Chapter 2417: with translation of chapter title

Chatting, the sound of an Emergency Rescue Service ambulance came from outside.

"You two, sit a moment, I'll go see an eye patient." Zhou Litao said.

"What clinic?"

"Internal medicine outpatient, taking medicine." Zhou Litao said.

Having said that, Zhou Litao grabbed his White Coat, striding out while putting on the White Coat.

Next, the rumbling sound of the gurney came over. Like a charge's bugle, it made Zheng Ren feel a bit dazed.

Seeing Zheng Ren's appearance, Su Yun found it funny and asked, "A patient taking medicine, you also want to have a look?"

"I'm used to it." Zheng Ren laughed, "But now I'm more used to not having night shifts, after dinner in the evening I stroll with Yi Ren and Heizi."

"Right, that's how people should think. Is being the Inpatient Chief something people do? My classmate in the south said the hospital assigns an Inpatient Chief, and three people would rather quit outright than take on this junk."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren gave a dry laugh, "Pay more attention to the paper."

"I originally planned to use the paper to have leverage over you, but who knew you don't need this at all." Su Yun said resentfully, "It's a bargain for Xiao Cao and Manager Zhou and them."

"What about Old Zhao and Fang Lin?"

"They've already finished it, whether they can get the Natural Science Fund depends on luck. But they have been thinking about a project; when the time comes, you should help if you're supposed to."

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Manager Zhou is busy, let's go see Director Miao. Afterward we'll go to the market to buy some vegetables, then you help me when we get back."

"You're going to cook?"

"Only an idiot would cook..." Su Yun had just said four words when he felt his boss's glare, sharp as a knife, stabbing him.

"I mean, Yi Ren cooks, you give me a hand, I have a coronary artery bypass model, let's do it together." Su Yun said.

"Where did you get it?"

"Zhao Yunlong gave me the film; Director Zhang thought stent placement too risky, so while the body could still tolerate it we went straight to surgery. I printed a model, this time I took it apart and brought it back." Su Yun said with a smile, it seemed the previous incident had caused him no psychological shadow at all.

However, one learns from a setback; just don't stir up anything resembling dismemberment again.

While joking, the two left Zhou Litao's Zhibanshi. Su Yun casually closed the door, went to the resuscitation room, patted Zhou Litao's shoulder, snatched the Zhibanshi key from his pocket, and went to lock the door.

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient, somewhat puzzled.

The System Panel glowed faintly red, displaying a diagnosis of depression, yet there was no diagnosis of some organic substance poisoning.

In Zheng Ren's earlier judgment, if it was medication ingestion, the possibility of organophosphate poisoning was high.

It turned out to be a scare; Zheng Ren smiled. Many people like to threaten family with life-or-death matters, but they can only scare those who care about them. The indifferent—who cares whether they live or die, how they live or how they die?

Such things are a bit helpless to speak of, yet under the sun, similar dramas are staged every day.

"Doctor, she took poison, deadly poison! Hurry and pump her stomach, pump her stomach!" The patient's family grabbed Zhou Litao's White Coat, legs going weak as they were about to kneel.

"What did she take!" During emergency resuscitation, Zhou Litao's voice involuntarily rose several tens of decibels, almost shouting.

The patient's ECG Monitor showed very stable readings, completely unlike the family's description and the Big Pig Trotter's System Panel.

"The medicine bottle! Who's holding the medicine bottle!" The patient's family hoarsely shouted.

A young guy came running in panic, holding a glass bottle; Zheng Ren glanced at it and his hairs stood on end.

The product name on it Zheng Ren couldn't see due to the angle, but after his vision was honed by the System Panel, he instantly spotted the chemical name—tetramethylenedisulfotetramine.

This is the infamous rat poison, also known as 'no rat life', 424, three steps and down, smell and die.

No matter which name, they all emit the aura of 'eat it and you're dead'.

Tetramethylenedisulfotetramine excites the central nervous system, especially the brainstem, mainly causing convulsions. It antagonizes gamma-aminobutyric acid, mainly due to blocking GABA receptors, and the effect is reversible.

Although it's reversible, after all there is a time limit.

After seeing the rat poison bottle, Zhou Litao's face also changed. At this point, regardless of whether it's real or fake, we should pump the stomach first.

Even if it's fake, at most we suffer some trouble; but if it's real, delaying rescue would cost a life.

"Useless, I took the strongest poison." The woman lying on the gurney had a scattered gaze, murmuring: "My soul wants to kill my body; I can no longer control it. Die, death is the eternal destination, no one can escape."

Her tone was indifferent, even toward her own life it was just as apathetic.

Her words were faint and somewhat drifting. This is also because it's daytime and there are still many people; if it were pitch‑black night, hearing such a line would scare someone to death.

"I..."

Before she could continue muttering, the stomach‑pumping tube was inserted, beginning gastric lavage and inducing vomiting.

Even a strong soul cannot control the body's involuntary reaction.

After violent vomiting, Zheng Ren's brows furrowed; he saw white pills being vomited out.

"Boss, did she really take it?" Su Yun, not knowing when he had returned, looked in surprise at the stable blood pressure, respiration, heart rate, and oxygen on the ECG Monitor, and also saw pills in the vomit.

"They just got the rat poison bottle at home." Zheng Ren said softly.

"You're kidding." Su Yun said, "That stuff kills at 5 mg."

Looking at the half‑digested pills the patient vomited up, it was clearly more than 5 mg.

"I don't know." Zheng Ren shook his head slightly.

Seeing something strange, the two briefly forgot about going to see Director Miao, yet they didn't go to help either; they just stood aside and watched silently.

The household was in chaos; the Emergency Department staff performed gastric lavage, drew blood, gave a slow drip infusion—a set of procedures carried out to the utmost professionalism.

Soon, the patient fell into a deep sleep.

"No respiratory paralysis, no grand‑mal seizure symptoms—not like rat poison ingestion." Su Yun gave the final judgment.

Zheng Ren thought the same; linking to the System Panel, this was the only reasonable explanation. But what couldn't be explained were the pills washed out by gastric lavage—they proved the patient really had taken something.

Zhou Litao was still busy; the patient had a urinary catheter placed, diuresis and fluid replacement—this is the only method for rat poison.

After about half an hour, Zhou Litao saw over 1000 ml of pale yellow urine in the bag and a stable ECG Monitor, considering there might be no problem.

But he dared not be careless; he called the patient's mother out.

"Have you ever used rat poison?" Zhou Litao asked.