Chapter 2105: 2032 Splitting the Gate of Life and Death

Once acute laryngeal edema occurs, it can rapidly worsen, causing fatal airway obstruction.

Without tracheal intubation, patients generally die within 0.5 to 3 hours.

Zheng Ren contacted Zhou Litao, preparing several sets of tracheal intubation kits, incision packs, etc. From the 912 Emergency Department to President Sun's home, you don't need an ambulance; as long as you run, you'll be faster than me.

Regardless of life or death, prepare first. If needed, we won't be caught without it; we can use a rigid tube as a substitute.

That would be too crude.

Xie Yiren's car arrived downstairs at President Sun's home; as soon as she braked, Zheng Ren and Su Yun opened the car doors and jumped out.

The 119 fire brigade also just arrived, firefighters holding fire axes rushed up.

The situation was urgent; even Su Yun had no time to joke, the two sprinted all the way to the door.

The fire axe, being a professional tool, after a few strikes—

splitting the door open,

splitting the gate of life and death.

Medical staff rushed straight in, seeing President Sun collapsed on the ground, hand reaching forward, as if trying to crawl over to open the door.

But after crawling just a few steps, he fainted.

The emergency department doctor lightly touched the carotid artery, looked up and shouted, "Incision pack!"

Striding in, Zheng Ren saw President Sun's system panel pallid, yet still showing a diagnosis—allergic laryngeal edema, acute renal failure.

He also glanced at President Sun's lover lying to the side; the diagnosis was similar, the main diagnosis consistent.

Moreover,

The system has a diagnosis!

The person isn't dead yet!

Zheng Ren snatched the first-aid box from the nurse's hand, opened it on the spot, threw a tracheal intubation kit to Su Yun, took one for himself, and went to President Sun's side.

He laid the person flat, placed clothing under the shoulders, slightly elevated, exposing the neck.

Zheng Ren located the thyroid cartilage, hastily put on sterile gloves, took a handful of povidone-iodine disinfectant,

The emergency department doctor opened the blade and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren held the blade in his hand, cutting directly from the lower edge of the thyroid cartilage up to near the supraclavicular fossa.

He separated the sternohyoid and sternothyroid muscles, avoided the thyroid isthmus, and cut the trachea at the 3rd–4th tracheal rings.

At the moment of tracheotomy, a jet of high-pressure gas spurted out.

President Sun's chest began to rise and fall.

Zheng Ren knew he had almost done his best, hoping President Sun's condition would improve slightly, avoiding cerebral hypoxia death.

But the Big Pig Trotter gave no diagnosis; Zheng Ren felt hopeful.

He reached out, took the tracheal intubation kit from the opened sterile package, inserted it into the trachea; breathing became smooth, and President Sun's cyanotic lips quickly regained color.

"Give oxygen for a while," Zheng Ren said.

"Oxygen!" Su Yun shouted from not far away.

His side was a bit slower, after all there were still a few steps to go; the actual time spent performing the tracheotomy was probably about the same as Zheng Ren's.

For such an emergency procedure, it's hard for the two to have a noticeable difference.

The emergency department doctor let out a breath, wiped a cold sweat, "Zheng Lao Ban, that was close."

"President Sun!" Zheng Ren shouted loudly, patting President Sun's shoulder.

President Sun breathed fresh air, oxygen participating in blood-oxygen exchange; his purplish hue improved slightly, he regained a bit of strength, and managed to open his eyes.

When he saw Zheng Ren, he knew he had been saved.

He wanted to reach out, but his hand couldn't lift at all, limp and powerless.

"Let's lift him up." Zheng Ren grasped President Sun's hand, smiled, and said, "It's all right now."

Seeing President Sun close his eyes, the system panel seemed to have received a blood supply, gradually turning red; Zheng Ren exhaled.

Sometimes the system panel turning red is actually a good thing.

The emergency department medical staff were busy moving the person downstairs; Zheng Ren had nothing special to instruct, as they were all professional doctors and nurses, and the emergency rescue required no input from him.

Laryngeal edema's greatest difficulty is preventing fatal airway obstruction. Just as firefighters use fire axes to split doors, splitting the path of life and death, President Sun and his lover's lives have been saved.

As for future matters, if the 912 Emergency Department can't even treat this condition, it wouldn't be a top-tier national tertiary hospital but a township health clinic.

