The Law Of Virtual Body Energy And Its Medical Application: A New Paradigm For Diagnosis And Treatment Based On Virtual Reality Mapping Chapter 7

Comprehensive systemic isolation of a mobile radiation source

The meat I bought yesterday hasn’t been finished yet. It’s on the second shelf of the refrigerator. You have to finish it today… The dumplings I just made are corn and pork filling, eat those as soon as possible too… Don’t eat watermelon that’s been sitting overnight. If you’re home alone and really want some, just buy a small one. I saw online that someone got meningitis from eating overnight watermelon…

The worrying mother carried her luggage to the door, then turned back, still uneasy. She paced through every corner of the house, endlessly listing trivial matters.

You know how the washing machine works; that dehydration cycle needs to run twice… Don’t touch a single thing in my room, or I won’t be able to find anything…

Qi Ruiqing sat on the sofa, his vision swimming as he listened. His dear mother was only going on a trip with a few sisters for a month or so; she wasn’t preparing to run away from home forever.

Mom! Listen to me! Don’t use that lifestyle of you young people! If I find out you’re staying in bed all day, you’re finished!

Qi Ruiqing pressed a hand to his forehead. He wasn’t a child anymore… And when did his mom start making those dumplings that seemed to reproduce automatically? Hadn’t he just finished off the last batch?

Mom, it’s not that I think you’re nagging…

Well, he did.

But, Aspirin should be taken with meals, and unlike Clopidogrel, it can be broken in half; Atorvastatin cannot be broken; definitely don’t forget to take the new medication, Pitavastatin, in the evening after dinner; the one for heart rate control needs to be taken on an empty stomach, preferably with the Felodipine sustained-release tablets…

In truth, Qi Ruiqing had already prepared the daily dosages for his mother. He just wanted to use her own tactics against her.

Sure enough, his mother shut her mouth and hurried out with her luggage. Qi Ruiqing followed with a grin, helping her carry the bags and seeing her off.

By the way, you…

His mother suddenly turned around. Her gaze shifted, and her serious tone gave Qi Ruiqing a start.

That volunteer thing of yours… if you can avoid going, then don’t go.

Why? It’s not safe.

Qi Ruiqing looked at his mother quietly.

Sigh, I know I can’t talk you out of it. His mother waved her hand and stepped into the elevator. Be careful, don’t do anything reckless. Your mom is leaving now.

Yeah… goodbye.

The elevator doors closed before his eyes, and the iron box carrying his mother descended. Qi Ruiqing watched the numbers drop to one, then watched from the window as his mother got into a car. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey, it’s okay now.

By the door, Shen Molin, who had been crouching until he was exhausted, had already sat down against the wall. His eyes were misty with sleep as he rubbed them and looked up at the overbearing landlord approaching him.

Ah, what… I fell asleep… Don’t sleep here. If you want to sleep, go to the bed.

This giant bird that only Qi Ruiqing could see twisted his neck dizzily and then began to whimper.

My legs are numb… Then make them not numb. But I’m sleepy…

Qi Ruiqing reached out, grabbed the back of Shen Molin’s head, and pulled the uninvited guest inside like he was hauling a stray dog.

How are you so light… Uh… sleepy…

The door slammed shut with a thud.

…

In any case, things were going very smoothly… he had brought Shen Molin out.

No one had noticed along the way, and the other party had been exceptionally cooperative. Qi Ruiqing had returned home without any obstacles, just in time to send his mother off on her trip.

Perhaps because he was injured, or perhaps because it was broad daylight, Shen Molin looked tired and drowsy. Qi Ruiqing had just taken out the dumplings his mom mentioned to boil them when he heard snoring from the sofa behind him.

He was currently very low on energy, similar to having low blood sugar.

Shen Molin, Qi Ruiqing shook him, wake up.

I am awake. He heard Shen Molin gasping with effort. What… now?

Tell me, what’s going on with you?

