Chapter 1292: with translation of chapter title

1254 Self-strangling oneself, this is a kind of disease (Alliance Leader ibanker extra chapter 1)

"Is it possessed?" Chang Yue spoke with a hint of disdain, but after saying just that sentence, she realized her attitude was somewhat prejudiced and somewhat impolite, and she stopped.

"Yeah." The patient's daughter didn't mind, instead gave a bitter smile, then said: "Five years ago, my father had a stroke and took medicine for a period. The effect wasn't bad, but later, during training in the rehabilitation ward, something strange happened."

The office was quiet, it was a bright afternoon, but the patient's daughter's speech carried a faint gloomy tone, and Chang Yue suddenly felt a bit cold.

She glanced, stood up, and sat beside Zheng Ren.

Chief Zheng has strong yang energy; even if there are some uncanny things, with him around there's nothing to worry about—Chang Yue thought so instinctively.

"One night, I was staying with my father in the rehabilitation ward." The patient's daughter recalled slowly, "In the middle of the night, I heard a creaking sound from the bed, like teeth grinding. I didn't pay attention, just thought my father was asleep."

"But not long after, his breathing changed. I felt my father was struggling to inhale, but couldn't catch that breath."

Chang Yue carefully moved a bit closer to Zheng Ren.

"At that time I was terrified, thinking his condition had worsened." The patient's daughter said: "But when I turned on the light, I saw my father's hand, which couldn't move well due to the stroke, gripping his own neck. He used force, purpling his neck. His face flushed red, and he could die at any moment."

Chang Yue was stunned; looking at the patient's relative's appearance, she was sure she wasn't lying.

But the more this was the case, the scarier it became.

In a daze, Chang Yue seemed to be brought to that gloomy, terrifying night. The patient lay on the bed, a hand that couldn't move well seemed to have been reinfused with energy, desperately trying to strangle himself…

To strangle himself.

Um… This scene is utterly bizarre. In an instant, Chang Yue felt the outside sunlight seemed to dim considerably, and the whole office was gloomy and eerie.

The evil entity attached to the patient seemed to be wandering nearby, gloomy and terrifying. It wasn't there, yet it was everywhere.

Liu Zewei frowned, his eyelids twitching continuously. His hands clenched his pants, his nail beds pale.

"After turning on the light, it seemed that thing was gone." The patient's daughter now recalled, still feeling afraid, her face pale, somewhat helpless.

"Then what?" Chang Yue asked immediately.

The more afraid she was, the more she wanted to know what had actually happened.

People are all the same. Otherwise why would horror films sell so well? Otherwise why would tomb-raiding and ghost novels sell so well?

"I hurried to call someone… I was scared inside." The patient's daughter shrank into her chair, as if saying that would give her a bit of security.

"I called doctors and nurses, and they were also scared. Later I heard from a little nurse that someone had died in this room." The patient's daughter said softly.

After saying that, she timidly looked around, as if a ghost were following her nearby.

Zheng Ren laughed.

Which hospital bed hasn't had someone die on it? Aside from a few rare departments, almost every department has seen countless deaths.

There are many patients in palliative care, emergency critical care, and those who cannot be rescued.

Back when at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, it was said that the thoracic department had a chair; late-stage lung cancer patients couldn't lie down, and many sat on that chair until multi-organ failure killed them.

Doctors aren't afraid, but nurses never dare to sit on that chair.

"Then what?" Chang Yue broke Zheng Ren's reverie and continued to ask.

"Later I found a few people to try to break it, but it had no effect." The patient's daughter said: "However, my father's 'hand' seems interested only in his own neck, wanting to strangle himself, and does us no harm."

"One person said it was because when my father was young he injured a cultivated immortal, leaving a divine thought on his body. So…" The more she spoke, the more afraid she became, her body beginning to tremble involuntarily.

Chang Yue's big eyes grew even larger; already big-eyed, she now looked like a cartoon character.

Who knows if such big eyes could see a wider field of view. In an instant, Zheng Ren zoned out again.

"Then I thought about tying up his hand—can't have someone watching him 24/7." The patient's daughter continued, "Later, whenever my father was alone, we tied his hand, and such incidents didn't happen again."

Chang Yue clenched her hands tightly; it was obvious she was frightened.

"Doctor, I'm not abusing my father, really not." The patient's daughter said, feeling wronged.

"It's fine, I understand." Zheng Ren laughed: "These years, you've worked hard."

A kind word warms three springs; the patient's daughter looked at Zheng Ren with tear-filled eyes.

"Go back now, we have no taboos, you don't need to worry. Treating illness and saving lives is all the same." Zheng Ren laughed.

The patient's daughter thanked repeatedly, then finally left the office.

"Chief Zheng…"

"Boss Zheng…"

Chang Yue and Liu Zewei said together.

"Oh, it's fine." Zheng Ren still said with a chuckle: "It's not a haunting; they're highly educated people, why would they still think that?"

"Newton and Einstein in the end…" Chang Yue muttered softly.

Zheng Ren felt that Chang Yue and Su Yun, after being together a long time, were increasingly showing a tendency to argue.

"Boss Zheng, what disease does the patient have?" Liu Zewei's face also looked a bit grim; thinking that the patient constantly tries to strangle himself makes it hard not to think of that.

"The 1964 film Dr. Strangelove directed by Stanley Kubrick, have you seen it?" Zheng Ren didn't answer Liu Zewei's question, but threw out a new question.

"Doctor Strange?" Chang Yue asked, blinking her big eyes.

"No, it's Dr. Strangelove." Zheng Ren looked at their expressions and knew they hadn't seen it. Besides, it's an old 1964 film; few have seen it.

"Dr. Strangelove has this condition, often uncontrollably raising his right hand in a salute; thus this disease, besides being called alien hand syndrome, is also called Dr. Strangelove syndrome."

"Alien hand syndrome?" Liu Zewei seemed to have a vague impression, but try as he might, he couldn't recall it.

"Alien hand syndrome is an uncommon neurological disorder where the patient's hand seems controlled by another person. Causes include split brain, brain surgery, cerebrovascular disease, or infectious disease." Zheng Ren said: "Reports indicate that cerebral infarction is a major triggering factor. However, exactly which part of the brain, when damaged, leads to alien hand syndrome remains unclear."

"Well…" Chang Yue wondered, hesitated a moment, then asked: "Why didn't you explain clearly to the patient's family?"