Chapter 547: Chapter 546: Stunned

On Wednesday morning, after completing two intraspinal tumor puncture and injection surgeries, Yan Feifan went to the Little Red House to check on the condition of the brain tumor patient brought in by Qin Feng.

After lunch, Yan Feifan returned to the director’s office of the Diagnostics Department.

When he walked into the director’s office, he saw Mr. Qi and five of his students—Zhu Xiangdong, Lei Qingping, and We Xin among them—along with Mr. Miao Quan and his two students, already deep in a work discussion.

The moment Yan Feifan entered, however, they all turned their heads toward him in unison, and the debate stopped.

"Mr. Qi, Mr. Miao, please continue, don’t mind me..."

Yan Feifan walked over to the long table, picked up a couple of test reports, and added, "I’ll take a look at Zhou Guangji’s test results first."

Miao Quan said softly, "Feifan, after a long talk with Zhou Guangji, I’ve found that he does indeed have depressive and masochistic tendencies."

"In my opinion, his symptoms aren’t too severe yet. They’re still within the range of what he can manage emotionally on his own."

Miao Quan continued in a grave voice, "However, according to the latest information from the police, the guy has been having trouble at work recently. He hasn’t closed a single deal this month."

"What’s more, the couple are consumerists. They’ve been living on various loans for the past few months."

"With the immense financial pressure, combined with that fierce verbal abuse from his wife, we can’t rule out the possibility that he acted on impulse and attempted suicide."

Yan Feifan asked for confirmation, "Mr. Miao, so is it your opinion that he likely caused the car accident on purpose?"

Miao Quan pondered for a moment before saying cautiously, "Considering all the current circumstances, that possibility is quite high."

Yan Feifan asked, a bit confused, "If he wanted to commit suicide, why didn’t he just admit it after the accident?"

"Why go to all this trouble to ask Mr. Qi for a diagnosis?"

Miao Quan chuckled. "There is a great fear that exists between life and death. Most people who survive a suicide attempt give up on the idea."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," then looked at Mr. Qi. "Sir, what about the Alzheimer’s?"

Qee Sheng replied softly, "The neurologists have confirmed it. It’s a relatively rare case of early-onset Alzheimer’s."

"It’s likely related to Zhou Guangji’s unhealthy lifestyle, and it also has a significant connection to his depression and masochism."

"After tests on his memory, reaction speed, and cognitive functions, Zhou Guangji’s current brain condition is equivalent to someone twenty years older."

"But even so, given the situation at the scene, Zhou Guangji still had enough time to take evasive action, such as emergency braking, decelerating, or turning..."

Qee Sheng sighed lightly, pointed to the pile of documents on the long table, and said, "All the test results are here. We currently have no data to support a mental breakdown or a loss of physical control."

"Feifan, you should take a look through them first."

Qee Sheng added, "Our investigation into his medical history also found no mental illness among Zhou Guangji’s immediate relatives."

"Zhou Guangji’s friends, colleagues, and neighbors all said that he has always acted normally. They never noticed anything strange or peculiar about him..."

Yan Feifan spent a few minutes going through the stack of materials on the long table one by one: test reports, lab results, imaging scans, and several raw data logs.

After he finished, he looked up and saw Mr. Qi and Mr. Miao staring at him intently.

"Why are you all staring at me?"

Qee Sheng smiled. "We all want to witness the legendary ’Feifan’s Contemplation.’ We’re waiting for your eyes to focus, and then, just like Yixiu, you’ll shout, ’I’ve got it!’"

He then asked expectantly, "Did you find anything?"

Yan Feifan chuckled. "I’m not as amazing as Yixiu. I can’t just circle my finger on my head a few times and have everything fall into place."

After a pause, he shook his head. "I didn’t find anything suspicious either."

"We’ve already done all the necessary tests..."

Yan Feifan said thoughtfully, "How about this? Let’s do a scenario reenactment. We can simulate the situation and have Zhou Guangji relive the experience."

"If he really did enter a fugue state as he claims..."

"This reenactment might not induce the fugue state again, but his emotional and physiological indicators should at least show some uncontrolled changes."

Qee Sheng and Miao Quan exchanged a look. "Feifan, are you thinking of using a method similar to a lie detector to test his true reaction?"

Before Yan Feifan could respond, Qee Sheng shook his head and shot the idea down. "Feifan, you have to understand that evidence obtained from a lie detector is not admissible in court."

"Besides, when repeating a past experience, a patient who has already been through it will certainly not have the exact same reaction."

"Taking it a step further, even if he does enter a disabling fugue state this time, it doesn’t prove that he entered the same state back then!"

"The prosecution could easily argue that it was caused by excessive psychological stress, or by a brain injury from the collision."