His communication with Shen Molin had cut off the moment the vibration occurred. Qi Ruiqing could only guess what had happened on that end.

Oh… I thought you wouldn’t want to know…

Shen Molin seemed to regain a bit of strength. He used Qi Ruiqing’s shoulder to sit up, squinting his eyes as he began to recall from a first-person perspective.

Oh… I was saying… my theory was wrong. The black hole effect is similar to the Third Law… the collective and the individual should be calculated equally…

Tell me those theories next time. I’m asking how you ended up like this.

At that, Shen Molin collapsed like a deflated ball.

The original explosion center black hole… swallowed the energy of this explosion… the energy flow speed was too great, and I was swept away too…

Why did that sound like Shen Molin had almost died again?

Do you know how dangerous it is now? Qi Ruiqing punched him crossly.

But it was useful… it was different from my previous experimental results… Try talking about your experiments and energy again and see what happens!

He gave Shen Molin a push, costing him another handful of feathers. Shen Molin fell to the other side, slumped against a cushion in silent sorrow.

Qi Ruiqing, are you trying to kill me?

Of course not.

Mutation, distortion, and the pile of laws and energy Shen Molin talked about—the root of it all was thought. Obsessive thoughts created monsters, and the therapy for early-stage mutation was to calm those obsessions.

Shen Molin’s obsession was the pursuit of knowledge.

You’re wrong about this… Shen Molin pointed out his flight of fancy. If it were really that simple, why would the government need to build defense lines? The reason they can’t win is inevitably because a quantitative change leads to a qualitative change. This is consistent with the reason for the third failed explosion.

But the power of thought was also Shen Molin’s life source. He refuted Qi Ruiqing’s judgment with logic and evidence, his speech becoming coherent and forceful.

You’re not like them. Qi Ruiqing tried his best to argue his case. You have a clear consciousness, but they don’t.

But logic is the driving force of my survival. According to your theory, I would have to stop thinking to completely cure my illness. Shen Molin added, And I don’t think I’m sick.

A patient naturally wouldn’t think they were sick—this was the most common case in psychiatry.

I’m not trying to make you stop thinking. Normal eating and sleeping are essential for a human. But just like quitting alcohol or smoking, you have to cut off your dependence on thought energy.

Shen Molin buried his face helplessly in the pillow. …Hiss.

What? I’ll starve to death.

The dumplings were ready. Qi Ruiqing brought them out and crouched in front of Shen Molin, picking one up for him.

Then, let’s take in some normal energy.

He held the precarious dumpling, which was about to be pinched in half, and offered it to Shen Molin. But this guy wouldn’t take the easy way, clutching the pillow like a sulking brat.

…Hiss hiss… Then he whimpered again, unable to speak human words.

Qi Ruiqing was helpless: Whimper again and the dumpling is going to hit the floor!

Qi Ruiqing… my body can no longer digest food normally… Shen Molin finally willing to turn his face. Put it down, I’ll use my own method…

His own method? Fine, as long as he was willing to eat. Qi Ruiqing breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back. He set out the plate and chopsticks, watching as Shen Molin sat up from the sofa with a swaying, elastic motion.

It would just be a bit of messy eating or strange movements… It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Shen Molin eating people before; this was no big deal…

Whoosh. The contents of the plate suddenly vanished as if they had evaporated. Shen Molin opened his hands, rolled his eyes, and something slid down his throat.

Pffft… He collapsed again like he was leaking air.

…Where are the dumplings? Did you eat them? Only a breath of ash remained on the chopsticks.

Shen Molin pointed to his head, then to his stomach.

Huh? Digesting food… is not as good as… converting it directly into energy…

He didn’t understand.

Incinerated. Shen Molin spat out the word.

Qi Ruiqing pressed his hand to his forehead, his vision going dark as he nearly fainted.

