPC.

Hearing the noise outside, Meng Qingfei walked out; seeing Ji Xiang trot over, he fished out his keys and tossed them to Ji Xiang.

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

Was this the legendary Zhang Fei embroidering?

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

Ji Xiang noticed that the Family Member was not present, which meant the patient's condition was not severe when he was brought in.

But why was a burly man sitting on the bed embroidering?

Was it said to be a neurological symptom?

It didn't look like it.

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

The burly man before them was in a different state; he was humming a little tune, and one could vaguely hear it was—The wind is light, the moon is bright~

His movements were also precise, at least that was how it appeared.

Rather than a neurological symptom, it looked more like he had been possessed by something unclean.

If it were in the past, Ji Xiang might have thought so, after all, he had never heard of such a strange thing as Zhang Fei embroidering.

But the gossipy nature of Shen Lang within the Empathy had already "led Ji Xiang astray," and now Ji Xiang was quite interested in similar situations.

With no fear or panic in his heart, Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes to observe the patient.

"The patient has a fever; he was clear-headed and articulate when he arrived, I... I..."

He briefly described the patient's condition, stammering and not knowing how to continue.

"Fever? A persistent high fever?" Meng Qingfei called for the Nurse to bring a thermometer gun, then reached out to feel the patient's pulse.

The patient was concentrating on "embroidering," and when Meng Qingfei's hand reached over, he jerked suddenly.

With a "slap," his hand struck the back of Meng Qingfei's hand.

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

The patient's eyes were full of bloodshot veins, bright red, which was very frightening.

Ji Xiang even felt as if blood were about to drip from the patient's eyes.

What was going on?

High blood pressure? Or conjunctival congestion caused by a body temperature that was too high?

Countless possibilities floated through Ji Xiang's mind.

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

"Nothing else," He said, standing at the door in a position where he could escape at any time, trembling, "The blood count is also fine, the white blood cells are not very high, there is a little anemia, and the neutrophils are high."

Meng Qingfei pondered.

Ji Xiang took the thermometer gun from the Nurse's hand and measured the patient's forehead temperature.

High fever!

As long as he did not come into contact with the Patient, he would not resist, but instead focus on "embroidering."

He did not even pay attention to the group of people standing around him, only concerning himself with threading the needle.

Meng Qingfei was speechless, watching as the Patient seemed to lick a non-existent thread with his tongue and then smooth it out with his fingers.

It seemed all these years of clinical experience were useless; Meng Qingfei racked his brains but could not figure out what exactly was going on with the Patient.

Febrile convulsion—it shouldn't be that.

Generally, febrile convulsions are more common in children, mainly manifesting as sudden generalized or localized muscle clonic and tonic twitching, accompanied by strabismus, fixed gaze, upward rolling of the eyes, and impaired consciousness.

No book mentions a Patient sitting on a bed embroidering.

This person is certainly "startled," but he is the one startling others, with no sign of a convulsion.

"He, is there really no other medical history?"

"None at all."

Meng Qingfei let out a deep breath, "Where is the Family Member?"

Although he was younger than the Doctor from the Internal Medicine Department, whenever they encountered a difficult problem, the Doctor would subconsciously treat Meng Qingfei as a superior physician, taking whatever he said as the orders of a superior.

"I'll go contact them. Damn it, how did they just disappear the moment I turned my head?" He cursed in a low voice.

Although he looked unhappy, He ran faster than a rabbit, disappearing in a flash.

Meng Qingfei had been struck by the Patient, yet he did not find anyone to forcibly hold the Patient down for an intramuscular or intravenous injection of diazepam.

He simply stood quietly beside the hospital bed, watching over the Patient to prevent any sudden outbursts.

After a few minutes, He stood at the doorway and said, "The Family Member is outside burning paper, they'll be back immediately."

"Burning paper?!" Meng Qingfei was stunned.

He from Internal Medicine gave a bitter smile, "I don't know why either, maybe it's an anniversary of a death?"

"……"

Ji Xiang sensed something strange.

Even if it were the death anniversary of a family member, one shouldn't be burning paper right after dropping off a Patient.

How big must the Family Member's heart be to just dump the person here?

There must be something fishy!