The first diagnosis is intestinal obstruction.

After a professional explained, Director Fan looked at the paper again and seemed to feel a little sacred, and it was no longer a ghost drawing.

However, even if a professional explains, Director Fan still can't understand what is written on it. Even if he looked for the word intestinal obstruction according to the above, he found nothing in the end.

Director Fan turned on his mobile phone to record and played the "differential diagnosis" explained to him by his friend, while recalling Lin Jiuze's movements against the words on the wrinkled A4 paper.

Lin Jiu first wrote down the differential diagnosis on a piece of paper, and then looked up at the patient.

The first diagnosis was wrong, that is, the deputy director of the emergency department and Mr. Miao both thought that the diagnosis of "intestinal obstruction" was not correct.

So Lin Jiu lowered his head and wrote down another diagnosis.

After writing, he glanced up at the patient.

Did Lin Jiu have any expressions and movements in between? Director Fan thought in a daze.

But he soon found himself completely unable to recall the situation.

Director Fan could only roughly remember the process at that time, and if he was asked to recall the details in depth, he would not be able to do it at all.

Why is this happening?!

Director Fan was puzzled.

Comparison, recall, until the last diagnosis on the A4 paper - superior mesenteric artery embolism appeared, Lin Jiu glanced at the patient, seemed to be very satisfied, and directly stopped the deputy director of the emergency department and firmly asked the patient to do 64 slots of CT to see the blood vessels first.

It turns out that Lin Jiu is right!

All this unreasonable place made Director Fan have endless doubts.

After thinking about it for a long time, Director Fan found that he had a vague impression of Lin Jiuze, and only remembered that he didn't seem to be a threat. For the rest, Director Fan's memory faded over time.

However, the time was still short, and Director Fan remembered that Lin Jiu wrote down the differential diagnosis and looked up at the patient.

How did he find out that something was wrong?

Director Fan thought alone for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

Really meow.

However, Director Fan immediately grinned, and Lin Jiu met the needs of the show except that he was always ignored.

Lu Gang always said that he couldn't find any young man who could stand in the ring with Ji Xiang.

Isn't this just right!

Although he thought so, Director Fan still made a phone call to Lin Jiuze very cautiously.

On the phone, Director Fan politely said that he wanted to visit Lin Jiuze.

After the two made an appointment to meet in the café on the first floor of the hotel, Director Fan went straight to the hotel with the film crew.

When the time came, Lin Jiu appeared in the café in a very casual casual dress.

Seeing the camera team preparing with long guns and short guns, Lin Jiu smiled slightly, "Director Fan, do you still want to record the show so late?" It seems that hotels are not part of the scope of recording. ”

These words were already refused, and Director Fan stared at Lin Jiuze "hard", his eyes did not dare to move at all, for fear that he would forget Lin Jiuze's existence if he moved slightly.

"Dr. Lin, just do some daily recording."

"Everyday? There is no such thing as Director Fan Da in daily life. ”

Director Fan had no choice but to let the camera team withdraw first.

Lin Jiu sat down with a smile, ordered a glass of Bingmei, looked at Director Fan and asked, "What's the matter with me so late?" ”

Director Fan does not hide it, after all, the time is limited, and the back and forth see-saw and temptation can only delay the production of the program.

"Dr. Lin, I've found something strange."

As he spoke, he took out the A4 paper that had been crumpled and unfolded by Lin Jiuze and spread it on the table.

Lin Jiuze's expression did not change in the slightest, which made Director Fan a little disappointed.

Director Fan suppressed the emotions in his heart and began to express his opinions.

"Dr. Lin, do you have any special abilities?" Director Fan said a word full of the marks of the times.

The special function was not popular in the land of China in the eighties of the last century, leaving countless legends.

"Huh." Lin Jiu smiled, "When I was a child, I went to the United States with my parents, and on the morning of the day I left, it was foggy in my hometown. I still have to say goodbye to my friends, so I grope my way through the fog. ”

As soon as Director Fan constructed the picture that Lin Jiu said in his mind, he suddenly realized that although his eyes were looking at him, there was no one in his mind.

It's like entering a dream.

Director Fan immediately stared at Lin Jiuze, not daring to be careless at all.

Lin Jiu was still so lazy, he didn't seem to see the change in Director Fan, and continued to speak, "The fog was really big that day, how can I say it, I can't see my five fingers." I grew up walking on the street with my eyes closed, but I got lost that day. ”

"To put it simply, it's like a scene in Silent Hill."

"Suddenly, a middle-aged man in yellow appeared in front of me, he stopped me and asked, "Little friend, what do you think I look like?"

"Uh......" Director Fan was stunned.

What Lin Jiu said was strange and bizarre, and it was full of the atmosphere of the age, and now the vast majority of young people don't know about it anymore.

Even older people don't necessarily know this kind of feudal superstitious story.

"I was in a hurry to say goodbye to my friend's house and give me a hand-folded paper airplane, plus I got lost and delayed for a while, so I perfunctory and continued to find my way."

Director Fan had inadvertently entered the picture sketched by Lin Jiu, and couldn't help but shudder.

"The middle-aged man in yellow was a little unhappy, and stopped me and asked, just one sentence, just say a word." Lin Jiu said, "I am soft-hearted, and when I see that he seems to be in a hurry, I say that I see you like a kind person." ”

“……”

Kind person, these four words do not match the scene described by Lin Jiuze before and the related legends.

That strong sense of dislocation lingered all over Fan Dao's body, making him unable to extricate himself.

"At this time, the fog cleared a little, and I saw that he was wearing an old yellow military uniform, and we talked for a while, and he took me to the children's house and took me home."

"I haven't seen him since."

Lin Jiu told a strange and bizarre but off-topic "story", but Director Fan seemed to know nothing and followed Lin Jiuze's train of thought.

"Okay, I'll go back and rest after I finish speaking, goodbye to Director Fan."

Lin Jiu didn't bother after finishing speaking, got up and left.

After half an hour, Director Fan smiled helplessly.

Damn, I was deceived by a young man.

He picked up his mobile phone and dialed Lin Jiuze's phone again.

"Doctor Lin, you are a doctor studying natural sciences, how can you be casual...... That kind of strange and chaotic thing is not allowed to be said in China. ”

"Oh, Director Fan, you're still thinking about it." Lin Jiu smiled heartily, "This is when I came out of the bar in Sanlitun last year, I saw weasels around the trash can, and a friend of mine told me. I also fed the weasel some biscuits, Fan Dao, you must often go to Sanlitun, remember to feed some biscuits after seeing it. ”

Director Fan's eyes were dark, and a mouthful of old blood almost didn't spurt out.

Today's young people have a spectrum and no spectrum.

(End of chapter)