"Idiopathic epilepsy?"
"It's hard to say. We should wait until he wakes up and then have a doctor from the Psychiatry Departnt conduct an assessnt."
However, less than half an hour later, Director Wang felt there was no longer any need to call a psychiatrist.
Guan Bo, who had just regained consciousness, stared blankly for two minutes and then transford into a madman. He sat up in his hospital bed, yelling and shouting, screaming about killing this person and finishing off that one. During his agitation, he even leaped right out of bed.
Director Wang observed Guan Bo, who had been restrained, given an injection, and was slowly calming down. He then looked at Tang Yinglong, who stood beside him with an incredulous expression, sighed, and said, "Vice Dean Tang, Doctor Guan seems to have suffered intense sudden stimulation, leading to a dissociative state where he can't distinguish reality from imagination. In this condition, he's not fit to remain in the Ergency Departnt. I'm going to transfer him to the Psychiatry Departnt. They have professional psychiatrists there, as well as specialized hospital rooms and nursing staff equipped for his treatnt and care."
Tang Yinglong's eyes were lifeless. This was all too incredible. How could a perfectly normal person suddenly develop a ntal illness? Just like that? With no warning whatsoever?
"Wang, is Guan Bo's condition serious?"
"I'm not a professional psychiatrist, so I can't say for sure. But judging by Doctor Guan's current state, it looks a bit like schizophrenia." Director Wang sighed. "If it truly is schizophrenia, it could be quite troubleso."
Tang Yinglong took a deep breath. "Alright, transfer him to the Psychiatry Departnt first. Don't let this affect your normal work here."
He then turned and walked out, imdiately taking out his mobile phone and dialing a number.
"Vice Dean Tang, hello."
"Put Sir Zhang on the phone. I have sothing urgent to tell him."
"Vice Dean Tang, my teacher is currently discussing sothing with Professor Lan Changhua. Could it perhaps wait a little while?"
The anger simring in Tang Yinglong's heart erupted. "Can't you understand, or can't you hear clearly? Is there sothing wrong with your head? I said, I have an *ergency*. Now, imdiately, put Sir Zhang on the phone!"
The sudden scolding left his junior sowhat stunned, but his own anger ignited in an instant. He could tolerate Guan Bo's outbursts because Guan Bo was Zhang Dewen's favorite student, and he needed to curry favor. He could also endure Zhang Dewen's temper because Zhang Dewen was his teacher, crucial for his future career. But who the hell do you think you are, Tang Yinglong? I'm not a doctor at your hospital. Why the hell should I take your temper?
He wanted to curse back and hang up, but he couldn't muster the courage. He had grown accustod to being cautious and prudent; confronting soone head-on wasn't his style.
He glared at the mobile phone in his hand, then turned and walked towards Zhang Dewen and Lan Changhua.
"Teacher, Vice Dean Tang Yinglong says he has sothing urgent to discuss with you."
Zhang Dewen frowned. He was a little annoyed at his student's lack of discretion, but even more irritated about the matter he was currently discussing with Lan Changhua.
"I'll call him back later."
"Vice Dean Tang said it's an ergency and that you need to take the call imdiately," the junior relayed softly, his hand over the mouthpiece. He was used to this sort of thing.
Zhang Dewen's expression soured, but glancing at his junior's hand still covering the phone, he could only offer Lan Changhua an apologetic smile.
However, after only a few sentences on the phone, his expression beca even uglier.
Putting down the mobile phone, he said to Lan Changhua, "Professor Lan, our discussion is no longer necessary. I have sothing to attend to, so I must leave."
Without waiting for Lan Changhua to reply, he left with a dark expression, his junior following. "Book a flight now. We're returning to the hospital imdiately."
The junior hesitated for a mont, then hurriedly asked, "Teacher, what about the lecture at the Capital College of Traditional Chinese dicine tomorrow?"
"Call and postpone it. We can go another ti when available."
"What should I say is the reason?"
Zhang Dewen suddenly flared up. "What should you say? Do I have to teach you that too? Can't you think for yourself for once?"
With that, he leaned back heavily against the car's rear seat, panting.
