Chapter 82: Soul Envoy (Part 2/2) (2/2)

Luo Nan’s intensive care ward had been specially prepared by the Society through the hospital. There was a 24-hour AI monitoring system and there was a pair of nurses allocated to him, a specialty nurse and a robot nurse. Actually, their real objective was to prevent his family from nursing him so that they could clear up space for what was to come.

Due to this hospital’s system, Mrs. Luo Shuqing could only observe Luo Nan’s real-time situation through an internet stream. She never thought that she would see Luo Nan sit up on the same day he was admitted, in this early morning. This happy moment of surprise was seriously very important.

But it was hard to avoid being worried when seeing Luo Nan endlessly gasping for breath. The door to the room was opened right when she was about to call for medical help. A grandiose doctor and nurse entered inside. The daily rounds had started.

Astonishingly, Mr. Bai was lined up within this group. He was even in the center. This little old man had just casually put on a white gown and Luo Nan noticed that the doctor in charge addressed him as Professor Bai with complete respect.

“Oh! The little fellow woke up. This saves quite a bit of work.”

The nurse stepped forward to do the routine inspections the instant Mr. Bai started cracking jokes. She pulled up the monitoring data from last night for Mr. Bai to refer to.

Mr. Bai already had a firm view on what had happened last night. He just skimmed over the data and continued to clown around with Luo Nan: “......What’s wrong with your forehead? You didn’t wake up by falling did you?”

The injury to Luo Nan’s forehead was just his skin tissue tearing. A scab had long since formed, stopping the blood. It looked like he had scraped against something. The faint bloody scar was quite eye catching since it was on the forehead.

“Cough. Don’t know. Hit something.” Luo Nan still couldn’t stop coughing. He could only speak in stutters.

Mr. Bai walked over beaming with laughter. He used his hands to examine the situation with Luo Nan’s body. In other words, he was opening/closing Luo Nan’s eyelids and so on.

At the same time, Luo Nan’s HexaEar transmitted Mr. Bai’s voice over: “Idiot! You should be saying, ‘Why am I here’ or something like that okay?”

“Cough…… Why am I here?” Luo Nan’s brain was constantly dazed due to the residual effects of reducing his soul's pressure. He really would say whatever Mr. Bai wanted. He was extremely obedient.

Mr. Bai was greatly delighted. Luo Nan was young enough to be his grandson. He patted Luo Nan’s head in passing, showing that this boy was worth teaching. Then he said:

“It’s nothing. Little fellow, you must have had a lot of stress lately. You have a bit of OCD…… Your guardian is here right. Tell them of your circumstances later.”

“I’ll go downstairs immediately.”

Mrs. Luo Shuqing didn’t go home yesterday. She just stayed the night at a nearby hotel. She notified her husband of Luo Nan waking up, then she rushed over to the hospital. She watched the whole medical examination events from beginning to end through the internet stream. She rushed to respond through the communication device at the head of the bed.

“No rush. No rush.”

Mr. Bai’s mouth had spoken these words, but he grabbed Luo Nan’s two hands. He indicated to Luo Nan to open up the thumb and forefinger on his left hand. He lightly kneaded and pressed Luo Nan’s thumb on his right hand. He demonstrated the contact point, the technique, and the pressure once more: “You can deal with the severity of your coughing in this way for now. Focus your thoughts. Eliminate your heart from distractions. Okay?”

Luo Nan acted according to Mr. Bai’s words. Sure enough, the coughing symptom was somewhat relieved. He nodded his head in response on the spot.

Mr. Bai walked out with all smiles and hands clasped behind his back. The connection via the HexaEar was never cut off, however. Mr. Bai even shared information, letting Luo Nan know his following route.

Mr. Bai symbolically examined a few more patients before meeting with Mrs. Lu Shuqing. The following pretext was different than what was given in the ward:

“I can make a preliminary diagnosis that it is an autonomic nerve disorder, or dysautonomia, from looking at the current situation. This was brought on by either extreme stress or angry emotions…… Did he get angry with anyone in the family last night?”

Mr. Bai brought out the attitude of a psychic. He asked the question knowing full well the answer, drawing in Mrs. Luo Shuqing instantly.