After handing over the task of making the protective shield to Nan Sheng, Lin Lin hurried to the laboratory and closely followed the progress of the moss tissue analysis experiment.
Time passed quietly in the busyness, and night fell unknowingly.
That night, the patient slowly woke up.
Perhaps the restlessness in his body had gradually subsided, and he was no longer as crazy as before, and his emotions became calmer.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming decisively ordered his assistant to untie the restraints. The man slowly sat up and rubbed his wrists which were marked with red marks. With a look of confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, he quietly looked at everything in the ward.
He said nothing, but just silently watched the nurses moving around the ward, as if trying to piece together his broken memories.
A moment later, Zhao Ming gently pushed open the door of the special isolation ward with a gentle smile on his face, trying to ease the patient's possible tension.
"Hello, sir! I am Zhao Ming, the doctor who is treating you."
"In order to better understand your situation, we need to collect some basic personal information. Please cooperate." Zhao Ming paused slightly and then asked, "What is your name?"
When the man heard this question, he subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his head, but was ruthlessly blocked by the hard and cold protective shield.
In an instant, an uncontrollable itching sensation surged into his heart like a tide. His expression instantly distorted, and he scratched the protective shield with his hands, trying to relieve the unbearable itch.
However, the protective shield did not move at all, and he could only struggle helplessly, his eyes revealing anxiety and helplessness.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming hurried forward to investigate, secretly wondering: How could this protective shield suddenly cause such a violent reaction? Could it be that the material was causing a special irritation to the patient?
While comforting the patient, he was thinking about how to deal with the situation in his mind, and the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.
The man's mood became worse and worse, and he showed signs of mania. Zhao Ming hurriedly pressed the call bell and once again secured the man to the bed with a restraint belt.
The man struggled desperately, making incoherent roars, his eyes bloodshot, like a trapped beast.
The nurses quickly rushed over and assisted Zhao Ming in injecting a dose of sedative. The man's struggle gradually stopped and he fell into a coma.
Zhao Ming walked out of the ward with a worried look on his face and met Lin Lin and Nan Sheng who had hurried over.
They began to carefully examine the shield but did not find any obvious problems.
Lin Lin pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be that the patient is allergic to some subtle ingredient in the material? This allergic reaction has affected his nervous system, causing mania."
Nan Sheng nodded in agreement. "That's possible. We need to conduct a more in-depth analysis of the material of the protective shield. At the same time, we can't ignore the patient's physical condition. Perhaps he already has some potential health problems that haven't been discovered yet."
Zhao Ming said, "When I was asking him a question just now, he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head. Could it be...could it be that because he couldn't scratch it, this feeling of powerlessness combined with the physical discomfort triggered his inner irritability?"
"After all, he just woke up and his consciousness is still fuzzy. His memory was already poor, and now his control over his emotions is almost zero."
After hearing this, Lin Lin said thoughtfully, "This is indeed a direction worth exploring."
"Perhaps we could try adjusting the design of the shield while ensuring safety, allowing him a certain degree of freedom of movement? At the same time, we can strengthen our psychological comfort and observation."
Nan Sheng also agreed, "If it needs improvement, I can look for some materials to analyze their composition. If I find materials that meet the requirements, I'll see if I can improve the structure of the protective shield."
"For example, adding some small windows that can be opened and closed or soft fitting layers in key areas can meet his basic physiological movement needs without affecting the protective function."
Zhao Ming nodded slightly. "Then let's act quickly. Time is running out. We must find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise his condition will only get worse, and may even cause irreversible damage to his brain and body functions."
"But if he is allowed to scratch his head, will it speed up the disappearance of his memory? After all, the moss will fall off when he scratches his head. Although the fallen moss is still inside the protective shield, it has lost its energy supply and connection with the brain, which may cause the previous memory transmission process to be interrupted or even cause data confusion." Nan Sheng said with a serious expression, his brows tightly furrowed into the shape of a "chuan" character, and his eyes full of worry.
After hearing this, Zhao Ming's already serious expression tightened even further. His lips pursed slightly, and his eyes flickered between the ward and Nan Sheng. He then began pacing back and forth, his steps quick and heavy, as if racing against time. "This is troublesome. If we don't address his urge to scratch his head, his mania will continue to worsen. And if the lichen is damaged and affects his memory, all our previous efforts will be in vain."
"We have to find a balance."
The three of them stood in the corridor, speechless for a moment. The dim light flickered overhead, stretching their figures out into long lines. The atmosphere was so heavy it felt like water could drip from it.
Lin Lin leaned against the wall, tapped the handrail beside her and said, "The moss on his head will fall off soon. If that doesn't work, should we try a craniotomy?" As she said this, her eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and determination. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes were a little wandering, as if she was also struggling with this bold and risky proposal.
Li Xiu, who rushed over from the emergency room, heard these words as soon as he arrived. His body shook violently, as if he was hit by something. His eyes widened, his face full of astonishment and hesitation, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped. After a long while, he stammered, "Craniotomy? This... this risk is too great. If we are not careful, the patient may develop other complications. We have to think about it carefully." As he spoke, he kept rubbing his hands, and fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
Zhao Mingze lowered his head solemnly, his hands folded across his chest. He was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with doubt and worry. "Director Lin, I know you want to solve the problem fundamentally, but craniotomy has too many uncertainties. We don't yet have a deep understanding of the connection between lichen and the brain. If the operation fails, the consequences will be disastrous."
"But if we don't try, we will remain stuck in the present, and the patient's condition will become increasingly difficult..." His voice was low and hoarse, echoing in the silent corridor, adding a bit of depression.
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