Chapter 78 Treatment of Mental Infection
Wen Le and his team were headed to the neighboring Blue Sea City. A twenty-minute drive at full speed in the hovercraft took them to their destination. On the way, Wen Le had already learned about the patient's condition. The patient had sustained minor injuries while capturing an alien beast, but hadn't taken them seriously at the time. Upon returning, he sought out a skilled healer to treat the injury. Unexpectedly, a trace of the alien beast's spiritual energy remained on the wound, infecting the patient's spiritual energy.
That’s right, it’s mental infection.
The beast's spiritual power was incredibly overbearing, and once it merged with a human's, it would become infectious, like a virus, making it difficult to control. If the infected wound had been cleaned promptly, this spiritual power infection wouldn't have occurred. However, neither the patient nor the therapist took the matter seriously and simply treated the wound. By the time the patient realized something was wrong, it was too late.
The patient naturally refused to let this go and came to the therapist to seek an explanation. He could not just ignore the patient. The therapist had no choice but to seek help from the association.
Dealing with mental infection is both complicated and simple. For experienced healers, it's a simple matter of time and mental effort. For inexperienced healers, it's a much more difficult and challenging task.
Wen Le was the inexperienced one, and this was his first time encountering a case like this. Honestly, he was a little unsure. However, this incident served as a reminder for him: next time he treated a patient, he would examine them more carefully. He absolutely couldn't let something like this happen again in his clinic.
As soon as Wen Le and the others got out of the car and walked to the door of the clinic, they heard faint sounds of quarreling coming from inside:
"You say it has nothing to do with you, so it has nothing to do with you? You treated my brother like this, this is medical malpractice, don't you understand? If you don't give us an explanation, we will have no choice but to file a complaint with the Therapists Association. If the association wants to cover up for you, then we will expose you on Starnet. I don't believe there is no law in this world!"
"Is it any use blaming me alone for this kind of thing?" another voice said, "When I first came to treat my injuries, you didn't tell me that the beast could use mental attacks. If you had known, I wouldn't have taken over!"
It was obvious that the person speaking was the therapist who sought help.
"Didn't we tell you that you couldn't detect it during the examination?" the patient's family retorted. "How could you not notice something so obvious? You're calling me a quack and you refuse to admit it?!"
"I'm so unlucky to run into a bunch of unreasonable people like you. The sign on my door clearly states that I can only treat external injuries and am not good at treating internal injuries and other injuries. You didn't see it and blame me?" The therapist was also full of grievances. He was also a novice who had just obtained his certificate. He was afraid of such things happening, so he specially hung an explanatory sign at the door. He didn't expect that he would still encounter such bad luck.
After something like this happened, who would dare to come to him for treatment?
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. If there weren't outsiders around, he would have probably just laid there and cried his eyes out.
The patient's family definitely couldn't accept his explanation, so they cursed him out and said, "Bullshit! You treat injuries, don't you check the patient for infection or something? How can you open a clinic if you can't even detect such an obvious mental infection? Is this how your therapist association trained you?" Damn, how irresponsible! Just because you say it's none of your business, it really doesn't matter? Dream on!
Naturally, the therapist refused to let the other party put such a big hat on his head, so he said that this matter had nothing to do with him and that he only treated external injuries. He even hung a sign outside to explain this.
So both sides held their own opinions and kept repeating the same old things over and over again.
The dispatched staff member serving as Wen Le's temporary assistant also overheard their conversation and pursed his lips. He thought to himself that he would report this to his superiors upon his return, and that he would teach the new staff how to identify similar infections in the next training session. He couldn't just blame the patient for his inexperience; this was a serious medical malpractice. However, he wouldn't say this to outsiders. This was an internal matter within the Therapists Association, and they could resolve it behind closed doors. Outsiders didn't need to know or get involved.
Wen Le was also a little embarrassed. He encountered a quarrel in person... As the person who came to save the situation, he didn't know whether to join in or not. He was afraid to get involved in such things. If he was not careful, he would become a nobody.
Wen Le looked up at the "temporary assistant" as if asking for help. The other party pursed his lips, walked over and raised his hand to knock on the door.
The quarrel inside stopped abruptly, and soon the door opened, revealing a baby-faced man with a look of surprise: "Are you sent by the association?"
The officer nodded.
The other party quickly stepped aside to let Wen Le and the other three in. Seeing this, the patients and their families in the room also hurried over to greet them. One of them, who was very straightforward, even said directly, "Great, you're finally here."
The clerk who came with Wen Le nodded reservedly at him and introduced Wen Le to them: "This is Wen Le, today's attending physician."
