White armor

Chapter 483: Coprophilia
Everyone pricked up their ears.

"Are you okay? Why are you retching?" Luo Hao stared at Zhuang Yan and asked her in confusion.

Hu~~~
I’m not pregnant. That’s good.

Director Shen was outspoken and sighed, "Uncle Junior, you are too serious."

"Xiao Zhuang just feels uncomfortable. It's normal for a girl."

Luo Hao glared at Director Shen seriously, then turned his head and continued to look at Zhuang Yan. An idea came into Luo Hao's mind, but it was so vague that he couldn't catch it.

But Luo Hao was very clear that the root of the problem lay with Zhuang Yan.

Nausea, retching, not pregnant, no happy pulse, what is it?
Acute gastroenteritis? Or is there something wrong with the brain, nausea caused by high intracranial pressure?
The AI-assisted diagnosis was thorough and confirmed that Zhuang Yan was not sick.

Luo Hao looked at Zhuang Yan seriously, and his brain CPU almost smoked.

Anything related to Wen Youren seemed to have an evil quality. It had been a long time since Luo Hao encountered something that couldn't be solved by AI-assisted diagnosis and Union Medical College medical records database.

Zhuang Yan felt a little guilty when Luo Hao looked at her.

"Xiao Zhuang, why are you retching?" Luo Hao tried to make his words gentle.

"Professor Luo, Xiaozhuang's health is ..." Professor Lei wanted to help Zhuang Yan out, but before he could finish his sentence, Luo Hao scolded in a deep voice, "Shut up!"

Professor Lei's hand trembled.

"Xiao Zhuang, why are you retching?" Luo Hao frowned and looked at Zhuang Yan and asked again.

Everyone was confused. Wasn't Luo Hao treating Wen Youren's son? Why did he shift his focus to Zhuang Yan?

This is for Dean Zhuang to see, to express concern for Zhuang Yan!

Professor Lei thought of this instantly.

But he felt a little contempt in his heart. Professor Luo was still young and acted too much. His concern made people feel uncomfortable.

The spring breeze and rain are the best, leaving no trace but being everywhere.

But Professor Luo became stern, as if he was interrogating a criminal. Wasn't this counterproductive? So, Luo Hao is still young, Professor Lei thought.

"Senior brother, don't look at me like that. It's scary." Zhuang Yan said embarrassedly.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Luo Hao realized that he was a little anxious, smiled slightly, and became gentle again, "I just felt that I had thought of something, but I couldn't grasp that thought."

"I understand... Senior Brother, I felt sick because I suddenly remembered that I was poisoned by paraquat." Zhuang Yan said embarrassedly.

Those memories were from Zhuang Yan's past that she couldn't bear to look back on. She felt uncomfortable all over whenever she thought about them, and she felt nauseous even when she just mentioned them.

"???"

"???"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Is there a link between paraquat poisoning and lung infection?
Luo Hao was suddenly stunned, and then his eyes lit up, "Was there a drink on the patient's bedside table just now?"

"Uh~~~"

No one noticed this, not even Zhuang Yan.

"I'll go take a look. You guys wait here." Luo Hao stood up.

Zhuang Yan also felt embarrassed and followed Luo Hao to apologize, "Brother, I'm sorry."

"Don't go." Luo Hao said.

Zhuang Yan was stunned, "Brother, I just suddenly..."

"No, I'm not blaming you, it's a different situation, you stay and I'll take a look."

Having said that, Luo Hao strode out of the office and went straight to the ward.

Wen Youren followed Luo Hao with full of suspicion, he had no idea what Luo Hao was up to.

That drink? What does it have to do with pneumonia?

When we arrived at the ward, Wen Youren's son was lying in a semi-recumbent position on the bed, and his gentle and virtuous girlfriend was feeding him drinks with a spoon.

This scene made Wen Youren particularly pleased.

It is indeed a blessing for my son to find such a loyal girlfriend.

In his heart, he already regarded the girl as his daughter-in-law, and the more he looked at her, the more he liked her.

