Chapter 7 Wisdom Teeth Killer!
Jiang Ranxu urgently reported the occupational exposure situation. The hospital temporarily transferred other doctors to take over the shift, and he rushed to the nearest hospital for an antibody test.
The blood test results were actually quite optimistic. His hepatitis B antibody level was very high, and the chance of infection was minimal. He would only need a follow-up check in three to six months depending on his condition. Out of professional common sense, he could rest assured.
Jiang Ranxu tried to convince himself that, then put on some noise-canceling headphones and managed to stay calm as he returned home from the hospital. However, the moment he turned on the water, he knew all his efforts were in vain.
The eighteenth time? Or was it the nineteenth time he washed his hands? He had decided to stop after the twentieth time, but his mind wandered, so he had to repeat it several times.
The water washed away the fragile blood scab that had formed on the wound, and the back of the hand had been torn open even wider, with the flesh turned inside out. The dirty blood had been squeezed out, and the skin had taken on a strange pale color.
Jiang Ranxu still couldn't stop.
In his mind, a chain of contact between pollutants could be formed at any time: pollutants touched hands, hands touched clothes, clothes touched sofas, sofas touched... and finally spread throughout the house.
If the contaminants had already entered his body, things would be even more terrifying. He began to imagine uncontrollably that the bacteria had entered the aorta from the capillaries in the wound, flowed through his arms, shoulders, heart... and finally quietly infiltrated his liver.
He could even feel a faint cramp in the middle of his upper abdomen, spreading from his liver.
The thought of pollutants took root in his mind, like a terrifying brain parasite, causing him to lose all other willpower and only mechanically repeat the same cleaning action.
Jiang Ranxu turned to the shower. When the water heater ran out of steam, he resumed his cold shower. Numb from the cold, his survival instinct finally triumphed over his compulsive thoughts, and he turned on the shower for the moment.
Even if you have heating at home, taking a cold shower in winter isn't a wise move. Jiang Ranxu started running a fever that night, but it was a relatively mild 37 degrees Celsius before bed. He considered the fever to be a form of high-temperature disinfection, perhaps even the death of germs, which made him feel much more comfortable.
However, he continued to use the alcohol disinfection method - taking half a glass of whiskey before going to bed, which caused the situation to become uncontrollable.
Jiang Ranxu dreamed of being imprisoned on a cliff, a circling eagle pecking at his liver. It grew endlessly, and the pain was endless. He awoke from a cramping pain in his upper abdomen and vomited in the dark. Fortunately, he only vomited up murky wine in his dizziness. He should have worried more about his burning body temperature than about the dirt.
During the free clinic yesterday, there were indeed several cubs coughing. I'm afraid they were not infected with hepatitis B, but with the flu.
The bad luck had just begun. Jiang Ranxu had just finished taking sick leave from the hospital when he received a message from his supervisor.
[A doctor's heart is kind. Tan] My beloved disciple, I heard you have the flu. How are you feeling today? Young doctors should not only work hard but also take care of their health. Your teacher. (Rose)
[R Jiang] Thank you, Director Tan. I feel much better now.
[A doctor's heart is compassionate. Tan] That's good. You're usually busy improving your clinical skills, so during these few days of rest, you can also improve your theoretical knowledge. I've been invited to a lecture on early childhood correction before the Spring Festival, which is exactly in line with your professional field. I'll give you the opportunity to write an article. You can go with me then. Your teacher. (Rose)
Jiang Ranxu felt his head hurt even more.
[R Jiang] OK, got it.
[The Heart of a Doctor. Tan] Speed. Your teacher. (Rose)
After graduation, continuing to work for his advisor to make a living meant he'd constantly dream about his doctoral career. Jiang Ranxu's sick leave was even busier than his workday, spending days under the desk lamp, feeling the swelling and pain around his eye sockets merge with his temples, as if his eyes were about to explode along with his brain.
Finally, I reluctantly handed him a first draft.
Seeing that his director wanted to continue ordering him around until he finished revising the V7 version, Jiang Ranxu estimated that the alcohol had evaporated, so he resolutely swallowed two fever-reducing pills and used the excuse of going to a medical clinic to turn down the revision work.
On the day he returned to work, Jiang Ranxu still felt ill, even worse than the day he was first infected. His headache hadn't subsided, and he felt light-headed when he walked, as if he were walking on cotton instead of asphalt.
He was shocked when he saw a purple Maserati in the outpatient clinic's parking lot.
The purple Maserati was the personal favorite of his client, Yan Cunrui. Yan Cunrui, in her forties, traded in antiques and reportedly worth over 100 million yuan, with ancestry connected to the Eight Banners nobility. However, her marriage wasn't a happy one; she was divorced and raising her elementary-aged child on her own.
Her child's maxillofacial development was very poor, with his lower teeth overhanging his upper teeth, a condition commonly known as an overbite, making him look like a mango-shaped goblin. After six months of correction under Jiang Ranxu's care, he had barely regained a semblance of human form.
As Jiang Ranxu walked to the outpatient clinic front desk, he was greeted by the smell of powder.
"Doctor Jiang~ I haven't seen you in a long time. It's really hard to get an appointment with you."
Jiang Ranxu resisted the urge to run away and looked around for the other person's eldest son. "Sister, didn't you bring your baby to see the dentist today?"
"Why do you have to bring him here? Damn kid, every time I bring him to your hospital, I have to beg him all day long."
"So what's today? I heard you've been busy tinkering with a batch of Song Dynasty Ru Kiln celadon lately. You wouldn't be free to come and catch up with me, would you?"
"I brought a new baby here today." Yan Cunrui giggled and waved towards the inner room, "Xiao Meng, come quickly, didn't you say you had something for Doctor Jiang?"
