White armor

Chapter 570: Knowledge of the World

"You learned it just after I taught it to you?" Chen Yong looked at Luo Hao as if he were a monster. After hesitating for a moment, he walked behind Luo Hao and took off his sterile cap.

"What are you doing!"

"Let me see if you have a brain-computer interface." Chen Yong was seriously preparing to flip the hair on the back of Luo Hao's head.

He didn't seem to be joking, he was really checking to see if there was a brain-computer interface behind Luo Hao's brain.

"I can't read faces or tell fortunes, but I've been working in the clinic for a long time, and I've seen a lot of people, so I naturally understand some patterns."

Chen Yong still insisted on taking a look, and seeing that the back of Luo Hao's head was normal, he looked at Luo Hao with a puzzled look on his face.

"First, you calculate the loneliness." Luo Hao took the marker and left a heavy mark on the blackboard.

"It is common clinically that Asperger's syndrome can cause patients to withdraw."

“Asperger’s?”

“It is a type of autism spectrum disorder characterized by poor social skills, loneliness, narrow interests, and stereotyped behavior.

But unlike typical autism, Asperger's syndrome patients have normal language and cognitive development, which mainly appears before the age of 3 and is often discovered during school age. Boys are more likely to be affected.

The cause of the disease has not yet been determined, but researchers believe it is related to genetic and environmental factors.

"According to my experience, the more educated the family is and the greater the expectations the parents have for their children, the more likely the children will suffer from this disease." Luo Hao tapped the blackboard hard with the marker in his hand.

"You are just talking nonsense. What's your basis?" Chen Yong was not very convinced about the syndrome that Luo Hao described.

This is obviously a guess, not even a preliminary diagnosis, let alone a definite diagnosis.

"Oh, I did a family survey on patients with Asperger's syndrome, and combined it with similar patient situations in the Union Medical College medical records, and found that this is most likely the case." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong and spoke calmly.

His expression was calm and his tone was not emphasized, but it gave people a feeling that it should be that way.

"Parents want their children to be successful. Girls are a little better, but boys face enormous pressure. If it's not by chance or some other reason, too much pressure can lead to mild depression, the main symptom of which is silence and aversion to sociability."

"The main symptoms of Asperger's syndrome include poor social skills, usually preferring to interact with adults rather than children of the same age; and being overly focused on narrow interests, such as being very passionate about science, history or design. In addition, it is often accompanied by poor motor skills and clumsy movements. The disease is not obviously contagious."

"Chen Yong, you graduated from a 985 university. Was you admitted by recommendation or through examination?" Luo Hao asked.

Fan Dongkai and Yuan Xiaoli felt that Luo Hao and Chen Yong were simply ridiculous. One dared to speak, and the other dared to believe it.

Luo Hao even asked Chen Yong whether he was admitted through recommendation or through the exam himself. This is simply ridiculous.

"I took the test." Chen Yong answered seriously, "It's in my destiny."

"Well, that proves that you are interested in at least one of the arts or sciences. You usually don't want to communicate with others. You are under too much pressure, so you immerse yourself in your own world."

"Shen Yifei is under a lot of pressure, so he chooses to escape and wants to play e-sports. You little brat, you are so poor and yet you still want to join the professional league? Just dream on." Luo Hao said with a smile.

Shen Yifei?
Yuan Xiaoli was startled. It seemed not good to say that about other people's children. But Luo Hao's expression seemed to indicate that he had communicated and contacted with Shen Yifei. There was no contempt in his words, but more doting.

Although the feeling of pampering was very faint, Yuan Xiaoli could still sense it.

"Well, that's Asperger's syndrome." Chen Yong nodded, and he didn't question Luo Hao too much.

"Listen to what I have to say." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong with a sharp gaze, "I just said first of all, first of all!"

Luo Hao emphasized.

"Any other illness?"

Luo Hao ignored Chen Yong's question and wrote on the blackboard with a marker.

"Some patients exhibit stereotyped behaviors, such as repeatedly turning their hands, spinning in circles, stomping their feet, licking the wall, and staring at their hands for a long time in front of their eyes. When the child is excited or irritable, the stereotyped repetitive movements are more obvious."

"Can you calculate it?" Luo Hao asked.

Chen Yong shook his head.

Some of the manifestations are bizarre, he can only calculate certain major events, and the context has nothing to do with these bizarre manifestations.

"It's okay. I'll continue. Listen carefully. Asperger's syndrome can also cause patients to exhibit stereotyped behaviors."

“The patient refuses to change the routine of daily activities.

For example, eating the same meals every day; going to bed on time, using the same quilt and pillow, covering the eyes with a handkerchief when falling asleep; taking the same route to school; placing things in fixed places, etc.