"Hello." Luo Hao walked to the bedside and looked at Wen Youren's son with a smile.

"Hello." Wen Youren's son didn't know the story between Luo Hao and Wen Youren, and only thought of him as a clinical doctor.

"I was in a hurry just now and didn't hear any breath sounds in the right lower lung when I auscultated." Luo Hao felt a little embarrassed and said apologetically to Wen Youren's son.

“???” Wen Youren was stunned. He thought Luo Hao was going to ask directly about the drinks.

The drink looked like orange juice, only a little watered down and unevenly distributed.

Maybe it’s some kind of nutritious meal. Young people like it.

Luo Hao walked to the girlfriend of Wen Youren's son and smiled, "Please move aside."

As he spoke, he took out his stethoscope.

Wen Youren's son's girlfriend put the cup on the bedside table and made way for Luo Hao to listen to the heart's stethoscope.

Luo Hao listened for nearly 2 minutes, and it was extremely detailed and he was not tired of it.

Wen Youren couldn't figure out what Luo Hao was going to do and looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

But Luo Hao didn't do anything bad to his son, so Wen Youren could only watch quietly.

After listening to the patient's diagnosis, Luo Hao put the stethoscope into the pocket of his white coat, said a few words to Wen Youren's son, and left in a hurry like a thief.

"Dad, who is that little doctor?" asked Wen Youren's son.

"Uh..." Wen Youren always felt something was wrong.

"Why are all the directors silent? He's the only one who has so much to do. I'm fine. You're too nervous. It's just common pneumonia. Two days of IV drip will be enough." Wen Youren's eldest son said unhappily.

"It's not good to have an attack all the time. I'll find a great doctor for you. This time he must get a diagnosis." Wen Youren rubbed his hands and comforted his son.

"I'm really fine. I don't even know what's wrong with my own body. Dad, are you getting senile and confused? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" Wen Youren's son scolded.

Although his tone was rather harsh, Wen Youren didn't take it seriously.

The child is sick and I am worried.

This is all normal.

"Ah? Where's the water?" Wen Youren's son's girlfriend looked around in confusion.

Wen Youren's son looked at the bedside table and said, "I remember you put it here just now."

"Yeah, it's gone."

Wen Youren’s son’s girlfriend squatted down and started looking under the bed.

She even looked behind the curtains, but still couldn't find the cup.

Wen Youren's heart moved. Although he did not see how Luo Hao did it, the place where Luo Hao listened to the stethoscope was close to the cup.

It must have been secretly "taken away" by Luo Hao.

Why is this man acting like a thief? Just say it directly, how can I not give it to my own son?
Wen Youren felt contempt, but this contempt gradually disappeared under the anxious mood of his son and girlfriend.

They were very anxious, and their son even got out of bed with an IV drip to help look for it.

"It's just a drink. Don't worry. If you lose it, I can buy you another one." Wen Youren felt sorry for his son and hurriedly helped him persuade him.

"What do you know! Just shut up. It's annoying to hear you talk." Wen Youren's son said anxiously.

But they couldn't find it no matter how hard they looked, and they sat there in silence.

"What brand is that drink? It must be expensive." Wen Youren asked tentatively.

"What are you asking? You're the only one who talks too much! I told you to shut up, but why do you act like you don't understand what I'm saying?" Wen Youren's son had an extremely bad attitude.

Wen Youren was speechless, his throat was a little blocked, and he slowly left the ward in silence.

Wen Youren persuaded himself that his son was in a rebellious period. Although it was difficult for him to convince himself that his son was in his rebellious period in his twenties, what else could he say?

Standing in the corridor, Wen Youren felt like there was sand in his eyes.

Dimly, he saw a light bulb coming out of the office.

It’s Director Shen.

Wen Youren quickly trotted to catch up with Director Shen.

He knew that Director Shen was an expert in diagnosis in the provincial capital. In Wen Youren's opinion, his son's illness would depend on Director Shen's care.

"Director Shen, Director Shen."