Don’t look at me like that, you’re making it seem like I’ve committed a heinous crime. Shen Molin looked as bitter as a bitter melon. This bit of energy is a drop in the bucket compared to my usual intake; compared to my hunger, it’s like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis’s arm.

They aren’t on the same magnitude, Qi Ruiqing. The efficiency is negative; it doesn’t even cover the loss incurred while eating!

Ah… this… was the problem that big?

Then… is the hunger you feel to eat also a desire? Can that be turned into energy? Your question is roughly equivalent to: if a person stands on a wooden block connected only to a fixed pulley and pulls the rope, can they pull themselves up?

Of course not!

…

The night owl slept until evening. Qi Ruiqing made him eat a bit more in the middle of it, terrified that Shen Molin might stop breathing in his sleep.

Energy, energy… insufficient supply. This was indeed a very serious problem. Qi Ruiqing sat down and began to look through materials. He had to find a way for Shen Molin to live as a human.

Mental health, psychiatric disorders… but this was no longer entirely within his professional scope. The accident, the explosion, and that man’s mutation… in a sense, it had long been an irreversible disaster, a terminal illness. In fact, the moment he saw Shen Molin alive, it had already surpassed Qi Ruiqing’s universal understanding.

Forget it, he had been on leave for a month; it was only natural that he didn’t understand the situation.

Qi Ruiqing made a call to a colleague at the hospital.

Are you planning to come back to work? Can’t I just ask? Haha, of course. It’s just… if the patient has a Phase Two moderate mutation or higher, we don’t prescribe medication. The director tried it before; it either has negligible effect or the opposite of what’s intended.

In general, those with a Phase Two moderate mutation or higher already show visible physical distortion. You can’t expect their bodily functions or physiological structure to be the same as a normal person’s.

The sentence above was spoken by Shen Molin. He rolled over beside Qi Ruiqing, his hazy eyes staring at him.

Why are you awake? Who? What? Oh, nothing… a friend, go back to sleep.

Things like three heads and six arms grow out of the flesh; in the subconscious, they are all part of the body. Can you imagine that feeling? Shen Molin was still talking.

Qi Ruiqing covered his mouth.

For Phase Two moderate and above, we usually contact the operating room first to excise redundant tissue, then admit them for conservative inpatient treatment.

Qi Ruiqing turned his head to stare at Shen Molin.

You wouldn’t want to… Shen Molin pulled back his wings.

…During that time, patients generally split into two attitudes: one is similar to Body Integrity Identity Disorder, where they believe other normal tissues should also be amputated; the other is like phantom limb syndrome, where they can still feel the excised parts, and some can even regrow them within a few days.

Qi Ruiqing turned his head back. He pressed his hand into the wing, rubbing Shen Molin’s downy feathers, dismissing that cruel thought.

In truly severe cases, we still prescribe some medicine. Depending on the two categories, we might use Gabapentin combined with Duloxetine or something…

Those are all prescription drugs…

Fine, I get it. I have things to do, hanging up… Hey, wait, are you really coming back to work? Actually, the director said…

No time. Qi Ruiqing dropped the line and irritably hung up the phone.

He tossed the phone aside and fell onto the bed, exhausted.

You’re pinning my wing. Shen Molin pulled out his phantom limb. He turned on his side, blinking blankly as he stared at Qi Ruiqing.

Shen Molin. Yeah. Normal people have thought energy too, right?

Shen Molin hesitated for a moment. Yeah…

Is it a lot? Is it enough for you to eat?

He turned his head, meeting the doubt in Shen Molin’s eyes.

…One or two people definitely wouldn’t be enough. Shen Molin rolled over. The First Law states that under normal circumstances, an ethereal entity will not exceed the load-bearing limit of the physical entity.

Fine.

Qi Ruiqing, why do you insist on trying to prove things that have absolutely no factual basis?

Why…

Qi Ruiqing slapped Shen Molin’s backside and sat up.

Ow! How can you hit me there… Get out, I’m taking you to a buffet.

