Chapter 529: Yuanfang, What Do You Think?

Soon, the camera cut away, and the female Patient walked back.

Having wiped off her lipstick, her lips were visibly pale under the camera, and one could tell at a glance that something was not right.

Several Experts frowned; it was clear they also saw that something was amiss.

"How long has your condition been like this?" Yang Zhuren asked.

"A few months, I suppose, I didn't pay much attention," the female Patient said. "It might be because of my anemia."

If a woman has heavy bleeding during her menstrual cycle, anemia can occur; there is nothing to be concerned about there.

But layering in what Ji Xiang had just said, the Experts whispered among themselves for a moment, then had a Nurse take the Patient to draw blood for testing.

"Lao Yang, what do you think?" one Doctor asked.

"I don't know," Yang Zhuren said cautiously.

In front of the cameras, Yang Zhuren dared not talk nonsense; he was very cautious. Coupled with the unique nature of this Patient, his caution was doubled.

"That shouldn't be right. If it were carbon monoxide poisoning... would she get poisoned just from eating a few hot pot meals?"

"Let's look at the results. Wait a moment, it will be quick."

"That's all we can do."

……

……

In the Review Room, the Guangtou Zhuchiren twisted his mouth and asked, "Professor Shen, what is your take on this?"

"Carbon monoxide poisoning is common. In the United States, there are over 50,000 cases of emergency department visits due to carbon monoxide poisoning every year. Sources of carbon monoxide include faulty stoves, poorly ventilated heating equipment, and exposure to engine exhaust."

"There are no detailed statistics in the country, but I estimate the percentage should be slightly higher than in the United States."

"Clinically, most cases seen are acute carbon monoxide poisoning."

"But that's not how I understand carbon monoxide poisoning," the Guangtou Zhuchiren said with a twisted mouth. "It seems like you have to be rushed to the hospital by emergency services. Isn't burning charcoal for suicide a form of carbon monoxide poisoning?"

"Yes," Professor Shen nodded. "The symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning are non-specific. Mild exposure can cause headache, myalgia, dizziness, or neuropsychiatric impairment. Severe exposure to carbon monoxide can lead to confusion, loss of consciousness, or death."

"You are talking about severe carbon monoxide poisoning, while the Patient... might be suffering from mild exposure."

As Professor Shen spoke, he thought of the contradictions in his own judgment and hesitated slightly.

At the same time, the screen split in two. Ji Xiang had moved to a different spot, and he explained with a smile, "Patients with subclinical exposure may only realize they are poisoned after an acute incident or upon accidentally discovering a carbon monoxide leak."

Although Bai Chuzhang and Liu Zhuren, sitting in the Feiyang Old Shop, were both professionals, their understanding of such a "rare" disease as carbon monoxide poisoning was not that deep, and they were stunned, unable to say a word.

But as they followed Ji Xiang's line of reasoning, they felt it was meticulous and perfectly logical.

Although it all seemed incredible, there were no issues with the logic of Ji Xiang's words.

Carboxyhemoglobin might not necessarily be the issue; what Ji Xiang said was just one possibility.

But this was not a clinical setting; it was a variety show. Since it could be broadcast, did that mean Ji Xiang was right?

Bai Chuzhang frowned in thought.

"Lao Bai, what do you think?"

"Don't talk like that, it sounds like asking Yuanfang what he thinks," Bai Chuzhang said casually. "I suspect this is a big deal; we need to rule out criminal cases first."

"A criminal case?!" Liu Zhuren was surprised.

"Only long-term, frequent exposure to a low-density carbon monoxide environment would cause symptoms to become increasingly obvious. The key is that when such symptoms come to the hospital for consultation, the Doctor has nothing much to say."

Liu Zhuren recalled the part where Ji Xiang took the history and nodded.

Indeed, if he encountered such a Patient in the Outpatient Department, he would definitely have her get a Head CT, or at most, wait in line for a neuron test. Who would check a dance teacher for carboxyhemoglobin for no reason?

Would they have nothing better to do?

If it were Ji Xiang who encountered this Patient in the Outpatient Department, he would probably have dismissed her too.

But this time, because that middle-aged woman from the Nursing Department deliberately made things difficult for Ji Xiang, it led Ji Xiang to ask a few more questions.

By a stroke of luck, it was so coincidental that even Bai Chuzhang felt a bit dazed when recalling the whole process.

"Lao Bai, how do you think Ji Xiang diagnosed it?" Liu Zhuren asked in a low voice.

At this very moment, looking at Ji Xiang's smile on the television, Liu Zhuren felt a hint of awe, and even his voice became much quieter.

As a veteran in Clinical practice, he could not reconstruct Ji Xiang's thought process.

Although there were faint traces to be found if one backtracked, it still felt as elusive and ethereal as an antelope hanging its horns to leave no tracks.

"I don't know, I have absolutely no idea," Bai Chuzhang admitted for the first time that he was also stumped.

Liu Zhuren did not praise Ji Xiang; his mind was not on that right now. He stared intently at the television, not blinking once.

The program was edited; in less than a minute, a female Doctor walked in holding a report.

"Boss, the carboxyhemoglobin level is 18%."

"!!!"

It actually

was true!

Ji Xiang had "guessed" it right again!

The Experts present crowded around; they all wanted to see the value on the lab report at the same time.

The value appeared clearly on the report, in black and white; the Patient really was suffering from chronic carbon monoxide poisoning!

"Do you usually eat charcoal hot pot?" Yang Zhuren asked.

"My boyfriend likes to eat Old Beijing Charcoal Hot Pot, saying the taste is authentic," the female Patient replied in a daze.

"How often do you eat it?"

"About once a week."

"Every time you finish eating, do you open the windows for ventilation?"

The female Patient recalled carefully and shook her head, indicating no.

That's it; charcoal from a charcoal hot pot releases carbon monoxide when it doesn't burn completely. Of course, a short time is fine, but if one stays in the room for a long time, plus the frequency of once a week...

"Admit the Patient first and provide symptomatic treatment," an Expert said cautiously.

After the Patient was taken away by another Doctor, the room full of Experts walked out at the same time.

Where they were going went without saying.

Soon, they arrived at the Consultation Room specially set up for the production team.

"Ma, you go out first," Yang Zhuren said bluntly to the woman sitting in front of Ji Xiang.

The woman nodded and turned to leave.

"Ji Yisheng, how did you judge it?" Yang Zhuren asked.

"What is the carboxyhemoglobin level?" Ji Xiang asked in return.

"The carboxyhemoglobin level is 18%."

"Yang Laoshi, call the police," Ji Xiang said.

"!!!"

The Experts in the room and everyone watching the program via internet terminals were stunned.

How did this lousy program shift from a workplace rookie getting rubbed the wrong way upon entering the workplace to a crime-solving drama?!

Moreover, Ji Xiang said this sentence extremely seriously, without a hint of joking or teasing in his expression.

The young man's blood surged, and that sense of justice—the kind that steps in when the road is uneven—was displayed vividly and thoroughly.

Only at this moment did Ji Xiang look like a young man who had just stepped into society.

(End of this chapter)