After lifting President Sun and his lover onto the 120 ambulance, Zheng Ren returned to President Sun's home.

The house was in disarray, the door split open by the fire axe looking so desolate. Zheng Ren stood inside, removing his sterile gloves.

In a true emergency, saving a life is just a matter of a dozen seconds; once it's done, it's done.

Clean,

neat.

Zheng Ren looked at the door, feeling a bit troubled; although public security is good now, the notion of 'not picking up lost items, not locking doors at night' seems unlikely.

He glanced; a stack of money still lay on the table. Sigh, he definitely couldn't leave; he'd have to wait for President Sun's son to return.

But what exactly was the allergy? Zheng Ren, bored, thought of this question.

According to Director Kong, President Sun should have shown allergic symptoms a few days ago, went to the hospital for treatment, improved, and was discharged home today.

But just after returning home, the allergy became severe.

If the allergen cannot be found, President Sun will eventually not escape this calamity.

Xie Yiren and Chang Yue followed up; Su Yun stood in the house and said, "Boss, have you notified President Sun's family?"

"Uh..."

"You wouldn't think we'd need to send someone to keep watch here, would you?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

Immediately, he took out his phone, hesitated a moment, and said, "Or you should report work to Director Kong."

Not urgent. Zheng Ren said, "The diagnosis is likely throat edema due to allergy; let's look for the allergen, otherwise if it's something common, it's still troublesome at the hospital."

Allergens, myriad and strange.

Back when we were in Hai Cheng, we used to chat idly; some people were even allergic to blood pressure medication they'd taken for decades.

Such extreme examples are rare, but we can't rule out that President Sun might have this.

But Zheng Ren and Su Yun both noticed one thing: the allergy appeared in President Sun and his spouse together.

That rules out many possibilities.

It must be tonight's dinner that's the problem. Su Yun glanced at the uncleared table and said.

Possible. Zheng Ren also walked over and took a look.

Spicy stir-fried sea snail threads, bitter gourd with eggs, fried peanuts, and a few small pickles.

Beside them lay more than ten bottles of beer, basically five or six per person; the couple's drinking capacity was about the same.

They also ate peanuts. Seeing the fried peanuts, Zheng Ren smiled.

His right hand instinctively went to touch the dog's head.

Usually at times like this, Heizi would crouch nearby, waiting for Su Yun or Chang Yue to feed him.

It's already so late, yet they haven't gone home; I don't know what Heizi is up to. Zheng Ren stared at the peanuts, his thoughts drifting.

Heizi following me also counts as suffering. Though we lack nothing to eat or drink, being this busy is like a dog… Heizi is far more idle than I am.

People, sometimes you really can't compare to dogs.

Seafood? Impossible. Su Yun began to doubt herself, "If it were seafood, the couple wouldn't be so careless. Judging by this, they probably often drink at home."

Zheng Ren felt the likelihood of the allergen being in the diet was low, so he turned his head to look elsewhere.

Such a needle-in-a-haystack task, Zheng Ren truly had no confidence.

Boss, I think you're being unnecessary. Su Yun said, "Why bother with this? After we finish work, let's go home and eat peanuts and drink."

Chang Yue is dieting.

Zheng Ren was looking at things in the room when, unintentionally, he stabbed a knife into Chang Yue's soft rib.

Chang Yue rubbed his glasses, his stomach growling.

The beef eaten at lunch had long been digested; in the evening at Liu Xu zhi's place, they just ate some cucumber.

Even a few peanuts, if they can be chewed a bit in the mouth, are good. Just thinking of peanuts with Maotai, Chang Yue felt even hungrier.

Damn Chief Zheng, pretending not to know—wouldn't that be better?

We can't leave; there's money on the table—if we go and lose it, what then? Zheng Ren said. "Director Kong said to call President Sun's son over and let him decide."

So after finishing emergency rescue, we still have to watch the house? Su Yun said unhappily.

Just a moment, what's the rush? Zheng Ren chuckled and continued searching the surroundings for possible allergens.

Either way, being idle is being idle.

Boss, you're too boring. Su Yun plopped onto the chair, really wanting to go home and drink.

Still okay, what do you think President Sun and his spouse are allergic to? Zheng Ren, in less than a sentence, turned the topic back to the allergen.

Who knows? Look at that couple, drinking with RMB—I think they're allergic to money.