The outspoken family member immediately bristled at the words, "How could you let a child in here?" But before he could finish, he was stopped by the person next to him, who gave him a look, signaling against such offensive remarks. The fact that the Therapists Association had sent Wen Le to the rescue proved he was truly capable. In the interstellar age, the worst thing to do is judge a person by their appearance. In certain fields, there are many children who are a hundred times more capable than adults. Just because they haven't encountered them before doesn't mean they don't exist.
Wen Le didn't take the other party's doubts to heart. If it were him, he would probably have doubts too. Anyway, he would show everyone his ability later. That would shut them up even more.
Wen Le didn't want to waste time with them, so he asked, "Where's the patient? Let me see him."
The patient's family quickly pushed the patient over for Wen Le to take a look. No matter what, since the Therapist Association had sent a child over, let him take a look.
Wen Le took the patient's hand and carefully examined him using his mental power. The patient had been injured on his arm. Although the wound had healed, the skin there was noticeably different from the rest of his body, appearing a bluish-gray. The patient's face was pale, clearly indicating he had recently suffered greatly from the mental infection.
Because the patient's mental power had just been disturbed before Wen Le and the others arrived, the patient was now in a coma.
Wen Le's spiritual force thread carefully traveled along the patient's meridians, finding a misty ball of spiritual force on a lymph node behind the patient's ear. This ball of spiritual force was extremely aggressive, constantly devouring the patient's original spiritual force as it passed by. After consuming a certain amount, this ball of spiritual force split into smaller balls, traveled along the patient's meridians to another location, and then settled in the next lymph node, and so on.
If not treated in time, once these mental power groups occupy the patient's entire brain, the patient's life will be in danger.
Wen Le looked at the spiritual energy, hesitant about whether to test it, but also worried that his recklessness would bring irreparable consequences to the patient. Just as he was hesitating, the system suddenly appeared and said, "This seems to be the spiritual energy of a rhinoceros, and it has mutated."
Then the system's voice became excited, "Hurry, these are good stuff, host, dig them out quickly!"
Wen Le's mouth twitched. Can spiritual power be dug out? If he had this ability, he wouldn't have hesitated for so long. Shouldn't he have taken action earlier?
"How do I dig this out? How do I store it after digging it out?" Please forgive his lack of knowledge, he has never heard that mental power can be stored.
"Use your mental power to hold it and dig it out." The system said casually, then quickly opened the system mall and found a special empty bottle designed to store mental power. It put the pattern in front of Wen Le and said, "Use this bottle to store it! Quick, quick, dig it out quickly and don't waste it!"
"What's the use of this?" Wen Le couldn't help but ask.
The system didn't waste any time talking to him and directly searched for several high-level potions in the mall and showed them to Wen Le: "These potions all contain the spiritual power of this mutant rhinoceros. There are other things you'll need as well. I'll tell you the details when I get back. Anyway, this is a good thing, and you'll definitely need it in the future."
Wen Le glanced at the prices of the potions and gasped inwardly. They were simply astronomical. Furthermore, they were all high-level potions. Even without the system's instructions, just by looking at the prices and levels, Wen Le knew he had found a treasure.
He had originally thought he could only earn some pocket money this time. After all, the cost of treating an injury wouldn't be very high, and a tenth of the reward would only give him a thousand or eight hundred credit points at most. He had come here just for those hundred points. Unexpectedly, his luck had exploded this time, and he actually encountered such a good thing.
Since it is a treasure, you certainly can’t miss it!
Wen Le, excited as if he had found a treasure, used his mental power to carefully approach the mutated mental power, and asked the system to help him buy the special bottle.
Wen Le knew his own limitations and didn't dare to absorb the entire ball of spiritual power all at once, only digging out small clumps at a time. The ball of spiritual power seemed to have life, and when it sensed Wen Le's spiritual power approaching, it began to resist violently. Initially, Wen Le did suffer a bit, having a small ball of spiritual power swallowed up by the other party. At that moment, his head felt like it was being pricked by needles, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. While the other party was digesting his spiritual power, he manipulated his spiritual power and fiercely ripped off a small piece of spiritual power from the ball of spiritual power before running away.
Wen Le repeated this process over and over again, spending six or seven hours finally digging out all the mental energy clumps. Once the large one was out, the smaller ones became easier to deal with. After resting for two hours to replenish his mental energy, Wen Le finally dug out all the smaller ones. He then carefully manipulated his mental energy to examine the patient once more, ensuring that nothing had slipped through the net before withdrawing his own.
The officer who had been keeping an eye on Wen Le smiled slightly at this. After using his own mental power to confirm that the patient's hidden dangers had been eliminated, he mentally gave Wen Le a big A. It had taken a while, but considering he was a novice treating this disease for the first time, it was acceptable. Success on the first try was truly commendable. It seemed like he could add a claim to curing mental infection to this little guy's resume when he returned.
From now on, this little guy will be able to stand on his own.
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