Chapter 727: High Fever of Unknown Origin

"He, is there nothing else special about the medical history?" Meng Qingfei asked again.

"..." Internal Medicine Doctor He kept scratching his head.

He also knew that his own inquiry into the medical history was definitely insufficient.

But in the Emergency Department, there were so many patients; if he asked every patient about their medical history in detail, he would have his head cracked open by angry Family Members that very night.

He also knew that Meng Qingfei was just anxious.

Who wouldn't find it strange to see a burly man sitting on a bed doing embroidery?

He didn't even dare to enter the room, thinking that a Surgeon would have more guts.

Meng Qingfei and Ji Xiang stood in the ward, with the strange scene of Zhang Fei doing embroidery right beside them; this image was bizarre to the core.

After more than ten minutes, a middle-aged woman hurried back.

After entering the room and seeing the burly man's eerie state, she was also startled, but she gathered her courage and called out twice; seeing that the Patient ignored her, she fished a lighter out of her pocket.

Meng Qingfei watched her actions without stopping her.

The woman held a piece of yellow spirit money in her hand, which seemed to have something written on it, and burned it right there in the ward.

This...

He wanted to stop her, but the words reached his lips and he immediately swallowed them back.

He was just unlucky today, encountering such a bizarre matter while on duty.

It is better to avoid trouble than to invite it; being able to live safely until tomorrow morning when his shift ends is the greatest of fortunes.

The Family Member hadn't done anything intolerable; if she wanted to burn some paper, let her burn it—what if it actually worked?

"Are you the Patient's Family Member?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"Doctor, I'm his wife." The woman looked distressed; although she was afraid, her eyes were full of worry, and she did not leave.

"Come with me, I have a few things to ask you." Meng Qingfei glanced over, "He, keep an eye on the Patient, don't let him fall off the bed."

"Oh."

Meng Qingfei brought the Family Member to the corridor and, without entering the Consultation Room, began to ask about the medical history.

The number of patients piled up at the doors of the Internal Medicine and Surgery Consultation Rooms was immense, but either having seen or heard that something had happened in the observation room, and seeing the doctors' anxiety, they all held back and did not urge them.

Meng Qingfei asked the woman a few things, and the woman did not hide anything, telling Meng Qingfei exactly what had happened from start to finish.

24 days ago, the couple went to Nanyang for a trip, and at the instigation of a tour guide there, they sought a talisman at a temple.

It was said to be consecrated and could ensure safety and financial luck.

In short, whatever ordinary people liked, it could ensure it.

The talisman was golden and shiny, with Nanyang characters carved on it; no one knew exactly what was written.

On the last night of the trip, they had free time.

The man went to eat barbecue and drink Elephant beer on the beach with other men on the trip, while a group of women dragged someone who understood the local language to go shopping.

It was supposed to be a perfect trip, but the incident still happened.

The man drank too much, swayed around saying he was going to buy more beer, and ended up vomiting uncontrollably in a nearby forest.

After others discovered it and searched for a long time, they found him lying in the forest.

His valuables were all gone, but he was physically fine.

This could be considered losing wealth to avoid disaster; the matter didn't amount to much up to that point.

On the way back to the country, the couple suddenly talked about whether they would be blamed for losing the talisman they had sought.

Coupled with the fact that the woman liked watching horror movies, especially various supernatural films, all sorts of messy information converged, and she reached a conclusion—there might be a problem.

But they were both normal people; although they reached this conclusion, it didn't mean much—at most they would feel uneasy for a while and forget about it in a few days.

However!

Just as they had put the matter out of their minds, a strange thing happened 1 day ago!

The man suddenly felt inexplicably cold, and covering himself with several quilts was useless.

At home, he covered himself with a quilt, turned on the electric heater, and held a hot water bottle, yet he still shivered like a sieve.

After the chills, a high fever was inevitable.

A few hours later, he started running a fever; the first test was 38.2 degrees Celsius, and an hour later, the second test reached 40.5 degrees Celsius.

The woman immediately took him to a hospital near their home for treatment, where they said it was the flu and gave him antiviral drugs plus Antibiotics and hormones, etc.

After the medication, the situation did not ease, and his body temperature remained at a high level.

If it had stopped there, it could only be called a high fever of unknown origin, and coming to a higher-level hospital for symptomatic treatment would have been enough.

But that night, whether the man was delirious from the fever or for some other reason, he stared into mid-air with a strange smile on his face, reaching out and constantly counting money.

The doctor at that hospital was scared half to death seeing this scene and directly communicated with the woman, telling her to take the Patient to a higher-level hospital for treatment.

The woman had just gone out to burn some paper money to see if she could send away the "lonely ghosts and wild spirits."

Ji Xiang was speechless; was this using domestic methods to solve Nanyang's dirty things? It seemed a bit off-track.

But the woman's side of things wasn't over yet; although the man stopped counting money, he acted as if he were possessed, humming a little tune while sitting on the bed and starting to "do embroidery."

The woman was terrified, but she had no other choice and could only keep begging Meng Qingfei to help her solve the problem.

The questions were asked and clarified, but after knowing the ins and outs, Meng Qingfei was also completely bewildered.

Having been in Clinical practice for so many years, he had seen many patients with persistent high fever, and there were also those who talked nonsense while delirious; Meng Qingfei had even seen patients with spasms and convulsions from fever.

But a persistent high fever, counting money on the bed...

He had never seen it.

A persistent high fever, sitting on the bed doing embroidery—he had only just seen that.

These two things were actually the same person.

Meng Qingfei kept scratching his head.

Years of Clinical experience were completely useless; his mind was a blank, and he had no idea what kind of illness the Patient actually had.

Telling the Family Member to hurry and take care of the Patient, Meng Qingfei could only say some perfunctory words to stall and soothe the Family Member's emotions.

"Xiao Ji, what do you think?" Meng Qingfei asked while sending off the Family Member and dealing with the backlog of patients in the Surgery Department.

"No thoughts, I don't know either." Ji Xiang prepared to save 20 minutes for himself; if that didn't work, he would go to the System Operating Room.

The Patient's vital signs were stable and there was no danger to life, it was just that they looked very strange.

Ji Xiang was even wondering what Shen Lang and Zhou Jiaoshou would say or do if they were here.

Meng Qingfei sighed.

The two of them spent half an hour finishing the treatment of all the patients, and Meng Qingfei let out a long breath, "Xiao Ji, have you ever seen an exorcism?"

Ji Xiang had just seen one.

But he didn't say it, "Meng Laoshi, I haven't."

"What I find most strange is that while they are jumping around, they are muttering something; if they don't talk, they can't keep jumping." Meng Qingfei slumped in his chair, "Also, it seems like they have to chant incantations when casting spells in zombie movies; Harry Potter, they have to speak to use magic too."

"Tell me, is this a common point? Why is it all so long-winded? Why can't they just get straight to it?"

Meng Qingfei was saying all sorts of messy things, looking as if he were recalling the scene of the Family Member muttering while burning paper in the ward, but Ji Xiang knew he must be pondering what illness the Patient actually had.