Chapter 2176: line with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren, holding the Fifth Edition of External Medicine, quietly flipping through it.

He did not go to the System Space.

Faced with a patient suffering from acetaminophen poisoning and acute liver failure, he judged that neither he nor the ICU could do anything better.

Either the treatment given by the 912ICU is effective and the patient gradually improves, or undergoing a Liver Transplant Surgery, the patient will improve after surgery.

Besides that, if there were any other method, it would belong to future technology.

Also "912ICU" is a named entity; we could keep as 912ICU.

He had a thought in his mind that he could never quite grasp what it was.

Zheng Ren really disliked this feeling; in many diagnoses of difficult cases, he had to face this situation.

The subconscious has its own judgments and ideas, but the conscious mind does not know what the subconscious is thinking.

Humanity's research into its own brain has barely begun, and Zheng Ren has no interest in studying the subconscious.

He simply felt that the child could still be saved.

Theoretically, all he could do was wait. Even if a liver source became available, the Gan Dan Wai Ke could perform organ transplant surgery (Shou Bing).

The surgery (Shou Bing) difficulty… is just that; he doesn't even need to go up on stage, just watching from below is enough.

But what exactly is he thinking in his heart?

Where exactly does this child's sliver of hope lie?

Zheng Ren stared blankly, thinking for a long time, yet still had no clue.

Time ticked by second by second; Zheng Ren stared at a single page for nearly three hours.

He remained completely still, like a statue.

"Boss, what about face reading? Is this book some secret manual given to you by Wang Daoshi?" Finally, Su Yun could not hold back and came over to ask.

Zheng Ren shook his head slightly, sighed, and said: "Logically, there's nothing we can do, but I instinctively feel that the child could still be saved; I can't grasp what's in the subconscious."

"Just go take a nap and think about it in your dream," Su Yun laughed.

"Come on, let's go take a look at the patient," Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun nodded, while Lin Yuan kept his ears perked, listening to their conversation.

When she heard that Zheng Lao Ban was going to check on the patient again, she jumped up so fast her ponytail almost swung a 360°.

She said nothing, merely silently watching Zheng Lao Ban.

"Let's go together," Zheng Ren said calmly.

Lin Yuan bounced excitedly, swinging his ponytail as he followed behind Zheng Ren.

"Going there would be useless," Su Yun said. "No diagnosis needed; why are you just tagging along for the fun of it?"

"Just take a look, just take a look," Lin Yuan said with a grin.

Although she had opinions about Su Yun, as an external member of the Medical Team, Lin Yuan had come to understand Su Yun's role within the Medical Team over the past few days.

Indispensable.

If he were to argue with Su Yun, this little master, Zheng Lao Ban wouldn't care whether his own father was the director of the Tumor Hospital; he'd just kick him out straight away.

Even if Director Yan's daughter were here, Zheng Lao Ban would probably not hesitate.

912 does not retain the Medical Team; countless hospitals everywhere are begging for it.

Not to mention far away, Lin Yuan can be certain that the whole crew would go straight to the Tumor Hospital, and his own father would surely reserve a bed in a ward for them.

They couldn't even produce a single ward, truly they couldn't.

So she stayed silent, smiling sweetly as she followed behind Zheng Lao Ban.

Zheng Ren walked slowly, pondering things as he went.

The diagnosis was correct: acetaminophen poisoning leading to acute kidney failure.

The time of sending him to the hospital wasn't the most prompt, but it didn't cause any delay. I don't know about the emergency department's rescue, but judging by the time and my understanding of Zhou Litao, there probably wasn't any delay either.

The ICU promptly provided artificial liver blood purification technology for treatment; the remaining measures—blood transfusion, platelets, liver protection, reducing jaundice, anti‑inflammatory drugs—were also beyond reproach.

Could it be that I saw a case report of some latest technology somewhere and then simply forgot it?

Surely not; Zheng Ren has always been confident in his memory.

He walked leisurely, and Su Yun laughed, saying, "Boss, your gait is becoming more and more like Director Pan's."

"Oh," Zheng Ren replied flatly, having given up trying to figure out what the subconscious was thinking.

Maybe chatting with Su Yun would help; perhaps he'd stumble upon his Inner Mind unintentionally.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, perk up," Su Yun said.

"I'm quite alert; if I had a liver source at hand, I could finish the surgery (Shou Bing) in 90 minutes."

"Liver transplant surgery isn't that hard either," Su Yun scoffed. "What are you blowing about?"

Lin Yuan was speechless; "Liver transplant surgery isn't that hard?" Only someone like Su Yun would dare say that.

If it weren't for his somewhat handsome looks, he'd have been punched already.

"Have you contacted the project team? Is 3D printing usable?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Definitely not; it should be fine within ten years, but for now we can only think about it." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren had already figured out this answer; it was no surprise.

"What do you say—are there any new breakthroughs in pharmacology regarding acetaminophen?" Zheng Ren asked.

He was casting a wide net, also brainstorming. Since he couldn't figure it out himself, he'd bounce ideas off Su Yun to see if anything came of it.

"I consulted a senior Chinese medicine practitioner at the Sino‑Japanese Friendship Hospital," Su Yun sighed. "He described the situation and gave some treatment measures, but he also said the effect would likely be limited."

The top‑tier Chinese medicine practitioners in the country include the Sino‑Japanese Friendship Hospital, and another is Guang'anmen TCM Hospital.

Indispensable.

If he were to argue with Su Yun, this little master, Zheng Lao Ban wouldn't care whether his own father was the director of the Tumor Hospital; he'd just kick him out straight away.

Even if Director Yan's daughter were here, Zheng Lao Ban would probably not hesitate.

It looks like I'm deep in thought, seeking a solution in my subconscious, and Su Yun wasn't idle either.

Use some medicines that can clear interior heat, relieve heat toxicity, cool the blood and drain heat, mainly used for heat-type constitution and interior heat syndrome. For example, Scrophularia, Cassia seed, Dictamnus root bark, Forsythia, peony bark, etc.

And then?

One needs to differentiate syndromes and take the pulse, but the old doctor said the chance of solving it is small. Blood filtration has already been done; Chinese medicine merely neutralizes the residual acetaminophen in the liver. For already necrotic liver cells, it is powerless.

Zheng Ren remained silent.

After entering the ICU, the patient's System Panel showed no significant improvement, yet it faintly faded a bit.

After reviewing the medical orders again, Zheng Ren had nothing to add.

The critical care medicine of 912 is top-notch domestically and world-class; all handling is without issue.

After taking one last look at the patient, Zheng Ren left silently.

After lingering inside for half an hour, when Zheng Ren came out, he saw in the ICU handover room, figures moving back and forth.

Although there were many people, it was not noisy; everyone's mood was very heavy.