mijobooks Chapter 13 School Doctor Lin, let me treat you to some mushrooms!
Chapter 13 School Doctor Lin, let me treat you to some mushrooms!
"you…"
"Quite resilient."
Lin Mo patted the male student on the shoulder.
The comments section went crazy.
"The word 'endurable' is brilliant."
"Yes, to survive in this gas chamber, one is no longer human."
"Resilient, truly resilient—fungal attacks are ineffective against him, he adapts to moldy environments, and athlete's foot only affects one toe."
"This guy could have a fungal infection above him and a person with smelly feet and flammable gas below him, and they could stay in the same room for four years. What else is that but being incredibly resilient?"
"Fungal Lord, this dormitory will be remembered for eternity."
"It is recommended that the school convert this dormitory room into a medical observation room."
"I suggest sending these two people to the space station to test the limits of human endurance."
"Those two roommates who moved out before me were smart people."
"That allergy sufferer who only stayed for one day and then left is the real prophet."
Lin Mo released his shoulder.
He turned around and faced the phone camera.
Spread your hands out.
He made a gesture that is universally recognized as "I want to speak the truth."
"Everyone, let's start with healthy habits—don't let your roommate's feet become a source of biological infection in your dorm."
"Fungal infections are truly merciless when they spread."
He waved his hand, his face showing a look of relief, and turned to walk towards the door.
The door opened by itself as soon as my hand touched the doorknob.
The force pushing inward from the outside is considerable.
Lin Mo subconsciously took half a step back.
She almost bumped into the male student behind her.
A boy was standing in the doorway.
He was not tall and wore black-rimmed glasses.
Wear a gray T-shirt.
The neckline of the T-shirt was so loose that it looked like the opening of a cloth bag.
Large patches of sweat stains were visible under the armpits and on the back, several shades darker than the rest of the body.
It had a faint sheen of oil.
He was carrying a plastic bag containing two buckets of instant noodles and a large bottle of cola.
When the bag is swaying.
A strong aroma of pickled cabbage wafted out from inside.
Lin Mo's gaze moved upwards from the plastic bag in his hand.
Move it onto his face.
Then his pupils suddenly contracted.
If I had to find an adjective to describe that face, it would be "slick with oil."
It's not rhetoric, it's realism.
The boy's forehead, nose, and cheeks were all oozing oil from every pore.
His entire face shimmered evenly under the fluorescent light, like a freshly fried dough stick.
I don't know how long it's been since I washed my hair.
Strands of hair clung to his scalp.
The roots of his hair were densely covered with white dandruff, like a light snowfall.
There was a layer of grayish-black grime on his neck and behind his ears.
The same applies to my arms; the skin around my elbows is three shades darker than the rest of my arms.
He stood there.
The smell emanating from him was like a condensed version of the mountain of socks under his bed.
It was sour, stuffy, and damp.
It also has a slight chemical smell, like instant noodle seasoning packets.
Several flavors are mixed together.
This forms a complex gas that causes a stinging sensation in the nasal cavity.
The chat fell silent for a moment.
It wasn't because no one was posting, but because everyone was typing at the same time, causing a half-second delay in the bullet comment system.
Then, a blowout occurred.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!"
"Is this my roommate? The real-life Fungal Lord??"
"My eyes!!! My eyes have been physically injured!!"
"Dandruff on my hair—did it snow?"
"His face isn't just oily skin, it's like an oil field, the Daqing Oilfield."
"As someone with OCD, I'm suffocating."
"If I were to have my hand gripped by a hand like that..."
"buckle????"
"Which button are you referring to, the one upstairs?"
"Is it a man or a woman upstairs?"
"If it were a woman, and she got grabbed by a hand like that, wouldn't she turn into a biohazard mother?"
"This livestream is constantly pushing the boundaries of my understanding!"
The boy saw Lin Mo.
He was stunned for a moment.
Then a warm smile bloomed on his face.
His teeth were brushed quite white, which was probably the only clean part of his body.
He took a step forward, his voice quite loud.
"Oh, a guest? Are you here to see Xiao Zhou?"
Xiao Zhou is that male student.
The male student quickly introduced himself.
"This is Dr. Lin from our school clinic. He's here to check my foot."
"The school doctor is great! The school doctor is great!"
The boy quickly threw the instant noodle bag onto the table.
He wiped his hands on his pants and reached out to shake hands with Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's gaze fell on the spot where the hand had wiped the pants.
There was a dark oil stain on the trouser leg, shaped like an abstract painting.
He looked down at the outstretched hand.
The black substance under the fingernails was more clearly visible up close.
It's not mud, but a product of the long-term accumulation and fermentation of some kind of organic matter; there's a faint light green film on the edge of your fingers.
A dozen or so medical terms flashed through Lin Mo's mind.
Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, Candida albicans, and various anaerobic bacteria.
They party, drink beer, and dance on that hand.
He made a very wise decision.
He waved his hand and took half a step back.
Speaking in a natural tone: "It's alright, it's alright, no need for a handshake, I just finished changing the patient's dressing and haven't washed my hands yet."
The boy didn't seem to mind and withdrew his hand.
Her gaze passed over Lin Mo's shoulder and landed on the mushroom on the side of her bed.
His eyes lit up.
That way of showing his face was very sincere, like an old farmer looking at the thriving cabbages in his own vegetable garden.
"Dr. Lin, have you seen my mushroom? It's growing quite well, isn't it? I've been nurturing it for almost a month!"
His tone carried a genuine sense of pride as he spoke and walked toward the bed.
He squatted down to examine the mushroom closely, and even gently poked the cap with his finger.
"Look at this umbrella, how full it is! We can pick it in a few more days."
Lin Mo's facial expression control returned to normal at this moment.
He hadn't had a chance to reply.
The boy had already stood up, rubbing his hands together.
He said it with great enthusiasm.
"How about this, Dr. Lin, don't leave. I'll pick the mushrooms right now, and we'll have hot pot! I also have an alcohol stove here, Xiao Zhou, go find the pot—"
"No, no, no!"
Lin Mo quickly waved his hand, speaking as fast as if he were trying to resuscitate a patient whose heart had stopped beating.
"Really, no need. I just ate, and these mushrooms—"
He swallowed back the words, "Eating this mushroom might make you see your great-grandmother."
The answer was changed to: "These mushrooms aren't fully grown yet, let them rest a bit longer."
Upon hearing this, the boy actually thought about it seriously for a moment, and then nodded in deep agreement.
"What Dr. Lin said makes sense. I read online that oyster mushrooms taste best when picked after the caps have fully opened."
"Okay, I'll let it rest for a few more days, then I'll pick it and bring it to the school clinic for you."
Lin Mo's lips twitched.
"Really, you don't need to—"
"It's settled then!"
The boy waved his hand and then took out his phone from his pocket.
"By the way, Dr. Lin, let's add each other on WeChat. I'll let you know when the mushrooms are ready. Don't worry, the stuff I grow is really good, all-natural and pollution-free, much better than what you buy in the supermarket."
He said, extending his hand.
Lin Mo's gaze fell on the phone.
The brand and model of the phone itself are no longer important.
Because its appearance has transcended the boundaries of the brand.
It has entered a unique stage of personalized customization.
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