…

A ticket for one, because no one could see Shen Molin.

Qi Ruiqing sat in a distant, secluded corner. In front of him was Shen Molin, who was leaning back with his arms crossed lazily.

I really like this buffet. They have hotpot and barbecue. If you want oysters, go over there and get some.

Shen Molin looked on with disdain.

Eat something. I can’t get my money’s worth alone. The food here is unlimited; even small amounts add up to fill your stomach.

Black pepper steak, grilled to medium-well, with extra pepper sprinkled on top, cut into small pieces and wrapped in lettuce—assembly line style. Shen Molin used to love eating it that way. Especially that time he competed with Qi Ruiqing to see who could get their money’s worth from this high-priced buffet; his disheveled appearance back then was nothing like his usual self.

Qi Ruiqing prepared the food for him just as he had in the past, but he had long forgotten that things were no longer the same.

Qi Ruiqing, haven’t you realized it yet?

Shen Molin looked at him with a somewhat pitying gaze. You’re about to get sick too.

Haven’t you noticed that your phone is actually lost?

But the object that was supposedly lost was currently sitting right by Qi Ruiqing’s hand. The time, battery level, and wallpaper on the screen were all as ordinary as before.

It’s with me. Shen Molin took another identical phone from his pocket. That one is just a false object mutated from your subconscious actions.

Shen Molin was absolutely certain; he had looked exactly like this before the third failed explosion.

How can you prove mine is fake? Qi Ruiqing shook his head. He hadn’t never seen this kind of patient—patients who thought the doctor was wrong. They were always arrogant and self-righteous.

Because I did indeed take it. How can you prove that the action of taking it wasn’t something you imagined? Because I know everything that’s in this phone! Of course you know, because you used to…

Are you here alone, sir? A waiter suddenly appeared, very observant, and brought over a large teddy bear. Do you need some company?

Their debate was terminated. Qi Ruiqing quickly grabbed the doll that was about to be placed on Shen Molin.

The little bear sat next to Qi Ruiqing. Its two black eyes reflected the oily light from the pot as it tilted its head lifelessly toward Shen Molin.

Shen Molin tucked in his wings to avoid the other fools who couldn’t see him, also tilting his head to stare at the doll. His brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and his expression grew angrier.

Finally, he raised his hand and swiped, knocking the big bear from Qi Ruiqing’s side onto the floor with a slap.

Qi Ruiqing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Are you still in the order-sensitive phase, kid?

Hmph. Shen Molin’s extra-long cowlick quivered as he turned his head away.

Just like a little brat… Qi Ruiqing decided to fill his own stomach first and stop worrying about him.

What a noisy, broken place. Shen Molin grumbled to himself. Disgusting, filthy, negligent, expensive, noisy, low-quality, perfunctory, crowded, smelly, pathetic…

Shen Molin’s descriptions grew quieter, gradually calming down.

Qi Ruiqing chuckled as he cut his steak, intentionally not looking at him. What? Run out of words? Or are you dazed by the aroma…

There was no answer. The surroundings were deathly silent. Silence spread, surging like a flood to swallow everyone in the restaurant. The people who had been chatting or happily enjoying their food just a moment ago suddenly had the smiles on their faces freeze and fade, turning into an eerie calm.

What… what’s going on… Qi Ruiqing looked at Shen Molin, who had his head lowered. Shen Molin?

Mmm… yeah… Shen Molin, you…

Shen Molin’s body began to tremble. He reached out and gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Heh… hehe… He slowly raised his head, his face flushed with an abnormal redness.

Delicious… delicious…

Qi Ruiqing seemed to see the surrounding energy being gradually drawn in by Shen Molin. He stood up abruptly, finally realizing what Shen Molin was doing.

Shen Molin, stop! Don’t do this! Don’t do this!

Everyone’s expressions grew dim, their movements becoming sluggish as if their minds were being drained, while Shen Molin’s trembling grew more intense.

