dkrc Chapter 4: The atmosphere was already so tense...
Chapter 4: The atmosphere was already so tense...
He didn't dare look Lin Mo in the eye and could only nod weakly.
"At that time...the atmosphere was right, so I didn't pay attention..."
"The atmosphere is there."
Lin Mo repeated the word, his tone carrying an indescribable meaning.
The comments section was filled with laughter.
"The atmosphere was right—the best excuse of the year."
How much blame has this "atmosphere" taken for?
"Where did the brains of the sports academy students go? Oh, they've grown into their muscles."
"The repetition of 'school doctor' is extremely damaging."
"I'm so embarrassed for this guy I could dig my toes out of my head."
Lin Mo didn't laugh along with the comments.
He simply sighed softly, his gaze calmly fixed on the young man in front of him who had his head bowed low.
The male student's expression changed.
He was just nervous and shy a moment ago, but now he's turning pale little by little, and the color in his lips is fading.
He suddenly raised his head, his voice trembling slightly.
"Doctor... have I contracted an STD?"
Lin Mo looked at his pale face without avoiding his gaze, and her tone remained calm.
"There's a chance it is."
The male student paused for a moment, clearly hoping to hear something like "not necessarily" or "don't overthink it."
Lin Mo's calm statement.
On the contrary, it eased the tension in his heart.
At least the doctor didn't scare him.
He took a deep breath and asked cautiously.
"Then... what's the probability? Ten percent? Twenty percent?"
Lin Mo glanced at him but didn't say anything.
The male student chuckled dryly, trying to save face for himself.
"It can't be fifty percent, right? Haha... School doctor, don't scare me..."
Lin Mo remained silent.
The male student's smile began to freeze, his lips twitched, and his laughter grew increasingly dry.
"School doctor, please give me a number so I have a better idea... Sixty percent? Seventy percent?"
Lin Mo sighed softly and held up one finger.
The male student's eyes lit up suddenly, and he almost jumped off his chair.
"One percent! I'm lucky! That scared me to death—"
"Ninety-nine percent."
The school clinic was silent for a full three seconds.
The male student's expression froze on his face. He stared straight at Lin Mo, his lips parted, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Then his body swayed and he leaned back.
If it weren't for the chair back supporting him, he would have slid right onto the floor.
Lin Mo reacted quickly and grabbed his arm.
That's how he didn't fall off the chair.
"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."
Lin Mo straightened his body and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Don't faint, let me finish what I have to say."
The male student gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, his eyes reddening, and his voice trembling with tears.
"School doctor... 99%... and you call this not a big deal? This is practically a death sentence!"
"Who said he was sentenced to death?"
Lin Mo frowned.
"Who said syphilis is a terminal illness?"
"Syphilis...?"
The male student's voice suddenly split, and his eyes widened like saucers.
"You mean syphilis?!"
"Didn't I just tell you? It's not a big deal."
Lin Mo leaned back, crossed his legs, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he were chatting about what to eat in the cafeteria today.
"You think I'm joking? I'm talking about syphilis."
The comments section wasn't just crazy, it was completely out of control.
"Ninety-nine percent, hahaha."
"The school doctor's way of counting: one finger, ninety-nine percent."
"This is even more thrilling than a roller coaster, bro."
"One second I was laughing, the next I was so scared I fainted."
"Not even a one percent chance will be left."
"My legs went weak just looking at the screen."
"Just realized it now? You dared to sleep with the biological mother?"
What's the deal with "Biochem Matrix"?
"Biochemical Mother = A woman carrying multiple sexually transmitted diseases, a walking biochemical weapon."
"I'm truly impressed by the word-creation abilities of this generation of netizens."
The male student slumped in his chair, his face a picture of utter despair, muttering repeatedly, "Syphilis... 99%... Syphilis... It's all over..."
Lin Mo observed his reaction for a while, then suddenly chuckled and shook his head.
"Alright, alright, stop turning pale. I'm asking you, have you ever heard of penicillin?"
The male student nodded blankly.
"I've heard of it..."
"This disease can be cured with penicillin, and the cure rate is basically 100%."
Lin Mo held up one finger and said, slowly and deliberately.
"Listen carefully—it is, one hundred, percent, of, one hundred."
"You have secondary syphilis. If it's detected early and treated properly with a full dose of penicillin, you'll be fine in a while."
"But if it is left untreated and progresses to stage three, then serious problems will arise, damaging the cardiovascular and nervous systems, and by then it will be too late."
"So now you realize that it was actually just good luck, understand?"
The male student's expression changed from "I'm going to die" to "I don't think I have to die," with a transition time of about two seconds.
He sniffed sharply, his voice trembling slightly.
"Can it really be cured? 100%?"
"I'm a doctor, I have no reason to lie to you."
Lin Mo leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"However, there is one thing I need to make clear to you—after you are cured, serological tests for syphilis may show some positive indicators for life. In other words, this history will be visible when you have a physical examination or related tests in the future."
"So when you date or get married in the future, you need to be honest with your partner about this. It's your responsibility, understand?"
The male student remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded with a complex expression.
Seeing that his emotions had stabilized, Lin Mo picked up the prescription paper, lowered his head and began to write, his handwriting neat and strong.
He wrote and explained at the same time.
"I've given you a referral form. Take this to the dermatology department of the affiliated hospital, make an appointment, and have your blood drawn for serological tests—RPR and TPPA. These two tests are for diagnosing syphilis."
"After diagnosis, the doctor will prescribe medication, usually long-acting penicillin, once a week for three consecutive weeks. After finishing the course, you will have a follow-up examination."
He tore the referral form off the book, then took two strips of pills from the drawer, put them into a small medicine bag, and pushed them in front of the male student.
"Take this medicine first; it's an adjunct treatment to relieve the rash and inflammation."
"The most important treatment is at the hospital. Remember that, go today, don't delay."
"Don't skip it just because you're embarrassed. If you do go, just say you were referred by the school doctor. Dermatologists have seen it all."
The male student picked up the referral form and medicine bag with both hands, looked down at them for a long time, and his lips trembled twice.
"School doctor... will I suffer any long-term effects?"
"In terms of standardized treatment, there is basically none."
Lin Mo waved his hand.
"But if you get cured this time, and then go to a bar again and try to 'fall in love at first sight' again, then I can't guarantee that."
The male student blushed and shook his head frantically.
"No, no, I'd rather die than go."
"Alright, hurry up and go." Lin Mo gestured with his chin towards the door. "Remember what I said, don't lose the referral form."
The male student stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Mo, almost hitting his head on the corner of the table as he bent over.
Lin Mo grabbed the edge of the table for support.
She watched, both amused and exasperated, as the clumsy young man straightened up.
She walked out of the school clinic, looking back every three steps.
The door closed.