Lin Lin gently rubbed his arm, which was bruised and aching.
Turning to the busy nurse beside him, he said in a steady voice, "Go to the emergency room now and call Li Xiu over. Remember to ask him to push a mobile bed over as well."
The young nurse responded hurriedly and left quickly.
Lin Lin then picked up his phone and quickly dialed Nan Sheng's number: "Hello? Nan Sheng."
"Sister Lin Lin, what's wrong?" Nan Sheng's concerned voice came from the other end of the phone.
"You need to come to the emergency room as soon as possible with professional equipment. There is a new symptom."
"When you arrive, please take careful photos and record the details of your symptoms. You must also write a complete record for archiving. This is crucial for us to study the condition and develop a treatment plan."
"I'll make some preliminary preparations here first. Please come over as soon as possible." After Lin Lin finished speaking, he hung up the phone and began to organize some scattered information on this new disease. His brows were furrowed, and he kept thinking about possible countermeasures in his mind.
While waiting, Lin Lin carefully reviewed the patient's previous medical records, trying to find some related clues.
Not long after, Li Xiu hurried over pushing a hospital bed, his forehead covered with sweat, his eyes filled with anxiety and concentration.
"Director Lin, what's the situation with the new patient?" Li Xiu asked anxiously.
"It's not clear yet. Let's transfer the patient to the bed and fix him first! This patient is quite aggressive when he is sick." Lin Lin responded quickly, and he and Li Xiu carefully placed the patient on the bed.
After the patient was properly placed, he suddenly began to struggle violently on the bed, uttering incoherent cries from time to time.
Lin Lin quickly injected him with a sedative, and the patient's movements gradually slowed down.
"Then should we push the patient back to the emergency room now?" Li Xiu asked.
"Well, Nan Sheng will come over to take photos and archive them. Zhao Ming should be coming down with the interns in a while." Lin Lin said.
"By the way, you should wear a pair of gloves for protection! We don't know if the fallen moss is contagious." Lin Lin added.
Li Xiu nodded, pulled a new pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on. As he prepared to leave the clinic, he asked, "Director Lin, do we need to do anything special with the moss and debris that has fallen down there?"
"Don't worry about it. The bubbles will clean up the other slimes in a while." Lin Lin replied.
"Dean Lin, have you encountered similar symptoms before?" Li Xiu asked with some concern.
Lin Lin frowned, his expression solemn: "I've never seen this before. This disease is too strange."
"From the symptoms, there are not only physiological abnormalities, but also this aggressiveness and unknown moss, which is completely beyond common knowledge."
"Could this be the first special case our hospital has received?" Li Xiu widened his eyes.
"It's very likely," Lin Lin said. "That's why I asked Nan Sheng to come over and take photos for record and archiving."
"His situation is somewhat special. The falling moss fragments are like his memories. Every time some of them fall, he forgets something."
"The nurse from the outpatient clinic just helped him to the clinic, and a lot of moss debris fell along the way. When he arrived in my clinic for a while and I started to ask routine questions, he didn't remember anything."
"Could it be that some mysterious biological parasite caused this strange phenomenon?" Li Xiu boldly guessed.
"That's possible." Lin Lin nodded slightly, "But no matter what the situation is, we need to find the root cause as soon as possible."
"If the moss on his head continues to fall off, he may lose his memory completely, or something else may happen that we cannot predict."
"Then what can we do now? Apart from routine examinations, are there any special measures?" Li Xiu rubbed his hands anxiously.
"Wait for Zhao Ming and the interns to come over first, and then we'll discuss a comprehensive inspection plan."
"Perhaps we can find some clues by looking at his medical history, recent exposure to the environment, or any special experiences," Lin Lin said after a moment's contemplation. "Also, notify the laboratory to be prepared. Once the sample is collected, a comprehensive analysis should be conducted immediately, including the composition of the moss and any abnormal substances in the patient's blood."
"Okay, Dean Lin. I'll arrange it right away." After Li Xiu finished speaking, he hurried to prepare the relevant matters, leaving Lin Lin alone to guard the patient's bedside.
Her eyes were fixed on the strange patches of moss, as if she wanted to see through the truth behind this mysterious disease.
Zhao Ming and the interns quickly rushed to the emergency room. Everyone gathered around the patient's bed and the atmosphere was solemn.
Seeing that almost everyone participating in the consultation had arrived, Lin Lin spoke first: "I believe everyone already knows some basic information about the patient, so let me briefly explain it."
"This patient's condition is extremely unique. Judging from the information we currently have, this is very likely a completely new disease, one for which there is no known record..."
"From what I've just observed, the moss on the patient's head seems to be related not only to his memory."
"The moss on the patient's head would drop fragments of varying sizes as he moved, and it also emitted a foul odor."
"This foul smell may be a key clue, perhaps meaning that the moss produces special substances during metabolism or decomposition, which affects the patient's physical functions and mental state."
Nan Sheng held up the camera in one hand and said, "From the outside, the texture and growth pattern of this moss are very strange. While I was taking pictures, I noticed that it seemed to be constantly changing its microstructure. Could it be adapting to our environment, or responding to changes in the patient's body?"
One of the interns whispered, "Could it be that the patient had visited some special place before and contracted this moss? Like some pristine forest or a polluted water source?"
Zhao Ming nodded: "This idea makes sense."
"We can first ask the patient a detailed medical history to see if he has been to similar places recently."
"At the same time, the laboratory must also speed up the analysis of moss components and blood samples to see if they can find matching toxins or pathogens."
Lin Lin sighed and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, he probably won't be able to answer your questions. The moss on his head keeps falling off. He probably doesn't remember anything, right?!"
"Every time a piece of moss debris falls off, a part of his memory is lost. From the time he came to the clinic until now, I'm afraid he has lost a lot of key information."
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