So good… so good! So pure, so fragrant… so good!! Shen Molin, calm down! Stop it!

Qi Ruiqing shook Shen Molin’s shoulders desperately, attempting to calm him down, but Shen Molin merely glanced at him. The greed in his eyes sent a shock through Qi Ruiqing’s entire body.

Good… Shen Molin squeezed hard, and the tabletop cracked.

In his desperation, Qi Ruiqing grabbed a dining knife and slashed it across Shen Molin’s face.

Blood sprayed out, and everything around them instantly returned to normal. People’s chatter resumed, wondering why it had suddenly gone quiet for a moment.

Shen Molin lowered his head, clutching his face and coughing painfully. His wings trembled, pushing Qi Ruiqing down onto his lap.

Qi Ruiqing…

Qi Ruiqing heard anger and dissatisfaction. He looked up and saw a terrifying madness flowing within those amber eyes.

But those emotions quickly dissipated. Shen Molin let out a heavy sigh and carefully covered Qi Ruiqing with his wings.

I know it’s wrong… I couldn’t help myself… He spoke weakly to Qi Ruiqing, leaning over the table. I’m sorry.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Qi Ruiqing cupped his face, his thumb gently wiping away the wound under Shen Molin’s eye.

You’re already doing great.

Really?

Yes, really.

Are you two guests alright? The waiter walked over, clearly noticing Shen Molin’s terrible complexion.

I’m fine.

Qi Ruiqing looked at him in confusion. Two people? I thought you couldn’t be…

Without those wings, without the strange feathers, the Shen Molin from his memory smiled at him tiredly and gently, as if offering him compensation.

It’s fine… I’ll eat something after all…

…

But perhaps Shen Molin was right, and they were all right; I am indeed gradually being controlled by my emotions.

That explosion happened to be the day before my mother went into the hospital for surgery.

He had to go back, to go back safe and sound. He couldn’t fall apart in front of his mother—he couldn’t miss out on the person who raised him for the sake of someone he had already lost.

Mom would cry.

So, when he left Shen Molin behind and fled, he didn’t hesitate much.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but ask himself: had he really thought about finding help for Shen Molin? Or was it just an excuse to absolve his selfishness?

Perhaps he didn’t truly love Shen Molin.

Perhaps it was just post-traumatic stress, just a guilt that shouldn’t exist.

But if that were true, why did he always remember the genuine happiness he once shared with Shen Molin whenever he saw that face now?

Qi Ruiqing…

The bedroom door was pushed open gently. The strange man stared with bright yellow eyes, calling him softly.

Hmm?

Qi Ruiqing felt something large stealthily climbing onto his bed. The hem of Shen Molin’s short-sleeved shirt brushed against his ear; he remembered cutting up one of his own pajamas for Shen Molin’s wings.

What’s wrong? I want to sleep. Aren’t you nocturnal?

Shen Molin pulled the quilt slightly. I need to fix my jet lag.

His wings covered Qi Ruiqing, just like they had in that library constructed by thought.

Perhaps I should tell him the truth. Shen Molin has the right to understand who he really is.

Shen Molin. Yeah. Do you keep wanting to know what the relationship between you and me is?

Shen Molin didn’t speak.

I guessed it.

In less than a week, the alert Shen Molin had turned into such a clingy fellow. The answer to this question wasn’t hard to find.

I think you guessed wrong.

But that wasn’t the case… now, it wasn’t the case.

Ex-boyfriend.

Shen Molin was somewhat surprised. We already broke up?

Yes, the kind where we haven’t seen each other for a long time.

That proves we shouldn’t have been apart.

…I’m glad you think so.

Shen Molin’s hand reached out from behind, gently cupping Qi Ruiqing’s face. His index finger rested on the bridge of his nose, catching the warm breath he exhaled.

I’ll try not to be so boring this time.

Goodnight, Qi Ruiqing.