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"Send it for inspection and see what it is." Director Shen was holding a cup and a test tube in his hand, and raised his hand to show Wen Youren.

The cup was indeed the one that my son’s girlfriend used to feed him.

Some of the liquid has been put into the test tube.

“Here’s a drink.”

"What kind of drink is that?" Director Shen stood waiting for the elevator and handed the cup to Wen Youren, "Smell it."

Wen Youren was puzzled and took the cup.

There was nothing special about the cup, but when Wen Youren took it, he knew he was wrong.

The drinks in the store are all served in disposable cups, and this cup is their own.

Take it and put it next to your nose.

Wen Youren was a little nervous, but he already had the answer subconsciously.

But if I sniffed it carefully, I could smell the scent of sweet potato. It should be a lighter sweet potato porridge, Wen Youren thought.

"Do you smell anything strange?" Director Shen asked confidently.

“It has a slight sweet potato flavor.”

Director Shen subconsciously raised his hand to touch his bald head, but when he realized something, he took his hand back and let it hang obediently by his side, not daring to touch anything.

"Director Shen, what do you think?" Wen Youren asked anxiously.

"I don't know, we need to do some tests."

"What test?"

"See if there's any E. coli in this."

“???” Countless alpacas were running through Wen Youren’s mind.

If he hadn't suffered repeated blows recently, he would have probably flipped the table.

What does Director Shen mean? His own son is eating shit?!

Is there anyone who can be so disrespectful?

This is really too much! This is really too much!

It’s bad enough that he bullies himself, but he even bullies his own son!

These bastards!
Wen Youren's face was extremely ugly due to anger. Director Shen frowned and quickly snatched the cup back from his hand.

"You..." "Oh, I know it's hard for you to accept." Director Shen said, "Didn't I tell you to wait for the test results? You still insisted on asking, and you wouldn't believe it even if I asked. I know it's hard to accept, but only if the test shows E. coli, the disease can have a reasonable explanation."

"How is this possible! That's impossible!" Wen Youren clenched his fists.

"Master Junior said that this was a possibility, and he wasn't sure. But we could tell from Xiaozhuang's expression and behavior.

The last patient who was poisoned by paraquat made Xiaozhuang... Well, anyway, although the smell of feces was a little light, she still smelled it and subconsciously felt nauseous and retched.

It's really a sin."

Director Shen talked on and on.

“???” Wen Youren was a little confused.

Did that girl eat it too?
The girl with the high ponytail seemed to be treated very nicely by everyone, so it shouldn’t be that serious.

Are the people in the First Hospital of Medical University so weird? How come I can hardly understand what he says?

The elevator arrived. Director Shen was afraid that Wen Youren would do something weird, so he stopped explaining and hurriedly got into the elevator.

Wen Youren was a little confused and followed Director Shen to the laboratory.

There is nothing else here. After sending it for inspection, Director Shen went away to do his own thing.

Wen Youren was in a trance, wandering around the hospital like a zombie. Director Shen felt sorry for him and thought he was just an ordinary patient's family member, so he said to Wen Youren, "Your child may have coprophilia."

"What?" Wen Youren was stunned.

But Profilia, what the hell is that?

"Come, let me tell you first. It may not be correct, but you have a psychological expectation." Director Shen pulled Wen Youren outside.

It was a little cold and the sky was blue.

"It's not easy to be a father. My child was a little depressed when he was in school, but he got better after entering college. It was all because I pushed him too hard at the time." Director Shen grumbled.

"Director Shen, what is coprophilia?" Wen Youren asked.

"Translated, it means coprophagia."

"???"

"!!!"

Wen Youren was stunned.

"This is a mental illness, not rare, but not uncommon either." Director Shen had already washed his hands. He raised his hands and stroked his bald head, saying slowly, "As far as I know, there are not many cases of coprophagia reported in the literature."

"There is a woman named Shana in the United States who has an extraordinary love for feces. Moreover, she has a serious hoarding fetish. She puts feces into various jars and displays them in her home. Her home is simply a large feces storage museum."

