Electronic Nezha

Chapter 22 Traveling Together
"Please wait a moment," Chen Zihan's mother said, only three words.

“Okay…” I was extremely nervous, not knowing whether “wait a moment” meant she was waiting for me to remember who I was or that she was trying to find a solution.

After a moment, a man's voice said, "Director Du is a cardiology expert. I'd like him to come over now. His home isn't far from the hospital, so he should be here soon."

I was extremely grateful and kept saying thank you. Chen Zihan's father said it was nothing and hung up the phone.

My mom overheard only a few words, but she knew I had brought in reinforcements, and she clapped her hands with joy.

But my dad seemed impatient. He stretched his neck out so long that every breath he took seemed to be a great effort. Just then, two sizzling sounds came from the corner of the wall. Others wouldn't notice, but to me it was like heavenly music—it was the two little claws of the robot vacuum cleaner moving!

I dashed to the corner, crouched down to block others' view with my back, and whispered, "Yuan Yuan?"

"I'm here, Master." Its voice wasn't loud, as if it understood its current situation.

"you're awake?"

"Yes, it seems we've arrived at the hospital."

I said succinctly, "My dad's on an IV drip, but it's not working. He's almost passing out. Do you have any ideas?"

Yuan Yuan said, "I need to see the test report first—"

Before it could finish speaking, I darted out again. The young doctor was frantically flipping through the reports. I snatched them away, darted back, and placed them under Yuan Yuan's sensor: "Look!"

Yuan Yuan said, "Master... I have no eyes and can't see the content on paper media. Please take a picture or turn on your phone's camera to show me."

"Oh, oh." I hurriedly turned on the camera, found the right angle, and used the screen as a bridge to scan through the medical reports, including the payment receipts, which listed the specific medications used.

“We need to use glucose,” Yuan Yuan suddenly blurted out.

"what?"

"The medicine is fine, but the liquid needs to be glucose."

"The principle—or rather, how should I put it?" I understood that Yuan Yuan's task was complete at this stage, and what I needed to do next was the main event, which required some theoretical foundation:
In the hospital, the astonishing achievement of a patient's family forcing a doctor to change the treatment plan...

Yuan Yuan said, "It's very complicated!"

"I understand……"

It's a very complicated statement, but it reflects Yuan Yuan's high emotional intelligence. If Xiao Wu were to explain it to her, it would be something like, "With your intelligence, it's difficult for me to explain it clearly to you."

Yuan Yuan immediately added, "The old man has high blood sugar. Nine out of ten doctors would prescribe saline solution, but each case needs to be analyzed individually. Saline solution can put a strain on the heart. Using glucose and insulin as neutralizers is currently the best solution."

I squatted on the ground, listening intently, when my eyes inadvertently met those of the guy being resuscitated for being drunk. After he finished vomiting, he was staring intently at me and Yuan Yuan, and I actually saw a look of doubt on his face, as if he suspected he was drunk...

I walked firmly toward the young doctor, turned off the IV drip, and said to him in an unquestionable tone, "Prescribe another dose of the medicine, this time with glucose solution."

"What did you say?" The young doctor was a little confused.

I knew he heard me, and I reiterated, "Do as I say. If you're worried, I'm willing to sign a waiver or something..."

The doctor broke down, saying, "What kind of nonsense is this? You're a doctor, and I'm a doctor!" He sniffed and pointed at me, saying, "Are you drunk?"

The nurses were still busy, but eyes were gathering from all directions. My mom couldn't hold back any longer and tugged at me, saying, "Xiaofeng, what are you doing?"

I then told the young doctor, "My dad has high blood sugar, so we can use insulin as a neutralizing agent. Saline solution will put a strain on his heart." I used this as a pretext to throw out what Yuan Yuan could understand and use it to my advantage.

Sure enough, the young doctor's expression changed, and he said, "According to the examination report, the patient's condition is suitable for saline solution. Tell me why it would put a strain on the heart?"

This is the part that Yuanyuan mentioned as "very complicated." Don't tell me I don't know it; even if Yuanyuan explained it to me clearly, I still couldn't say. From this moment on, its medical knowledge has developed for another 75 years. There must be seemingly subtle differences in concepts that lead to different conclusions. Don't think that 75 years is nothing in the vast history of mankind. Think about 75 years ago, there were still many diseases that could mean death: pneumonia, tuberculosis, sepsis, or even a bleeding stomach ulcer, not to mention some cancers that have been conquered. Back then, the IV bottles were made of glass, the IV tubing was made of rubber, and the needles were reused and had to be sterilized by boiling.

Seeing my serious expression, the young doctor tentatively asked, "Is this what you do? Or did you hear about it from somewhere?"

Before I could answer, the drunkard suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, "The robot vacuum cleaner told him!"

boom--

Nurses and family members alike burst into laughter, filling the emergency room with a cheerful atmosphere. Even the person suffering from stomach cramps turned around and smiled—"You're not in pain anymore, are you?"
To create such an effect in the emergency room, I think my collaboration with the drunkard is even better than Uncle Benshan and Fan Wei's; it's simply the best performance of the day.

A burst of laughter propelled the young doctor to a higher level. He looked down at me and said, "There's no precedent for this. How can we do our job if every patient's family member is pointing fingers at us? Besides, I don't think there's anything wrong with giving an IV drip. In fact, your father's last medication was also given via IV drip."

My dad was still breathing out air with his mouth open—

I was furious. I pointed at my dad and yelled at the young doctor, "He's about to die! I didn't tell you to give him arsenic. Is it so hard to change an IV? I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

“You can’t afford this…” The young doctor looked at my face, then at my dad’s open mouth, and finally said to the head nurse, “I’ll rewrite the prescription and change it for him.”

The medication dispensing window was right across from the emergency room. While we were arguing in the emergency room, the nurse in charge of dispensing the medication was standing at the door watching, so when I handed her the new form, she already had the medication ready...

The new IV drip was applied, and everyone's attention was drawn to this side, intentionally or unintentionally. My dad ended up in the center of attention.

In just 20 minutes, my dad's wide-open mouth slowly closed, and he started snoring softly.

People were still busy with their own things, but the way they looked at me was different. I stood next to Yuan Yuan with my hands behind my back, feeling like a king (or perhaps a king) over the world. In this situation, I desperately wished my good buddy Wang Zili was here too, because he would definitely play "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" as background music for me.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing a black down jacket strode into the emergency room and asked as soon as he entered, "Did you bring in a patient with an acute myocardial infarction surnamed Liu?"

The young doctor said respectfully, "Director Du, what brings you here?"

It turned out that the old man was Director Du, the savior I had brought. I quickly went up to greet him.

The young doctor was pointing at me and whispering something to Director Du, his expression a mix of complaining and telling a ghost story. I could only slow down and wait for him to finish.

Director Du took the various reports and examined them carefully before concluding, "In this situation, using sugar water is the right thing to do."

Now it was confirmed, and the young doctor looked at me as if he had seen a ghost.

Director Du looked at me, extended his hand first, and said with a smile, "Which hospital does Xiao Liu work at? It's not one here, is it?"

I was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was treating me as a colleague. As for the following sentence, there was something fishy about it—he must know all the well-known local cardiology experts, so he asked if I was working in another city.

Unfortunately, my mom gave me the hint first: "He sells fruit across from the cold storage."

The vastly different effects of saline solution versus sugar solution treatment in this chapter are based on a real case I encountered in my life. However, you don't need to delve too deeply into it; just treat it as necessary for the story. When you go to the hospital, you should still listen to the doctor.

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