If these behaviors are changed, the patient will become restless, unhappy, cry, and even rebel. "

"Eating disorders, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, etc. Some patients also experience depression, abnormal reactions to sensory stimulation, self-harming behaviors, aggressive behaviors, sleep abnormalities, etc."

This is the end of Luo Hao’s explanation of Asperger’s syndrome.

"Secondly, in such an educated family, studying at a 985 university is considered low. Normally speaking, in their era, the United States was still a beacon. In high school, students would go abroad to study at Ivy League schools and go to top universities after graduation. His father should have already smoothed out this path."

As he spoke, Luo Hao circled the owner’s father.

"He's the president of a university. We won't tell you which university it is, but he 'only' studied at a 985 university and hasn't gone to graduate school yet... By the way, did the person go to graduate school? I hear you saying he didn't."

Chen Yong shook his head, indicating no.

"The reason why we didn't go abroad or attend an Ivy League school in high school was because our child had already developed Asperger's syndrome by then."

"I once met a little girl who had emergency appendicitis. She was in the third year of junior high school and was preparing to study abroad at an Ivy League school. She suddenly had lower abdominal pain 12 hours before leaving. Her parents took her to see Director Qian, and I was there at the time."

Luo Hao suddenly started talking about the case.

Chen Yong pricked up his ears and listened attentively. Fan Dongkai and Yuan Xiaoli also listened. Only Dr. Jason didn't know much about China's environment, so it was useless for him to listen.

"Director Qian said the condition was very serious and recommended surgery, which would take several days. But the mother refused and went home after being given antibiotics."

"Fuck, what if it gets pierced?"

Luo Hao shrugged and spread his hands. “So the pressure on people with Asperger’s syndrome is very high. It’s hard for us to understand.”

Chen Yong nodded.

"By the way, the owner of this destiny did not attend an Ivy League school in high school, nor did he go to Peking University or Tsinghua University. Oh, right, his university is not Peking University or Tsinghua University, right?"

"An ordinary 985." Chen Yong answered confidently.

"His father must be unhappy!" Luo Hao continued, "When he was in his junior and senior years, his father had a thousand ways to get him into graduate school without him having to take any exams."

"This has little to do with the owner of the destiny. It's mainly because his father is too powerful."

"But after graduation, he worked in a university. Chen Yong, don't you think there must be a story behind this?"

Unconsciously, Luo Hao had sorted out the story behind the owner of the destiny in great detail.

Chen Yong's eyes lit up. "The depression has worsened, he doesn't want to go to school, he has a strong rebellious mentality, and he can't even take care of himself?"

"Almost the same, so my father put the person next to him and arranged for him to work in a university. The work content is probably very leisurely, and he doesn't even need to interact with people. There are many such positions in universities.

I've said before that school doctor is a great job."

Luo Hao interrupted and then brought the topic back.

"If you explain it this way, it makes sense. The parents are highly educated, and the father is the president of a university. The person only went to a 985 university and has not yet gone on to graduate school, doctoral studies, or gone abroad to work in finance."

“Why finance?”

"Because finance makes money quickly and provides a good life, people who went abroad 20 years ago all switched to finance as long as they had a decent level of skills. People in finance who returned to China around 08 are still very popular, earning a lot and leading a carefree life."

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Luo Hao tapped the blackboard twice with a marker, indicating to continue.

"Professor Luo, you said he was in university..." Fan Dongkai wanted to ask a question, but as Luo Hao looked over, Fan Dongkai's eyebrows drooped, and he raised his hand and gestured, signaling Luo Hao to continue.

"The current owner is 24 years old and thin. This is provided by Chen Yong."

"Chen Yong, how is the marriage of this person?" Luo Hao suddenly asked Chen Yong what he had not said.

"Very bad. Basically, we break up after meeting each other. He has no luck with women at all." Chen Yong said confidently.

"Right!" Luo Hao used a marker to connect "skinny" and "Asperger's syndrome" and added the words "no girlfriend" in the middle. "Similar family conditions, similar stable lives, what does it mean in the marriage market? Chen Yong has a better say than me."

"This kind of man is not available in the market at all. Before he even enters college, people are already lining up to introduce girlfriends to him. As for arranged marriages, it's not difficult. But!" Chen Yong said.

"He doesn't have a girlfriend!" Luo Hao raised his voice. "Let's put ourselves in his shoes. The son of such a privileged family can only rely on his father's ability to work in a university and find a secluded place to retire. He must be sick. But common Asperger's syndrome and mild depression will not affect marriage."

"What I mean is, he's been on a lot of blind dates, and his conditions are so good, there will always be someone willing to marry him. It doesn't matter if he's a little bit aloof."

Chen Yong did not refute what Luo Hao said, but nodded slightly.

As a VIP salesperson of a dating platform, Chen Yong certainly knew that Luo Hao was not exaggerating and was even holding back.

I actually overlooked this point.