"She lives on dung every day, even though she has collected enough dung to last her a lifetime. She mixes it up in a container and then drinks it down.

She never washes her hands, has no discomfort with what she eats, and even becomes immune to the stench of the house, and feels excited and happy when she smells or eats feces.

Wen Youren felt disgusted by what Director Shen said, and anger welled up in his heart.

But he still maintained a bit of rationality at this moment and wanted to smile, but he failed to do anything. His expression was so ugly that it looked like he was about to cry.

"But I smelled that thing, and it smelled like sweet potato."

Wen Youren explained.

"For this matter, you still need to read the book." Director Shen began to gossip, "Japan's Golden Feast is a unique food culture.

In order to ensure the taste of the poop, a beautiful girl will be selected first. If it is a cn, it will be more popular.

The production cycle is also continuous, at least three months, they will let the girls eat the same fruit or vegetable for three meals a day, for three consecutive months. "

"..." Wen Youren was speechless. He had already thought of a possibility.

Oh shit!

"Mainly pumpkin, banana, pineapple, mango, etc. Anyway, they are all yellow fruits and vegetables, which is also to ensure that the color of the poop is yellow.

This kind of food culture is said to be very popular in the book. "

"In the patient's case, it may be that his girlfriend has been eating food similar to sweet potatoes, so there is a sweet potato smell."

"Fuck your mother!" Wen Youren was furious and raised his hand to punch Director Shen in the face.

Director Shen was stunned and turned and ran away, covering his face.

Wen Youren refused to give in. He had lost the last bit of his sanity and chased Director Shen, beating him up.

It seemed that Director Shen forced Wen Youren's son to eat it.

At least, the words just now prove that Director Shen was insulting his own son!

What book is willing to eat shit? That must be the idea of ​​that brat Luo Hao!
Wen Youren's eyes turned red, blood red, like an angry bull.

"What are you doing?" A security guard saw this scene and came up to grab Wen Youren.

"He is a patient's family member, be gentle with him!" Although Director Shen was beaten, Wen Youren was old and weak, so his injuries were not serious.

Director Shen also felt that what he said was a little weird, so he told the security guards to just pull them apart and not to actually beat or injure Wen Youren, causing the situation to develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Director Shen was overthinking it. The security guard was just shouting and had no intention of reaching out.

So a strange scene was formed with Director Shen running in front, Wen Youren chasing behind, and the security guard at the back shouting non-stop.

However, Director Shen was in better health. Wen Youren collapsed before he was exhausted.

The security guard then came up and dialed 120, asking them to take Wen Youren to the emergency room.

Although you are in the hospital, you still need to call 120 to dispatch an ambulance. Rules are rules.

This is fucked up.

Director Shen felt that he had suffered an unprovoked disaster, but when he saw Wen Youren with foam coming out of the corners of his mouth, he only thought about the punch he had received and hoped that Wen Youren would not die.

I reported the matter to Director Feng and retrieved the surveillance footage from that time.

Director Shen was relieved only at this time. How important it is to develop a good habit. Because he has been talking to the patient's family under the surveillance since the 1.0 era of medical disputes.

The punch he received was very clear and he didn't try to fight back, so Director Shen was right when we took the case to the United Nations.

"Director Shen, why did you fight with the patient's family...and why did you get beaten by the patient's family?" Feng Zixuan asked with a smile.

Seeing that it was not Director Shen’s fault, Feng Zixuan felt much more relieved.

Because of Luo Hao, the relationship with the nearby police stations has been further improved. In the past, he had a good relationship with the director and the political commissar, and now he has a good relationship with the junior police officers.

It’s hard to say when you are not right, but you will definitely not suffer any loss when you are right.

Director Shen recounted the whole story with a sad face.

Feng Zixuan stared in amazement.

There is such a thing? There is such a fetish? This is too niche.

A few years ago, there was an internet celebrity named Lao Ba or Lao Ji who ate shit in the bathroom to gain fame. Feng Zixuan accidentally watched that video once.