Yan Feifan argued, "Sir, as far as I know, modern driving simulation systems can create a near-perfectly realistic driving experience."

"As for it being his second time, we could hypnotize Zhou Guangji to make him temporarily forget the experience..."

As he said this, Yan Feifan looked toward Mr. Miao Quan.

Miao Quan shook his head. "I’m not capable of that level of hypnosis."

"When it comes to hypnosis, the best in our department is Dr. Tan Xiao. But even then, I can’t guarantee she can do something like this."

Yan Feifan said, "Oh," and turned his gaze back to Mr. Qee Sheng, trying to persuade him. "Sir, this is just a diagnostic method. Whether it’s effective or not will depend on the data we collect."

"Sir, do you have any better ideas?"

This question left Qee Sheng speechless.

After a moment of frustration, he said with a helpless tone, "Feifan, since you want to give it a try, then go ahead and do as you wish."

"But I’m telling you, Zhou Guangji’s injuries have recovered to a point where he no longer needs to be hospitalized."

"The police need to take him into custody, so you only have this afternoon and evening..."

Yan Feifan realized he had just made trouble for himself.

Mr. Qi put him in full charge of this scenario reenactment test.

Fortunately, Mr. Qi had some conscience and assigned his senior student, Zhu Xiangdong, and his junior student, We Xin, to assist.

Yan Feifan first contacted Dr. Tan Xiao, who readily agreed to come over after dinner to hypnotize Zhou Guangji.

Yan Feifan, who had started off so smoothly, immediately hit a snag on the second task.

Through his police contacts, he got in touch with a research institute specializing in vehicle engineering.

They did indeed have a highly realistic 4D driving simulation system.

But the system was enormous—the size of a room—and simply couldn’t be transported.

On top of that, for this test, Zhou Guangji needed to be connected to a lot of medical monitoring equipment to track his brainwaves, respiration, and heart rate.

So, they couldn’t send him over there either.

Under the circumstances, Yan Feifan had no choice but to settle for the next best thing. He took We Xin’s suggestion to borrow a driving simulation arcade machine from a video arcade.

As for the scenery and sound effects, they would import the data recorded by the dashcam at the time of the incident...

Around six in the evening, when Yan Feifan saw the arcade owner deliver a large, flashy game machine with a cockpit resembling a convertible, he began to doubt the feasibility of this proposal for the first time.

Very serious doubts, in fact.

This all seemed far too childish.

Looking at the earnest expression on the male arcade owner’s face, Yan Feifan thought to himself, ’Should I just give up on this unreliable plan?’

Just then, Yan Feifan’s phone rang.

It was a call from Qin Feng.

"Mr. Yan, the patient’s intracranial pressure has risen significantly. Please come to the Little Red House right away."

Yan Feifan hung up and looked at Zhu Xiangdong and We Xin.

"The brain tumor patient in the Little Red House is having a problem. I need to get over there immediately."

"If they need to do emergency surgery over there, then tonight..."

We Xin cut in, "Mr. Yan, don’t worry. Dr. Zhu and I promise we’ll handle everything here."

Yan Feifan opened his mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words to stop the test.

After all, Zhu Xiangdong and We Xin had spent the entire afternoon setting up and calibrating the lab’s instruments and equipment.

Canceling it all with a single sentence would be too disheartening.

"Dr. Zhu, Mr. We, I’ll leave this in your hands."

With that, Yan Feifan turned and walked away quickly.

He had only taken two steps before he turned back.

"Dr. Zhu, Mr. We, I just thought of something."

"I have another theory—the patient might be susceptible to epileptic seizures. While you’re at it, give him some photic and electrical stimulation to see if you can induce a seizure."

He added, "Remember, the intensity of the electrical stimulation should not exceed 0.5 milliamperes..."

After giving his instructions, Yan Feifan ran toward the Little Red House...

In less than ten minutes, he arrived at the Little Red House and found that Qin Feng had already had the staff begin preparing the patient for surgery.

Yan Feifan immediately jumped in to help.

He was busy for more than three hours, completing the puncture and injection for the patient’s brain tumor without any major incidents.

Because the scenario reenactment test was on his mind, Yan Feifan left the operating room as soon as he had finished his part.

After he cleaned up and left the surgical area, he was surprised to find Mr. Qee Sheng, Mr. Miao Quan, and Director Liu Jin waiting for him.

Seeing their grave expressions, Yan Feifan’s heart sank. He asked, "Did something go wrong?"

Qee Sheng let out a long sigh. "Zhou Guangji had a grand mal seizure. He bit his tongue to pieces, which blocked his trachea and triggered cardiac arrest..."

"We... couldn’t save him."

"How could this happen?" Yan Feifan was truly stunned...

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