ryethenovel Chapter 10 Official Certification! This Dorm Room is Truly Addicted!
Chapter 10 Official Certification! This Dorm Room is Truly Addicted!
It's an old-style tenement building with dim lighting in the hallways.
The walls on both sides are covered with faded posters of various club activities.
There was an indescribable smell in the air.
The smell of laundry detergent, sweat, instant noodles, and a damp, musty odor mingled together.
Like a pot of soup that has been simmering for four years.
The two stopped at the door of dormitory room 308.
The male student took out his key and opened the door, and an even stronger smell wafted out from under the door.
Lin Mo stood at the door, his nostrils twitching slightly.
His pupils contracted noticeably.
Without making a sound, he took the medical mask out of his pocket and put it on.
The comments section was filled with laughter.
"He wore it, he really wore it."
"Official confirmation from the school doctor—this dorm room is toxic."
"Wearing a mask makes life and death unpredictable."
"I bet five cents he won't last three minutes inside."
The door opened, revealing a standard four-person dormitory room.
There is a bunk bed on each side.
There is a narrow passageway in the middle, at the end of which is a small balcony and a bathroom.
The table was piled with takeout boxes, instant noodle bowls, and several milk tea cups that had grown strange, fluffy growths.
The socks hanging on the windowsill stood stiff and rigid, like some kind of modern artwork.
But Lin Mo's gaze did not linger on these things.
His gaze was fixed as if drawn by a magnet.
It landed straight on the lower bunk on the side closest to the balcony.
The sheets on that bed.
If you can still call that a bed sheet.
The fabric, which should have been light gray, was crumpled into a strange yellowish-brown color.
It was covered with mold spots of all sizes.
Some are dark green, some are grayish-white, with a ring of dark water stains around the edges.
The pillow was in an even worse state, its surface covered with a layer of fine, white, downy mycelium. In the light streaming through the window, the mycelium trembled slightly, as if it were breathing.
There was also a large patch of damp and moldy residue on the wall behind the bed.
The paint on the wall is bubbling and cracking, and mold is spreading from the corner of the wall to the pillow.
This has formed a complete ecosystem.
There were two pairs of sneakers and a pair of socks that hadn't been washed in ages tucked under the bed.
The scent emanating from that location is the strongest and most penetrating of all.
The male student pointed to the bed, his voice carrying a sense of helplessness stemming from long-term oppression.
"School doctor, this is my roommate's bed."
Lin Mo did not speak.
He stood in front of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes above the mask squinting.
His gaze was as complex as an archaeologist examining newly unearthed ancient remains.
The bullet comments are no longer working.
"My God, what kind of biological weapon culture dish is this?"
"The bacterial colonies on that bed were more abundant than those in the petri dishes in my lab."
"The fluff on the pillow, is that real mold?"
"This bed sheet can stand up and walk by itself now, right?"
"It's a medical miracle that this student, who shares a dorm room with us, can survive in such an environment."
"I can smell the odor of those socks even through the screen."
"It is recommended that this dormitory apply for national biosafety laboratory accreditation."
"My eyes have been subjected to visual pollution."
"Is School Doctor Lin regretting not wearing protective clothing today?"
Lin Mo did indeed think so.
He took a deep breath, but the breath got stuck in his throat after he only managed to inhale half of it.
Even with the mask filtering it out, the smell still irresistibly entered his nasal cavity.
It was a smell that was a mixture of fermented foot sweat, mold growth, rotting clothes, and some indescribable decomposition of organic matter.
It was like a heavy punch, hitting his olfactory nerves directly.
He felt his stomach suddenly turn over.
A surge of acid rose straight up from the bottom of my stomach.
He turned around abruptly and ripped off his mask.
I rushed over to the trash can at the end of the dormitory corridor.
He bent over and began to dry heave.
The male student was terrified and limped after him.
Standing behind Lin Mo, she patted his back helplessly, asking, "School Doctor Lin! School Doctor Lin, are you alright? What happened to you?"
The comments section erupted in celebration at that moment.
"Hahahaha, the school doctor was so disgusted by the smell that he threw up."
"A medical miracle—a dormitory room that can make doctors vomit."
Lin Mo: In all my years of medical practice, I have never seen such filth.
"666666, this is 666666".
"This should be recorded in the school history: the first dormitory where the school doctor vomited on the spot."
"This is what you call a frog in a well who doesn't know the immensity of the sky and the earth. Spending too much time in the school clinic makes you unaware of how smelly the boys' dormitory is."
"I bet he lasted 30 seconds! He probably vomited after two minutes and thirty seconds!"
"Are you really keeping track of time, upstairs?"
"What would your roommate think if they came back and saw the school doctor vomiting next to their bed?"
"Fungal infection + biological weapon, this dormitory is now famous nationwide."
Lin Mo leaned against the wall.
I gagged for about ten seconds before slowly recovering.
He took the tissue the male student handed him and wiped his mouth.
He straightened up again, his face still a little pale.
But there was a calmness in his eyes that came after he had gone through a lot.
He put his mask back on and took a deep breath.
This time, I took two steps to the end of the corridor, to the side with fresh air.
Then he patted the male student on the shoulder.
"I'm fine."
His voice was still a little hoarse, but his tone was full of heartfelt emotion.
"But I have to say—classmate, I truly admire you for being able to live on the top bunk in this kind of environment and persevere until now. Your immune system is incredibly strong."
He gave the male student a thumbs up.
His expression was so serious that he didn't seem to be joking.
"Having lived in such a high concentration of fungus for who knows how long, you only got a fungal infection on your toes without developing allergic asthma, fungal pneumonia, or a serious skin infection. I would call your physical condition as iron."
The male student was a little embarrassed by the praise, scratched his head, and gave a dry laugh.
"Actually, the other two people in my dorm moved out last semester, so now it's just him and me... I'm used to it."
The chat erupted in laughter again.
"My other two roommates: We ran away a long time ago."
"You'll get used to it"—how much suffering is contained in that sentence?
"To live in such a place and still remain steadfast, this brother deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."
"The school doctor's way of praising you: Your immune system deserves praise."
Lin Mo: I've been a doctor for twenty years—oh, I'm only twenty-six—but I've never seen such a dirty bed!
"This dorm room should be included in the medical school entrance exam. Anyone who can live here for four years should be directly admitted to graduate school."
"I feel sorry for the guy in the top bunk. He's breathing fungus every day, not air."
"His upper respiratory tract is definitely at the level of a special forces soldier."
Lin Mo shook his head and went back into room 308.
He stood in front of the moldy bed.
He put his hands on his hips and scanned the scene before him.
His tone shifted from a moment of emotion to a professional assessment.
"Okay, jokes aside, let's get serious. Look at this bed—the pillows, the sheets, the walls—there's a huge amount of mold growing on it."
"Mold is a type of fungus that produces a large number of spores that are released into the air."