mijobooks Chapter 14 Fungal Lord? His leg needs to be amputated!
Chapter 14 Fungal Lord? His leg needs to be amputated!
The phone case was originally made of transparent silicone.
But now it presents a weathered yellow hue.
The yellow has a very rich variety of layers.
The border area is the darkest in color, almost amber.
The center of the back panel is slightly lighter.
However, there are several dark patches evenly distributed, like marks left by some kind of liquid that seeped in.
What truly shocked Lin Mo was...
It's that fine, grayish-green, fuzzy stuff around the edge of the phone case.
That's mold.
Alive, growing mold that has taken root and spread on the oxide layer of the phone case.
The hyphae extend along the seams of the phone case.
A ring of tiny bacteria formed around the opening of the rear camera.
It's like putting a moldy picture frame on the lens.
Lin Mo stared at the phone case, his eyes unblinking.
His professional instincts told him that mold could grow on a phone case.
This indicates that the phone case has been soaked with sweat, oil, and dead skin cells down to the molecular level.
This allows the fungi to have such ample nutrients.
The bacterial density on this phone case.
It might be even higher than the culture medium in his lab.
I saw it in the comments too.
"Is that yellow color on the phone case for real?"
"Transparent shell → Smoked yellow → Mold green → Ultimate form: Bioweapon shell."
"Is the ring of bacteria around that camera a natural filter?"
"The ecosystem on this phone case is richer than his mattress."
"My phone case is also yellowed, but mine is due to oxidation, while his is due to organic oxidation."
"The difference between oxidation and yellowing: one is oxidation caused by air, and the other is colonization by living organisms."
"Does the blogger hold this phone to their face every day to make calls? Bacteria on their face and bacteria on the phone case are mutually invading each other."
"This isn't making a phone call, it's a bacteria exchange project."
"I suggest sending this phone case to a microbiology lab; it could be the subject of a research paper."
"The expression on Dr. Lin's face suggests he's calculating how many pathogens are on this phone case."
Lin Mo stared at the phone case for three seconds.
I silently rated it as the second most disgusting thing I'd seen that day.
The number one spot still belongs to that mountain of socks under the bed.
He waved his hand gently, his tone mild but his attitude firm.
"I'll tell you my WeChat ID, my phone is dead."
He gave me a string of WeChat IDs.
Let the boy search on his phone, and resolutely refuse to touch the phone screen yourself.
When a boy is typing with his head down.
Press your thumb on the screen.
Black bits of debris from under the fingernails fell into the fungal ring around the edge of the phone case.
Another microbial material cycle has been completed.
After adding each other on WeChat, Lin Mo patted the male student on the shoulder and gave him a look.
The male student understood immediately.
He limped after Lin Mo out the door.
The two walked out of the dormitory building.
Lin Mo stood on the steps and took off his mask.
I took a few deep breaths of fresh air.
His facial expression resembled that of a firefighter who had just escaped from a fire.
"School Doctor Lin, are you alright?"
The male student asked with concern.
Lin Mo turned to look at the male student and remained silent for several seconds before speaking.
His voice had a hoarse quality, as if he had survived a disaster.
"I'm fine. What I want to say is that your roommate is no longer your roommate."
"He himself is a walking pathogen, a living source of infection capable of turning any contact surface into a culture medium for fungi."
"The reason you only have an infection on one toe is because your immune system is so strong, not because it's not aggressive."
The male student scratched his head and gave a dry laugh.
"You're exaggerating a bit too much..."
"It's no exaggeration to say that your roommate has three high-risk infection zones—his bed, his mountain of socks, and his hands—each of which could be used as an independent source of infection for epidemiological investigation."
Lin Mo's tone was unusually serious.
"Did you see the germs on his hands?"
"Do you know how much residue gets on a doorknob in a public area when he touches it?"
"The door handles, faucet switches, and light switches in your dormitory bathroom are all high-risk points for cross-contamination."
"You only have a toe infection right now. If you stay here any longer, I'll give you five words."
The male student swallowed hard, looking at him nervously.
"Disease, poison, big, gift, package."
Lin Mo spoke slowly and deliberately, then continued.
"Fungal infections, bacterial infections, allergic diseases, respiratory diseases—whichever you want, he can find it all under his bed."
"I'm not kidding. You'd better figure out how to move out. I don't care if you can get a new dorm next semester. You can always rent a place outside, it'll be a hundred times better than this."
"If you really can't move it, spray the floor mat around the bed with alcohol every day and open the windows for ventilation. Even if it smells like a garbage dump outside, it's safer than the smell inside."
The male student felt a chill run down his spine from what he said and nodded repeatedly.
"I'll pack my things when I get back and stay in the dorm next door for a few days..."
"Don't take this foot lightly. Fungal infection is no joke. You think it's funny to grow a mushroom in your dorm? You think it's no big deal? Let me tell you—"
Lin Mo suddenly stopped, turned around, looked directly into the male student's eyes, and his tone was no longer teasing, but instead a warning.
"Fungi are living organisms that can reproduce and spread, and can invade deeper tissues."
"If left untreated, it can spread from the toenail to the entire sole of the foot, causing chronic ulcers. Once the ulcers break open and become infected, they can spread throughout the body via the bloodstream, and in severe cases, lead to sepsis."
"Your infection is already quite severe. If we delay any longer, your leg—"
He paused, and the male student held his breath.
"Amputation may be necessary."
The barrage of comments exploded at that moment.
Amputation!!!
"What happened between athlete's foot and amputation?"
"School doctor, don't scare me. I'll go wash my socks right now."
"You can't even save your leg???"
"This is a true story. My classmate's grandfather had diabetic foot, which led to fungal infection and gangrene, and he eventually had to have his leg amputated."
"It sounds outrageous, but it's true."
"The school doctor saw him laughing and deliberately scared him—it's probably true."
"He was laughing just now, but he can't laugh anymore."
"From mushroom hotpot to amputation warning, the plot twist is too big."
"I immediately went and mopped the dormitory floor three times."
"Fungus: You think I'm joking?"
The male student's face changed.
He looked down at his toes, which were wrapped in gauze.
She looked up at Lin Mo again.
He stammered out a sentence.
"School doctor, don't scare me..."
Lin Mo looked at his pale face, which was terrified, and remained silent for two seconds.
Then, with a slight smile, she patted his shoulder.
"Just kidding. If you get treatment in time, you won't need amputation."
The male student was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Lin Mo's smile vanished.
"But if you don't move out and continue living with that roommate..."
He glanced upstairs.
"--That's not necessarily true."