At just one glance, the internet celebrity's actions lingered in his mind. They were simply amazing. Feng Zixuan seldom admired others, but he admired this internet celebrity to the core.

I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

Wen Youren's son is obviously more skilled in this kind of thing than Lao Ba, and he would "carefully select" even when eating shit.

“When will the results be out?”

"I guess it will be soon." Director Shen replied dejectedly.

After running for a few minutes, although the patient's family member fell down before him, Director Shen also felt uncomfortable. He felt weak all over, his hands and feet were sore, and his lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Ronaldo."

Director Shen was startled, looked up, and saw Director Feng was on the phone.

"where?"

"Oh, Director Shen has something to do. I'll go over there and we'll talk after we meet."

After saying that, Feng Zixuan hung up the phone.

"Director Feng, you..." Director Shen was surprised. When did Director Feng become so interested in trivial clinical matters?

"I'll take a look. My intuition tells me that Ronaldinho's judgment should be correct."

"Why?" Director Shen asked with a light-bulb-like head.

"Girls have a keen sixth sense. When Xiaoyan was on a helicopter to pick up a patient with paraquat poisoning, she vomited all the way...even the overnight meal came out. I guess she was left with a deep psychological trauma."

"With her sixth sense, she immediately felt something was wrong, but Xiaoyan didn't know what was wrong. Doesn't this pairing make sense?"

Feng Zixuan asked.

Director Shen still felt that it was a bit far-fetched.

But no matter how low Director Shen's EQ is, he would not refute Feng Zixuan to his face.

Then he returned to the Department of Respiratory Medicine and at the office door, Feng Zixuan heard Zhuang Yan gossiping.

"In the past, when we worked overtime to perform surgeries until late at night, the director would ask me to order some food and drinks for everyone, and told me not to forget the nurses and anesthesia teacher.

He transferred the money directly to me, one thousand at a time."

"After a year of graduate school, the director didn't say much when ordering food and drinks, and only transferred 500 yuan. I didn't know much at the time, so I asked a question, and the director said that I shouldn't bring a nurse."

"After one more year of study, the director only transferred 200 yuan to me. I knew what was going on, so I kept silent and even stopped taking the anesthesiologist's things."

Feng Zixuan walked in with a smile, "Xiaoyan, what do you want to talk about?"

"Hello, Director Feng..." Zhuang Yan stood up and replied with a smile.

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was fine, Feng Zixuan was relieved. He was really worried that Zhuang Yan would have some psychological trauma.

"We are talking about the recent economic downturn and consumption downgrade."

"Oh, with the economic downturn..." Feng Zixuan was about to say something, but immediately stopped.

Does it matter? Yes, it does.

The director earns less and less, so he certainly won’t spend money on anesthesiologists and nurses.

"Haven't you seen that McDonald's 5 yuan special ice cream is always on sale, 2 yuan, and it's bigger than Mixue Ice City's." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Xiao Luo, what about waiting for the test results?"

"Waiting for Chen Yong to communicate with the patient's family."

"Uh..." Feng Zixuan was stunned.

"Xiao Zhuang talked about this in the medical team group. Old Liu couldn't help it and wanted to know the gossip, so he sent Chen Yong to communicate." Luo Hao was also helpless.

Don’t blame yourself for this.

"Sit down, sit down. Don't patients often suffer from pneumonia? Why did you think of this?" Feng Zixuan sat down first and asked casually.

"Everything has to have a reason. How could pneumonia come from a 22-year-old in good health?" Luo Hao said, "But Director Feng, it's just a suspicion."

"Haha, Director Shen got beaten."

"Alas." Luo Hao sighed, "It's not easy to see a doctor. Wen Youren originally wanted a clear diagnosis, but he can't accept it yet."

"Who? Wen Youren? The one who reported you by real name? The one who instigated the patient not to give his son treatment some time ago, preparing to blackmail the hospital if the son died?" Director Shen asked.

"Yes."

"Gah~~~" Director Shen slumped in the chair like a noodle, and even opisthotonos were visible to the naked eye.

(End of this chapter)