Chapter 370: Could it be

Ji Xiang was startled; the patient seemed somewhat irritable.

Had they already become irritable before the gastric lavage even started?

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor also frowned as they looked at the patient, seemingly assessing the patient's compliance.

"Doctor..." The patient felt a bit embarrassed at this moment, hurriedly suppressing their discomfort, and explained, "I feel terribly unwell, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Lie flat, let me take a look." The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor did not bicker with the patient and began the physical examination.

The patient's heart rate was 100 beats/minute, blood pressure 98/65 mmHg, consciousness clear, mild irritability, skin dry, and heart and lung auscultation showed no abnormalities.

The medical history was clear: after consuming about 300ml of floral water around 16:00 in the afternoon, symptoms such as nausea and vomiting appeared.

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor instructed the Nurse to connect the QZD-B automatic high-efficiency gastric lavage machine and to use small liquid volumes and low pressure for repeated flushing.

After finishing the medical orders, the Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor didn't even bother to look at the patient again and turned to leave.

For an Emergency Department doctor, whether it was eating undercooked green beans or drinking 300ml of floral water, the treatment was the same.

Gastric lavage, fluid replacement, and once the "leftover food" in the stomach was vomited out, arrange for observation; for severe cases, use some Proton Pump Inhibitor—the routine was simple and clear.

The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor considered it routine, but Ji Xiang watched with great interest.

So this was how a patient who drank 300ml of floral water presented; Ji Xiang deeply memorized this scene, certain that they would not panic if they encountered a similar patient in the future.

Incidentally, Ji Xiang took out their phone and searched for the effects of oral floral water.

"Old Meng, what are you doing?" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor walked out of the Emergency Rescue Room and ran into Meng Qingfei, who had just come out to check the situation after hearing the patient's roaring.

Meng Qingfei seemed a bit sluggish; he hesitated for a moment, and Ji Xiang noticed his gaze was fixed on the patient in the rescue room.

"Old Meng, what's wrong?" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor was also a bit puzzled.

"Nothing." Meng Qingfei subconsciously placed his hands behind his back and wiped them on the seat of his White Uniform, as if he had just washed his hands.

"The patient might have poor alcohol metabolism; they are red and hot all over and acting like a drunkard—what a mess! I'm going to get busy." The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor hurried back to the Consultation Room at a trot; over there, the patient already showed signs of a pile-up.

"Meng Laoshi, what is wrong with you?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I've seen 6 patients who drank floral water and needed gastric lavage, but this patient is different somewhere." Meng Qingfei looked at the patient preparing for lavage with flickering eyes, his face grave.

"Different?" Ji Xiang was surprised, "The symptoms from the inquiry and physical examination are exactly the same as what Zhao Ge said."

Meng Qingfei thought for a moment and tilted his head, seemingly in thought, but a few seconds later, he smiled helplessly.

"Maybe I'm just being suspicious."

He took another look at the patient's Cardiac Monitor and turned to leave with Ji Xiang.

"Xiao Ji, I ordered beef dumplings for you," Meng Qingfei said. "Last time I ordered the braised beef, I saw you eating it with great relish."

"I'm fine with eating anything," Ji Xiang said. "Meng Laoshi, what exactly do you think is wrong with the patient in the rescue room?"

Even if Meng Qingfei wanted to forget the feeling that had made him uncomfortable just a moment ago, he couldn't withstand Ji Xiang's repeated reminders.

"I can't put my finger on it, I just feel like something is wrong." Meng Qingfei was full of suspicion, "The patient's vital signs are stable, so there shouldn't be any problems..."

As he spoke, Meng Qingfei's upper body "walked" forward while his feet remained nailed to the ground like spikes; if Ji Xiang hadn't reached out to steady him, he would have likely tripped flat on his face.

"Meng Laoshi, be careful."

"Uh... hahaha, I must have senile dementia, my hands and feet aren't coordinated." Meng Qingfei joked to himself.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh~~~" Violent retching sounds came from behind.

Not to mention Meng Qingfei, even Ji Xiang was used to the sound of patients vomiting during gastric lavage in the Emergency Department.

There were patients needing gastric lavage in every shift; it was fine at this hour, but in the middle of the night, there were even more people who came to the hospital for lavage and IV drips after drinking too much.

"Doctor Lang! The patient isn't cooperating, take a look!" The Nurse stood at the entrance of the Emergency Rescue Room and shouted angrily.

Meng Qingfei shrugged, "Gastric lavage is so uncomfortable, it would be strange if they could cooperate."

As he said this, he looked back again.

Ji Xiang also looked over; the Family Member was pressing down on the patient's body, but the patient's hands were still waving, as if struggling.

The heart rate on the Cardiac Monitor had already reached 130 beats/minute, which was considered to be caused by the intense movements of refusing the gastric lavage just now.

"Xiao Ji, do you drink alcohol?" Meng Qingfei asked absent-mindedly.

"I can drink a little, but I basically don't," Ji Xiang replied. "I drink a couple of glasses during family gatherings every Chinese New Year, but that's only two glasses."

"Drink less." Meng Qingfei returned to the Emergency Surgery Consultation Room and almost bumped his head into the door while turning.

"Zhao Ge, be careful, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Zhe asked in confusion.

Seeing Meng Qingfei was distracted, Ji Xiang remembered that elderly patient who took Estazolam year-round and had also eaten a large amount of pomelo.

If it hadn't been for Meng Qingfei waking him up, the patient would have just slept in the waiting hall; by the time rhabdomyolysis was discovered, the person might not have been saved.

This was the intuition of an old doctor; Ji Xiang felt it wasn't that simple and held his breath, entering the System Space.

"Zhao Ge, it should be fine. There is alcohol in the floral water; it's likely alcohol intolerance, just like being drunk," Zhao Zhe said. "I've seen similar patients; once they drink too much, you can't even hold them back."

"Once, a traffic policeman was checking for drunk driving and brought a guy who had been drinking to draw blood; that guy was truly fierce and refused to let them draw blood no matter what."

"He almost hit the Nurse in the Treatment Room; I quickly pulled the Nurse out, and then there was a 'bang, bang, bang' inside. In the end, that guy absolutely refused to let them draw blood, and the traffic police couldn't do anything either. The truly fierce fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't value their lives. People who drink too much are like that; if they really drink until they're a pile of mush..."

Zhao Zhe was still rambling when Ji Xiang suddenly had a serious expression, "Meng Laoshi, could this behavior of the patient be called irritability?"

"Irritability?" Meng Qingfei's eyes lit up, but he immediately fell into deep thought.

Ji Xiang's words pointed out a direction; if it wasn't agitation caused by the gastric lavage, explaining it as irritability seemed to open up more possibilities.

"Family Member, hold the person down!" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor's voice came.

This was also normal; for gastric lavage, you often have to hold the patient down.

Meng Qingfei suddenly turned around, his "ailment" of uncoordinated hands and feet vanished, and he ran to the Emergency Rescue Room at a trot.

"Xiao Lang, don't remove the Cardiac Monitor yet!" Meng Qingfei said.

"Ah, Old Meng, what's going on?" The Emergency Internal Medicine Doctor was removing the electrode pads, preparing to hold the patient down for the lavage. She looked up upon hearing Meng Qingfei's words, looking at him in confusion.

"Take another look, take another look." Meng Qingfei didn't know why either, but his intuition told him something was wrong. Especially the question Ji Xiang asked—irritability, like a key, had already opened the door.

(End of chapter)