"Then our logic is clear. The patient has Asperger's syndrome and even mild depression, which prevented him from studying abroad in high school. He also failed the college entrance examination in China and could only get into a 985 university."

Only?

Yuan Xiaoli felt that Luo Hao’s statement was a bit absurd.

But if you think about it carefully, what Luo Hao said makes sense.

Maybe this world is just so absurd.

"After graduation, the person works at a university. He is rich, has free time, has a good family background, is tall, is not fat, is not greasy, is 24 years old, and has no girlfriend."

"Chen Yong, tell me, what disease does he have?" Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong with bright eyes.

In Luo Hao's opinion, the answer is obvious.

"In a different place?" Chen Yong asked.

"Fuck!" Luo Hao cursed, "Can you please stop thinking about that thing in bed! Besides, with this family background, if you want to hide it, saying that your family education makes you conservative and you can't have sex before marriage, isn't that logical? Let's talk about it after we get married."

"..." Chen Yong was stunned. "It's not a long-distance relationship, at least I don't think so." Luo Hao continued, "It must be some kind of problem that the other person will find out after living together, and it's particularly horrible and unacceptable. If it's a smaller problem, his family background is enough to cover it."

As he spoke, Luo Hao circled the content about Asperger's syndrome and emphasized eating disorders by circling them twice.

"Here! The only thing I can think of is severe depression or pica. Chen Yong, you figure out the rest. Is it severe depression?"

Chen Yong shook his head. "The owner's fate is not bad. He is not severely depressed. Even mild depression is barely possible."

"That's pica." Luo Hao wrote the three words "pica" heavily on the blackboard.

"Rapunzel syndrome that eats hair, pica that allows him to secretly get up in the middle of the night to eat raw meat, and even... has he ever been hospitalized? Does he often come into contact with hospitals?"

Luo Hao suddenly asked.

Chen Yong shook his head. "Luo Hao, what did you think of?"

"I met a patient at Union Hospital who had pica and ate the underwear of his roommates while he was in college."

"Fuck, this is too disgusting!!"

Chen Yong knew Luo Hao's speaking style. That bastard said he ate underwear, but he must have been eating panties, and there was a high probability that they were panties stained with something dirty.

It was originally an extremely gossipy matter, but when it came out of Luo Hao's mouth, it changed its meaning and became quite boring.

"No matter what it is, pica is what the blind date partner finds difficult to accept." Luo Hao smiled slightly, "So according to my previous analysis, the final answer is pica."

The operating room was quiet and no one spoke.

Luo Hao’s words could only be described as horrifying.

It was already astonishing that Chen Yong could calculate so much information and content from just one horoscope, but Luo Hao actually analyzed out a whole bunch of other things.

After finally unraveling the mystery, it was determined that the person was most likely suffering from pica.

This is even more difficult for Fan Dongkai and Yuan Xiaoli to accept than the fact that Luo Hao performed the surgery better.

You have to know that this time Luo Hao unraveled the mysterious numerology, made a preliminary diagnosis, and finally drew the corresponding conclusion based on some scattered information.

There is nothing to be afraid of having a conclusion, the key is that this conclusion seems to make sense no matter how you think about it, which is quite weird.

No wonder Luo Hao's medical team never has any medical accidents. Those pretentious patients and their families are either happy when they are discharged from the hospital, or Luo Hao simply refuses to accept them.

It turns out that he is really strong, extremely strong.

The real skill lies beyond the poem. The reason why the patient is safe is not just because he is lucky, but because he uses his strong reasoning ability to deduce the patient's condition.

There is even a fortune teller in their medical team.

"Professor Luo, you..." Yuan Xiaoli stuttered. He thought for a long time but couldn't find any words to describe Luo Hao.

"Haha, that's normal logical analysis from a doctor." Luo Hao smiled.

Is this normal? If this is normal, then what are we? Fan Dongkai's eyebrows stood up.

But the next second, Fan Dongkai sighed and his brows drooped again.

What Professor Luo just said has strict logic. It can be said that understanding the world is knowledge, and understanding human nature is writing.

It is reasonable and logical, and even if you look at it through tinted glasses, you can't find any faults.

Fan Dongkai had nothing to say about this.

Luo Haoqiang’s behavior is outrageous.

"You have a point. Next time... I usually learn from Lao Meng. If there is anything wrong, please say a few more words. I won't find you annoying."

Chen Yong lowered his head and typed the answer on his mobile phone while talking to Luo Hao.

"Well, but don't have any problems with the female patient. I'm telling you in advance, if something like this happens, I won't be responsible for anything."

"roll!"

"I'm just giving you a friendly reminder. Your strong reaction makes me feel there's something wrong." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong with a smile.

"After answering, call it a day!"

"Is there any reward?" Luo Hao asked. He immediately felt that his question was wrong, so he changed the question, "I mean, is there any reward for this competition?"

