Chapter 1331: with translation of chapter title

"Mental illness? This is also a routine tactic to avoid punishment for drunk driving." Cui Lao answered firmly.

He did not lose his principles because he admired Zheng Ren.

It seems Cui Lao is determined not to play favors; their values align, and Zheng Ren is still happy.

Although he was rebuked, he was still happy; Su Yun felt her Boss's thinking was truly weird.

"No, Cui Lao." Zheng Ren laughed: "Let me clarify one thing: whether a person should be detained for seven or fifteen days, I don't care."

"Huh?" Cui Lao was stunned this time.

"I suggest checking the patient's intestinal candida to clarify the medical history." Zheng Ren said: "I'm considering that the patient might have intestinal fermentation syndrome."

Intestinal fermentation syndrome, also called auto-brewery syndrome. Many doctors publicly state that it is a disease that does not exist.

The examinations related to drunk driving for women outside are blank; Cui Lao has only heard of this disease but does not accept it.

"Little Zheng, sit down and speak." Cui Lao sighed and said: "No matter what our relationship is, as doctors we must act according to our conscience."

"Drunk driving causes great harm. How many spouses are separated, how many families are destroyed directly by drunk driving." Cui Lao's cloudy eyes flickered slightly, as if recalling many past events.

"Cui Lao, I know." Zheng Ren said: "I haven't lied either; I also especially hate drunk driving."

Two people with identical views actually got into an argument. Su Yun felt the scene before her was utterly absurd and ridiculous.

"Auto-brewery syndrome lacks corresponding theoretical support clinically." Cui Lao said.

The United States Infectious Disease Society's 2009 Clinical Practice Guidelines state that candida is the most common fungus infecting humans and can involve any organ. When the human immune system is low, many originally harmless bacteria can break this immune equilibrium and even cause infections throughout the body.

Now in the United States, some people have started using white candida infection as a defense for drunk driving; I don't want this to happen domestically. Cui Lao said.

Zheng Ren smiled.

This isn't something that can be prevented just by wishing it not to happen; Cui Lao is still an idealist, and Zheng Ren greatly admires him.

This is what it means to have wandered half a lifetime and returned still youthful.

Although his appearance has aged, that youthful spirit has never changed.

Even if human relations are like a grindstone,

Even if frost and wind are like a blade.

Such a person deserves respect.

"Cui Lao, I understand your feelings." Zheng Ren said earnestly: "The patient's family, I am merely acquainted with them; they told me that as long as no serious accident is caused, detention for drunk driving is bearable. But they suspect that someone is using petty tricks."

"Heh!" Cui Lao gave a cold snort.

"I also know that auto-brewery syndrome may be due to an overabundance of yeast or white candida in the gastrointestinal tract, leading to production and absorption of excessively high alcohol concentrations in the blood. But because the disease lacks universality, a definitive conclusion cannot be drawn." Zheng Ren said.

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's do a routine bacterial identification." Zheng Ren said: "I'm worried that the patient, due to certain illnesses, has been taking large amounts of oral antibiotics long-term, resulting in residual white candida."

Cui Lao didn't speak, merely pondering what Zheng Ren said.

"Alcohol metabolized by the liver over the long term could lead to chronic liver failure, which is far more serious than detention; that's what I mean." Zheng Ren said.

Cui Lao nodded and said: "Alright, you may go back; I'll handle this side."

Zheng Ren knew Cui Lao had two reasons for doing this.

Protecting oneself and being on guard—both are covered. The old man is still cautious in his actions; no matter what he says, he insists on punishing drunk drivers severely.

This is good, really good.

Zheng Ren stood up, bowed deeply, and then left.

Being able to get Cui Lao to write an extra prescription for the patient to check whether there is white candida in the intestines is already a big deal.

Zheng Ren does not hope, nor does he wish, that a drunk driver would just get away scot-free.

"Boss, are you talking nonsense or telling the truth?" Su Yun had some doubts.

"Without a detailed examination, how would I know what's going on?" Zheng Ren said: "But sending a routine stool sample for bacterial culture can give us an excuse and also let Song Ying rest easy. I think this is a good idea; what do you think?"

Zheng Ren brushed off the matter of the System Panel diagnosis.

Su Yun was half-believing, half-doubting, remembered this, and returned to the department with Zheng Ren.

After checking the postoperative patients, the elderly woman who had cerebral infarction surgery yesterday showed no uncomfortable symptoms; her ward had been emptied and taken over by Zhao Wenhua.

In Building 912, having a single room is also quite rare, Zheng Ren thought.

The patient's two sons are still carefree, seemingly unaware of how big a favor this is, and they don't feel they have caused any impact on others.

Zheng Ren has no particular objection to the two of them; as long as the patient can be discharged smoothly, the goal has been achieved.

Anything more, Zheng Ren does not expect.

Thinking back to how one of them fumbled in the morning, knocking over a cup and pulling out the gastric tube, Zheng Ren felt quite helpless.

But these have nothing to do with him.

Today's five patients are all stable, lying in bed chatting and laughing with their families. Only the patient with alien hand syndrome is angry with his daughter and doesn't speak even when seeing Zheng Ren.

Returning to the office, Zheng Ren sat in his usual spot, wanting to go to the System Space to read books and look for theories on turbulence.

After more than an hour, Su Yun came over and said: "Boss, I really suspect you are a rural clairvoyant little divine doctor."

"Don't talk nonsense; you were the one peeking at the widow bathing." Zheng Ren emerged from the System Space to distract Su Yun's attention.

Today I still have problems with what I'm doing, but it can still be explained.

"The routine stool sample has been sent to the lab; the bacterial culture has just begun. But the lab technician said that white candida membranes can be seen on the routine stool sample."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"After taking a secretion smear, fixing it, performing Gram staining, and observing under the Microscope, one can see clusters of Gram-positive oval spores and pseudohyphae. Although there is no final diagnosis yet, it should be a candida infection."

Zheng Ren smiled, picked up his phone, and made a call.

"Manager Song, greetings."

"Hmm, I just took a look."

"Please don't rush; hear me out." Zheng Ren said: "I discussed with the emergency Cui Lao—has your loved one recently been taking large amounts of oral antibiotics long-term?"