Chapter 2380: with translation of chapter title

2385.2299 immediate wind?

Yang Lixin, 27, after graduating with a master's degree, stayed in Di Du to work at a well-known company.

Although he basically works 996 every day, he is very happy.

For him, life is almost smooth sailing, and the future is bright.

As long as he works hard, buying a house and car in Di Du in the future can be expected; it seems that as long as he works hard, all his needs can be met.

This is the life Yang Lixin wants, carving out a new world with his own hands.

Aside from occasional headaches that require painkillers during busy work periods, his life has no flaws.

Not only his career, he also has a girlfriend he adores.

After a project ended, Yang Lixin received praise from his superior; he should have the opportunity to travel abroad by year-end.

He was happy; although he usually doesn't drink, he still bought a bottle of wine to celebrate with his girlfriend.

After a night of passion, when he woke up the next morning, Yang Lixin found he had drooled a lot onto his pillow.

How embarrassing.

Seeing his girlfriend still sleeping soundly beside him, he hurried to clean up. He doesn't usually snore, grind his teeth, or drool while sleeping—what's going on?

He carefully got up, feeling a slight numbness in his face. Perhaps last night's intense activity made him sleep so deeply that his face went numb; looking at his peacefully sleeping girlfriend, he smiled happily.

But when he smiled, he felt his smile seemed off; his facial muscles twitched, as if drool was flowing again.

Yang Lixin tiptoed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

The left corner of his mouth was slightly askew, quite noticeable. Yang Lixin's heart skipped a beat; the first thing that came to mind wasn't fear, but a saying from his hometown when he was a child.

immediate wind...

In his hometown, there was a man who had this disease; reportedly, when he was carried out, he was naked, and the villagers, men and women, old and young, talked about it for years.

This time it was even more embarrassing; Yang Lixin immediately sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom and went online to look for an explanation.

He needed a reason to prove he wasn't suffering from "immediate wind." The childhood shadow was huge—about the size of a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment—enveloping him entirely.

Not long after, he found a diagnosis—peripheral facial palsy, also called facial nerve paralysis.

This condition is also known as "crooked mouth" or "dangling thread wind," characterized mainly by dysfunction of the facial expression muscles.

It is said to be a common and frequent disease, not limited by age. Typical symptoms include drooping of the mouth and eye; patients often cannot even perform basic actions like raising eyebrows, closing eyes, or puffing cheeks.

After looking at many pictures, Yang Lixin felt he had this disease.

Not having "immediate wind," he breathed a sigh of relief. He quietly got dressed, went downstairs, found a pharmacy, and bought the medication as suggested online.

After taking the medication for three days, his slightly askew mouth corner noticeably improved. He relaxed, feeling relieved that it wasn't "immediate wind."

After a few more days, he fully recovered; he had originally planned to try acupuncture, but now there was no need.

Yang Lixin wasn't worried about having any other illness; his workplace's annual physical showed no hypertension or diabetes, he was young, didn't smoke or drink, and aside from occasional overtime, late nights, and headaches, he had no bad habits.

It couldn't be a serious illness; Yang Lixin had his own judgment.

After that, whenever he was intimate with his girlfriend, he would feel annoyed and first check that the windows were tightly closed.

Although it killed the mood, he thought it was necessary.

Over the past few months, there has been no recurrence of "immediate wind," and Yang Lixin gradually forgot about the incident.

Only his girlfriend occasionally reminded him to go to the hospital to check whether it was a stroke or something similar. But Yang Lixin paid no heed; he was still under thirty, had no bad habits, so how could he have a stroke?

In recent days, Di Du's temperature fluctuated greatly, and Yang Lixin caught a cold. Moreover, a major project at his company had begun, in which he played an important role, forcing him to tough it out and work late nights.

He had no complaints; once in society, life shed its former gentleness and began to show its ferocious side.

In other words, the foreplay is over!

All of this is something he must endure; harder times will come after marriage and having children.

Another all-nighter; after finishing the morning meeting and delegating work, Yang Lixin prepared to find a place to rest.

His nose was congested, full of thick mucus.

He found a secluded spot, took off his mask, and used tissues to clear the excess nasal discharge.

The worst part of a cold is nasal congestion, which makes one dizzy and light-headed.

Yang Lixin blew his nose hard, and suddenly felt a buzz in his head, with stars flashing before his eyes.

He tried to hold onto the sink, but his right hand felt alien, with no strength, and he collapsed, his head striking the washbasin.

Just then a coworker came into the restroom, saw that Yang Lixin seemed off, and immediately helped him up.

"Little Yang, what's wrong?" the coworker asked anxiously.

"Mmm-mmm..." Yang Lixin wanted to speak, but what came out was slurred speech.

Not only the coworker, but he himself was startled.

"What's happening to me? Although his head felt like it would split, he knew something was wrong!"

He strained to reach out, seeking help.

The coworker quickly dialed the Emergency Rescue Service phone and sent him to the Emergency Department of 912 Hospital.

……

Zhou Litao was chatting in Zhibanshi with Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

Now Boss Zheng is getting busier and busier, his visits to the Emergency Department are becoming rarer, and Zhou Litao cherishes such opportunities.

Outside, a nurse loudly called Manager Zhou; Zhou Litao knew it was an emergency case, so he immediately stood up and apologetically said, "I'll go attend to it."

"Go on, go on." Su Yun waved her hand, "We're going to get busy too."

"What are we going to do?"

This weekend we need to go to Flying Knife in Feng County; they've sent another case—a tumor in the pancreatic head with invasion of the superior mesenteric vein, likely requiring a pancreaticoduodenectomy.

"Have the images been sent over?"

As they walked out, Zheng Ren asked Su Yun.

"It should be soon, go back and take a look." Su Yun said.

He left the Zhibanshi, Zhou Litao quickly jogged to the Emergency Resuscitation Room, and the 120 doctor gave him the medical history.

Zheng Ren vaguely heard a few words, 27 years old… Doubt cerebral infarction…

This is too early, right? And it's summer now, cerebral infarction hasn't reached its peak season. Such a young cerebral infarction patient, probably someone who smokes and drinks, has all the vices.

Who knows.

Because Doubt is cerebral infarction, Zheng Ren didn't think much.

Passing by the Emergency Resuscitation Room, he glanced inside.

In the crowd, the System Panel was blood-red, so glaring. Zheng Ren took a look, and indeed it was cerebral infarction, so he directly left the Emergency Department.

But the next second, his steps suddenly stopped.

No, there's still a diagnosis below!