"I don't know. I received the invitation, so I gave it a try. You see, it did pay off. Starting tomorrow, Lao Meng and I will go to check on the patients."

Chen Yong said this very seriously, and it seemed like he really wanted to improve his shortcomings in this area.

"Okay, think whatever you want." Luo Hao wiped the words off the blackboard. "I'm going back to rest. What about you? Are you going to go find Lao Liu?"

"Let me go back with you. Lao Liu is having an emergency surgery. So when are we going to 912? After we get there, can we stop Lao Liu from being on duty and let him live like a normal person?" Chen Yong asked.

……

……

The light from the crystal ball flickered, but soon dimmed.

“Damn it,” a teenage girl said in an old accent. “This isn’t directed at a particular person, but at a pattern that I can’t see.”

The old man who had met Luo Hao before smiled and said, "Okay, then you can go."

"Don't go after that young man. I tried to look at it, and two of the crystal balls exploded!"

"Although the look he gave me that day was calm, it was full of provocation and disdain." The old man stated a fact calmly, "That look was like a young leopard in the Alps wanting to challenge the old king. I could even feel his eagerness to try, and his emotions made me very uncomfortable."

"My advice to you is that you'd better stop paying attention to that young man," the witch said sternly.

"How about this body?" The old man smiled, as if commenting on today's steak for lunch.

"Not bad, but some things need to be done from the beginning, which is annoying. But I'm used to it." The witch said, "I'm leaving now, be careful."

"Don't worry, since the Alvars besieged Constantinople, no one has been able to pose a real threat to me."

The witch said nothing, but turned around and took a deep look at the dying old man.

Her eyes were clear and transparent, but seemed to carry traces of time, as if she were an old person over seventy years old.

……

“Is the question a bit difficult this time?”

In a small courtyard in Hong Kong, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese-style double-breasted shirt asked while looking at the computer screen.

"It has to be a little harder." An old man twirled his beard and said with a smile, "There were too many people who scored full marks in the previous twenty or so competitions. Some geniuses' limit is not to get full marks on the test paper."

"But this is too difficult. None of the five judges on the jury got it right."

"No problem. If you can't answer them, then I can use this opportunity to dampen the enthusiasm of those young people. If you want to use their strengths, you must first blunt their edges. Young people nowadays use computer programs to analyze horoscopes... Damn it!"

As the old man spoke, he began to get angry.

His beard trembled slightly. The young people's use of computer software to tell fortunes was simply an insult to the older generation.

So in this Global Youth Fortune Teller Competition, the old man added an extremely difficult question.

In the past, fortune tellers traveled all over the country with sails, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. The key was to understand human nature.

The so-called skill lies beyond poetry, which is really the ultimate. Some things are not important.

It's like those young people who have gone astray and thought they could reach the highest level by using computer programs to cheat.

Then teach them a lesson this time!
"Mr. Qi, what is the final answer to this question?" the middle-aged man asked respectfully.

"Pica." Old Qi twirled his beard and said, "It cannot be seen in the fate of the owner. One needs to experience all the vicissitudes of life before he can get closer to the answer."

The middle-aged man knew why Mr. Qi was angry, but this question was too difficult. Not to mention the young people, even the judges of the entire competition were shocked.

Pica is a disease so rare that some people have never even heard of it.

How do I calculate that!
"You rarely move around. Now is a peaceful time, and you are addicted to fortune-telling for wealthy businessmen..."

As Mr. Qi spoke, he shook his head slightly.

“Well, we also walk around and communicate.”

"Forget it." Mr. Qi was not interested. He waved his hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Except for the last question, how many people got full marks?"

“Now it’s six or seven.”

The middle-aged man said while looking at the computer screen.

"There are quite a lot of people, and I don't know how many of them were calculated by that damn software."

"There are forty-nine great ways, and one of them is derived from nature." Old Qi began to ramble again, "Computer software can indeed calculate quickly and accurately, but it is an evil way!"

When he said this, there was a hint of anger in his calm eyes.

"Taking an unconventional approach can indeed reach a certain level, but Tian Yan Qi Yi and the others will never reach that level in their lifetime. They can't even achieve the most basic understanding, let alone break out of the cocoon."

"Mr. Qi, don't be angry. Let's wait. What if a genius suddenly appears?"

"Genius? Even the most gifted geniuses are held back by computers. What about artificial intelligence? Is it enough to win against all the best people in the world in Go? Our art is so profound that if we want to exhaustively calculate it, we may not be able to do it even after a hundred years!"

"Cuckoo~"

The middle-aged man originally wanted to say something to agree with the old man, but someone handed in the paper in the middle of the night. The middle-aged man took a casual look and saw the three words "pica" written on the last big question.

His throat made the sound of a hen crowing.

"what happened to you?"

(End of this chapter)