Jiang Ranxu's mind was completely fuzzy, and he didn't realize who "Xiao Meng" was. It wasn't until Meng Weishen squeezed into his sight that a sharp chirping sound brushed past his eardrum, like the alarm of a boiling kettle.
It turned out to be this little Meng.
Jiang Ranxu smirked at Yan Cunrui: "Your new boyfriend?"
Yan Cunrui made a gesture as if she was going to tear his mouth apart. "It hasn't come to that yet. Xiao Meng is the blind date my bestie introduced me to. He used to be her subordinate. She said he's very reliable. What do you think? Handsome, right?"
Jiang Ranxu nodded, but as soon as he started shaking, his headache became worse and he was forced to stop.
Perhaps because there were other people watching, Meng Weishen acted particularly reserved: "Doctor Jiang, I said last time that I wanted to thank you very much, so I brought you a gift."
Yan Cunrui continued, "Xiao Meng, don't be shy. Hurry up and give Dr. Jiang the things you prepared. I'll ask someone to take a photo of you two right now."
Meng Weishen was still a little embarrassed. He took a half step forward, shook his arms, and the scroll in his hands fell open. He saw a golden banner with a shining gold tooth printed in the middle and four large characters across it:
Wisdom tooth killer!
Before Jiang Ranxu could react, Meng Weishen stuffed a bouquet of blue and black pens into his arms. There were dozens of pens, enough for him to use until the Chinese New Year the following year.
The receptionist immediately brought out a camera: "You two, stand closer. Closer. Three, two, one, smile! Smile again!"
Meng Weishen cooperated by rubbing against him, his shoulder touching his.
Yan Cunrui chuckled as if he'd had too much, but Jiang Ranxu couldn't really smile. But perhaps his fake smile had been honed to perfection through his work, and the result was quite heartwarming.
In the photo, Meng Weishen even tilted his head towards him, and the two of them could easily pretend to be a couple.
Jiang Ranxu expected that this photo would be hung on the outpatient clinic's publicity wall and mixed in with other ordinary doctor-patient photos. He felt annoyed when he saw the photo.
He felt that Meng Weishen was too annoying. He clearly had no feelings towards him, yet he insisted on giving him an oversized nice guy card. In the eyes of others, he had no reason to be unhappy.
Being forced to be happy was much more uncomfortable than being angry, and he had been forced to be happy most of his life.
The most annoying thing was that Meng Weishen wasn't just trying to annoy him, he was genuinely grateful to him. So no matter how many twisted thoughts he had, they were purely for his own amusement, and he couldn't find any reason to blame him.
Fortunately, Yan Cunrui suddenly came up with a porcelain business and left first, so Jiang Ranxu didn't need to keep putting on a fake smile.
Jiang Ranxu had a terrible headache, as if a powered drill was stuck in his solar plexus, and he just wanted to go back to the clinic to rest. But Meng Weishen didn't go to see Yan Cunrui off, and followed him closely.
"Is there anything else you need from me?"
Jiang Ranxu was rarely impolite. He just pulled out the office swivel chair and didn't ask the other party to sit down.
Meng Weishen, however, didn't notice his abnormality at all. He brought a stool over and sat down next to him, pulling his shoulder bag closer to him. "Doctor Jiang, I have another gift prepared. I was so nervous about taking the photo just now that I forgot to take it out."
Meng Weishen took out a clean white paper box from his shoulder bag, with an iWatch logo engraved in the middle.
Jiang Ranxu continued to smile falsely: "I'm so touched, thank you. But we can't accept expensive gifts, and our Director Tan is still in the hospital today. If he sees me, he will definitely talk to me. You can take it back yourself."
"It doesn't matter. How can this be considered a valuable gift?"
Meng Weishen began unpacking the items without authorization, first removing a titanium dial and then a Milanese strap. He connected the two together and placed them on Jiang Ranxu's left wrist. After measuring the size and finding it was a good fit, he tightened the clasp.
At any point in the process, Jiang Ranxu could have simply refused. But when he saw the same watch on Meng Weishen's wrist, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.
"How is it? I've worn it for a few days and it's quite interesting, so I bought you one too." Meng Weishen shook the silver watch on his wrist at him. "It can help you monitor your heart rate and emotions and prevent sudden death. I think the data is quite accurate. As soon as I arrive at the company campus, it will indicate a pressure overload..."
The golden dial suddenly began to flash a blood-red heartbeat pattern, indicating that the wearer's current heart rate has reached 131 beats per minute.
Jiang Ranxu's ears were tingling, and he subconsciously tried to cover the watch face. But Meng Weishen had already noticed something was wrong and leaned over. His warm breath brushed against his wrist, leaving a thin layer of mist on the watch face.
The heart rate showed even more horror, soaring to 156 beats per minute.
Meng Weishen suddenly realized, patted the back of his hand that was covering it, and held up his wrist: "The dial indicates that your heart rate is too fast. The flu has been so serious recently. Are you running a fever?"
Jiang Ranxu should really be grateful for the other party's extremely poor understanding ability, which prevented him from being too embarrassed.
He ripped off his watch and hid it in the pocket of his white coat. "It's nothing, just the flu. I took fever-reducing medicine this morning and I'm almost better now."
Meng Weishen looked a little disappointed. "I wanted to talk to you about orthodontic treatment, but you need to rest now. Let's do it another day."
Suddenly, a sigh of relief came from outside the clinic. A plump old man leaned against the door, like a wrinkled Doraemon. It was his mentor, Director Tan.
"My dear disciple, I heard that you received another banner from a patient. I am so proud of you. Let me see, is this the patient who just gave you the banner?"
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