A silence fell between them. After a mont, Zhang Dewen sighed and said to his junior, "I'm sorry. I lost my temper a bit back there; I couldn't control myself."
His junior shook his head slightly. "It's alright, Teacher. You should be mindful of your own health. Getting angry isn't good for you."
His words were full of concern for his Teacher. As for why his Teacher was angry, if his Teacher didn't elaborate, he wouldn't press.
Lan Changhua, left behind, was dumbfounded, exchanging blank stares with his assistant. What did he an, 'our discussion is no longer necessary'? What could be so urgent as to make him disregard all courtesy and leave so abruptly?
Lan Changhua pondered for a mont, then took out his mobile phone and called Du Heng.
"Doctor Du, what are you up to at the mont?"
Du Heng, at that mont, was sitting bored and listless on the side of the Ring Road Highway. He had already been waiting there for a full three hours. This was because, rely five minutes after they had left the scenic area and entered the Ring Road Highway, Li Qin's high-end van had broken down.
"Hello, Professor Lan. I'm just idle right now, nothing much going on."
"Let ask you sothing. Has your competition been canceled?"
Du Heng blinked in confusion. "No, nobody inford of anything. Just this afternoon, the Quan City Health Departnt even notified to complete the exchange program formalities."
Hearing Du Heng's reply, Lan Changhua was also puzzled. If the competition wasn't canceled, why did Zhang Dewen say it was 'no longer necessary'? Could he really be planning to let his student utterly crush Du Heng? Was he not going to save any face for himself at all?
Not hearing any sound from the other end, Du Heng asked with confusion, "Is sothing wrong, Professor Lan?"
"Oh, oh, no, nothing. I was just chatting with Mr. Zhang Dewen, and he suddenly had to leave." Lan Changhua briefly explained the situation. "So, let's leave it at that for now. I'll try to find out what's going on from my end. If you hear anything, let know too."
"Okay, Professor Lan."
Du Heng agreed. Hearing the busy tone after hanging up, he casually put his mobile phone down.
Then, looking at Kang Zhirong, who had once again approached the car, Du Heng shouted, "Xiao Kang, don't just stand there! Get away from the car!"
Kang Zhirong shouted back, "I'll just take another look! Maybe I can fix it!"
"Stop dreaming! Get over here! If you could have fixed it, you would have done so hours ago."
Du Heng was thoroughly annoyed by Kang Zhirong's constant need to show off. A computer major trying to fix a car—it was ridiculous.
However, although the car had broken down, it hadn't dampened everyone's spirits, especially not the won's. The van's quality might not have been great, seeing as it conked out, but its features were indeed impressive. Li Qin had produced stools, a small table, drinks, snacks, and two decks of playing cards from the van, and the won had begun to play happily.
Du Heng looked at the won, already deep in their ga, and wondered if they'd completely forgotten the car had broken down.
He couldn't help but ask again, "Li Qin, what about that rescue vehicle you called for?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you? There was an accident at the entrance ramp, so they can't get on the highway. They told us to wait."
"It's been three hours already, and we're still waiting?"
"If you're in such a hurry, then go on ahead. We're not stopping you," Li Qin retorted, giving Du Heng no face at all as she continued her card ga with Wu Shengnan and the others.
Feeling helpless, Du Heng asked, "Well, what about the tow truck? Can't the tow truck get here either?"
"Two jokers win! HAHAHA, we've reached Ace!" Li Qin laughed, then turned to Du Heng. "Dude, use your brain, will you? Has the sun addled it? I told you there was an accident and they couldn't get through. Weren't you listening?"
Du Heng looked at the won, who had resud their giggling and playing, and felt a wave of helplessness. The main issue was that these won didn't want to leave. If it were just him and Kang Zhirong, he would have definitely started walking back with Kang Zhirong by now.
"Xiao Kang, get back here right now! There are too many cars, it's too danger—" Before he could finish, Du Heng caught sight of a bus swerving wildly out of the corner of his eye, speeding directly towards Li Qin's van.
At that mont, Du Heng's heart leaped into his throat. "Xiao Kang, run! Run!"
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