Chapter 2935

2735 I just came to see you, for one last look.

Zheng Ren had been observing the old man's performance; his expression was somewhat indifferent, his hearing had declined. But when he saw Su Yun speaking, he directly raised his voice; probably he had this hearing problem since the time he underwent lung cancer resection surgery.

In these few minutes of meeting, the old man kept unconsciously scratching his body with his hands, quite forcefully; Zheng Ren could even faintly see blood streaks on his fingernails.

Parasitic delusional disorder is a relatively uncommon psychiatric condition; patients firmly believe they are infected with parasites. This condition is a psychiatric disorder, and patients often visit dermatology clinics.

This time, it just so happened that the patient was an old patient of Su Yun's, so they came straight to the door.

Parasitic delusional disorder can usually be diagnosed based solely on medical history; like the old man in front of us, Zheng Ren could make a definitive diagnosis just from the family's account of the history.

However, a detailed dermatological examination must be conducted to rule out actual parasitic infection or other skin diseases.

To determine whether a patient has parasitic delusional disorder, it is important to confirm that, aside from the mistaken belief of being infected with parasites, the patient has no other thought disorders, and the delusion is not secondary to other physical or mental illnesses.

Treating this disease can be said to be difficult or easy. The biggest difficulty in treating parasitic delusional disorder is persuading the patient to take medication, which is the first step toward successful treatment.

Because the patient themselves already have a persecutory delusion or similar emotion, persuading them to take medicine can be said to be quite difficult.

Lao Han, your luck is really good." Su Yun said with a smile, "We haven't seen each other in a while; do you know what I've been up to?"

Su Yun sat down beside the old man and chatted with a smile. Zheng Ren, however, knew he was about to start giving the patient a psychological placebo—an old trick, not surprising.

This kind of work requires the patient's utmost trust, just like when I was in Hai Cheng treating patients this way—the effect would be limited. But with Director Pan, a stern face, a quick scolding, and then pushing a tube of glucose, and it's done.

Director Pan's whole demeanor carries the aura of an old doctor, a miraculous healer. Not to mention patients—even Zheng Ren Gang rarely questions his diagnosis when he goes there.

This is called presence—an ability built up over many years of experience.

As for me and Su Yun in this regard… no, that's wrong—Su Yun, that guy, is always successful when talking to female patients. But it seems he can't just say anything casually; Chang Yue cares a lot about this.

After all, who let Su Yun wander among flowers—he's clearly a pro at attracting bees and butterflies.

Zheng Ren's mind wandered, seeing the old man's eyes somewhat cloudy, his gaze dim as he looked at Su Yun, he grabbed his hand and anxiously said, "Little Su, I'm afraid I won't make it this time—I didn't come to see you for treatment; I came just to see you face to face. We really see each other less and less."

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense. Your body is sturdier than mine, and we've known each other for a long time." Su Yun said with a smile.

"I can feel the worms crawling around inside my body. I've thought about it, even looked up information online—if my body were full of worms… Little Su, how am I supposed to live?" The old man said, worried and grimacing.

He was earnest and glum; regardless of whether others believed him, at least he truly believed his body was full of worms.

"Lao Han, we haven't seen each other in years—maybe we should say we're fated to meet." Su Yun didn't continue explaining that the patient's body had no worms at all; instead, he gently patted the old man's hand while holding it, offering comfort, and said softly, "I've done something big these past two years."

"I've always said you're the type to do big things!" The old man perked up a bit, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Come on, tell me what you've done."

"The Nobel Prize—I won it not long ago… together with my Boss." Su Yun was somewhat Strange, how could the old man not know about such a big deal?

But this matter isn't about eating or drinking; compared to having worms in one's body, which is more important goes without saying.

"Ah!" The old man instinctively gripped Su Yun's hand tightly, "Little Su, amazing, amazing!"

His aged, cloudy voice held a touch of surprise; one could see the old man was genuinely happy for Su Yun.

"Our research topic is treating the condition of having worms in the body, plus an effective drug." Su Yun smiled, "Otherwise, how could we say we're fated to meet?"

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun with a faint smile; he was using the Nobel Prize as authority for psychological suggestion. And for ordinary people, this is undoubtedly effective.

"Really good, really good." The old man's eyes quickly lost their sparkle, leaving only the same cloudy gaze of Anxiety.

"Coincidentally, the department has medicine; I'll give you a shot." Su Yun smiled, "Then go home and properly take oral medicine for two weeks and you'll be fine."

"Xiao Su, ah, you wouldn't be trying to fool me, would you?" The old man remained unmoved, sighed and said, "You're a smart child, the smartest I've ever seen in my life. I'm not so old as to be senile; are you thinking of just giving me some medicine as a placebo?"

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"This old man really knows his stuff!" Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"Many patients, after falling ill, come to understand countless situations and information related to the disease. Some are useful, many are not. But the saying 'long illness makes a good doctor' holds true; this old man likely already knows all that information."

"But his lung cancer has been cured; I never expected him to use that whole set of things on parasitic delusion."

Zheng Ren sighed, "Now it's troublesome." This is a trick; once exposed, it's no fun.

Convincing the patient to take medicine has gone from A-rank difficulty straight up to S-rank.

Su Yun initially brought out a Nobel Prize winner as a big weapon, but didn't expect the old man to not acknowledge it at all.

"You see what you're saying..."

"Xiao Su, you're in clinical work, not pharmacological research." The old man has his own logic: "You winning the Nobel Prize brings glory to the country; I'm happy for you from the bottom of my heart. But you winning the Nobel Prize definitely isn't for parasitic disease. You haven't seen it—I don't even dare eat the chickens I raise now, not even the eggs, for fear of worsening the condition."

The cunning Su Yun, like a fox, momentarily didn't know what to say.

"I reckon this old Bone of mine can't hold up; the kid said to come see you for a check-up, so I thought I'd come take a look." The old man said, tears of turbid streaming down his eyes: "We share a fate; A Few Years Ago I was in the ICU, you worked hard. These extra years I've lived are basically thanks to you."

The atmosphere in the office was somewhat oppressive.

"I'm just about to leave, I heard you came back from your hometown, I came to see you for one last look." The old man repeated again.