Bed No. 26 slowly woke up. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he struggled to pry them open. His scattered gaze gradually focused, and what came into view was a plain white ward.
Zhao Ming was standing by the bed. Seeing him wake up, he felt relieved and forced a relieved smile on his face: "You're finally awake."
Bed No. 26 opened his mouth, his throat was so dry that the sound he made was like sandpaper rubbing against each other: "I'm..." Zhao Ming hurriedly handed him a cup of warm water, helped him moisten his throat, and softly explained the issue of organ inversion.
Bed No. 26 opened his eyes wide, his face full of surprise, his hand unconsciously touched his chest, his face full of disbelief.
After calming down, the second fixation surgery was arranged as soon as possible.
Outside the operating room, Zhao Ming paced back and forth with a frown on his face.
Every minute was extremely painful, but fortunately the operation was completed successfully.
After the operation, bed No. 26 lay there weakly, and all vital signs gradually stabilized.
Although Lin Lin has not visited the patient in bed 26 recently, she has not relaxed and has been studying a new medical record and examination report over and over again all day long.
That day, she stared at the image on the computer, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and a new symptom emerged - inexplicable point-like calcifications appeared on the blood vessel walls.
This is not a review of bed 26, but a difficult new patient who has just been transferred from another area.
The patient was already dying when he was pushed into the department. His medical history was complicated like a tangled mess. Just when the preliminary examination gave him some clues, this fatal calcification point appeared again.
This discovery made Lin Lin feel as if he was in a department shrouded in a strange haze. He took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart.
She quickly compiled the new patient's condition into a book and rushed to the department's expert seminar room, her high heels making rapid drumbeats in the silent corridor.
"Teachers, this patient is in critical condition!" Lin Lin pushed the door open and slammed the information on the table.
The doctors passed the images around, all with solemn expressions. "Conventional thrombolysis and vasodilation treatments must not be used. The calcifications are too unstable; a single irritation could be fatal," the experienced doctor said, shaking his head.
Lin Lin clenched his fists, his mind racing, and suddenly recalled a cutting-edge theory he had seen in a foreign medical forum - bioelectric pulse-guided repair.
"Let's try using microcurrent to stimulate the patient's own cells, inducing them to secrete repair factors, which will wrap around the calcification points and slowly dissolve them." She made a bold suggestion, her words ringing loudly and echoing in the quiet conference room.
Everyone was stunned at first, their eyes full of surprise. After all, although this method had some basis in theory, it seemed a bit bold and reckless in the current situation where everything was strange.
However, after a brief moment of shock, everyone immediately ignited a glimmer of hope.
That glimmer of hope is like a spark that is finally lit in the darkness. Although it is weak, it is enough to make everyone want to hold on to it tightly.
After all, faced with such a difficult and sinister disease, conventional methods have long failed, and any possibility is worth trying.
"This method is definitely good, but can it be effective against weird things?" Li Xiu frowned and said with worry in his tone.
He looked up at everyone and continued, "Our department has been having trouble lately. The instruments keep malfunctioning for unknown reasons, the data is jumping around, and I keep hearing strange noises during my night shifts. It feels like something invisible is stirring things up in the dark."
"Everyone was a little scared at first, but now everyone has pretty much gotten used to it."
"Although this microcurrent therapy is a novel idea under normal circumstances, if that strange force interferes and disrupts the flow of current, the consequences would be disastrous."
Lin Lin pursed her lips. She understood these concerns in her heart, but looking at the dying patient on the hospital bed, she was unwilling to give up.
"I know everyone's concerns are very real, but we can't just watch the patient die because we're afraid of something we can't see or touch."
Lin Lin swept his gaze over the crowd with determination. "We can take some preventative measures in advance, like asking someone knowledgeable to perform a purification ritual in the ward to remove those evil spirits."
"We can also give the instruments special protection, attaching rune stickers or objects with evil-repelling meanings to them. Perhaps this will help them resist interference from those strange forces."
Zhao Ming tapped the table lightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "What Lin Lin said makes some sense, but most of these preventive measures are folk remedies. They don't seem very reliable when used in our rigorous medical field."
"But there really isn't a better way now, so we might as well give it a try. Just be extremely cautious and consider every step carefully. Don't act rashly."
Zhu Jun said from the side: "Don't you think it's absurd to want to find a folklore expert in a strange world?"
These words were like a stone dropped into the hearts of the already uneasy crowd, causing ripples. Many people looked embarrassed and hesitant, and the whispers of discussion came to an abrupt halt.
Lin Lin was the first to recover. His expression was solemn yet revealed an undeniable determination. "Outrageous? I admit that under normal circumstances, this idea is extremely absurd."
"But open your eyes and look. Are we in the ordinary world now? The equipment keeps malfunctioning, and black lines flash across the screen out of nowhere. At night, the ward is filled with an eerie chill that seeps into the bones, and there are those eerie, almost imperceptible noises."
"We've tried every scientific method, but nothing can stop this sinister disease."
Zhao Ming immediately echoed this, his brow furrowed as he pointed at the dying patient on the bed: "That's right, Zhu Jun. If you continue to stick to the rules, this patient won't last a few hours."
"Although folk customs are mysterious, the things passed down by our ancestors are somewhat sophisticated. Even if it's just for psychological comfort, it's worth a try now. We can't just sit there and wait for death."
Lin Lin said, "Perhaps everyone is already accustomed to the frequent occurrences of those instruments, but if some still disagree with this plan, do you have any other ideas?"
Zhu Jun said, "I think everyone has gone off topic. What we should discuss now is the treatment method for this patient, not the rectification of various departments."
"Let me express my personal opinion. I agree with the electric shock therapy that Dean Lin just proposed."
Zhao Ming pushed his glasses and said, "Conventional treatment strategies have been completely disrupted by this bizarre condition, but Dean Lin's electroshock therapy is one of the few promising avenues."
"Although there are many obstacles in its implementation, we cannot throw the baby out with the bathwater."
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