Chapter 2501: with translation of chapter title

Lift Chang Yue onto the stretcher, taking the ECG Monitor downstairs.

The elevator was narrow; after securing Chang Yue, we placed her diagonally inside, and only now did Zheng Ren feel his legs a bit weak.

Looking at Su Yun, the black hair in front of her forehead was not flowing wildly as usual, but drooped limp and lifeless before her face. He held Chang Yue's hand, as if doing so could pull her back.

Su Yun tapped her fingers on Chang Yue's radial artery, her narrow eyes squinting, fixed tightly on the various data of the ECG Monitor. With her other hand she held the oxygen bag, applying moderate pressure, delivering oxygen into Chang Yue's nasal catheter.

Lifting Chang Yue onto the ambulance, Zheng Ren and Su Yun squeezed inside. Tang Haitao recalled the scene when they first entered, and only now was he startled.

Zheng Ren directly called the EmergencyDepartment, then the ambulance set off, with Tang Haitao making the call to the city 120 Emergency Rescue Center.

This saves the most time, cutting off several tens of seconds from the emergency center's dispatch.

Tang Haitao still remembered how he ran as fast as an antelope dodging cheetahs on the Feizhou plains, and the Emergency Rescue Service ambulance came speeding to Zheng Lao Ban's house with its sharp siren blaring.

But upon entering, they saw Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er performing CPR, not knowing how much epinephrine, dexamethasone, and dopamine had been pushed in, they had directly proceeded to this step of salbutamol.

Actually salbutamol isn't important, but Zheng Lao Ban didn't forget even this detail—just how many major resuscitations had been endured to forge such a tough mental fortitude.

Moreover, Tang Haitao now recalls that there seemed to be a set of cutting equipment beside Zheng Lao Ban.

What a bunch of perverts, stocking emergency rescue supplies at home—what on earth are they trying to do? They even have a cutting kit; I'm utterly speechless.

The 120 emergency ambulance sped back steadily to the 912 Hospital, the interior space limited, and Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Xie Yiren also squeezed in, making the space cramped.

Zheng Ren patted Su Yun's shoulder and whispered, 'It's okay.'

Su Yun nodded slightly, the limp black hair on her forehead twitching a bit, as if responding to Zheng Ren's words.

His mouth moved, but not a word came out. Overwhelmed by tension, his nerves and muscles spasmed, and Su Yun temporarily lost her voice.

Zheng Ren firmly patted his shoulder, then said nothing more.

Sending Chang Yue to the Emergency Resuscitation Room, at this point her vital signs had stabilized, her heart rate dropping and her blood pressure rising.

When she was lifted onto the bed, Chang Yue opened her eyes blankly and weakly, looking around.

'It's fine, get some rest,' Zheng Ren comforted.

Su Yun gripped Chang Yue's hand with both hands, refusing to let go. Zheng Ren could faintly feel that the surrounding nurses were filled with bewilderment and hostile gazes, sharp as knives stabbing into Chang Yue.

'Zheng Lao Ban, what else should we do?' Tang Haitao asked respectfully.

'For now it's not needed; the allergic shock has eased, just treat the symptoms.' Zheng Ren exhaled and said softly, 'Yi Ren, come here.'

He called Xie Yiren out of the Emergency Resuscitation Room and asked, 'What has Chang Yue eaten?'

Xie Yiren's forehead and temples were drenched in sweat; Zheng Ren felt his questioning seemed a bit harsh. Out of respect for life, he squeezed out a smile: 'Yi Ren, your reaction just now was especially timely.'

'The community hospital is closer.' Xie Yiren hugged Zheng Ren's arm, and Zheng Ren could feel her heart beating extremely fast.

'Sit down and talk; what has Yue Jie been eating lately?' Zheng Ren asked.

The two sat down, and Xie Yiren asked, 'Is Yue Jie okay?'

'She should be fine; the most urgent allergic shock has passed, and as long as we treat the symptoms… just observe for 24 hours.' Zheng Ren said gently, 'Next we need to find the allergen so Chang Yue doesn't have another allergic reaction.'

'She just ate stir-fried pork with chili; the chili and meat were bought from familiar stalls, and I didn't see anything special.' Xie Yiren said.

She clung to Zheng Ren's arm like a koala, refusing to let go.

Just now they were all terrified, yet Xie Yiren, in the face of life and death, did not follow Zheng Ren's arrangement to guard the elevator; instead she ran to the community hospital downstairs to get a first‑aid kit, proving she has a big heart.

But even a big heart, once calm returns and reflection begins, can breed fear; a slight slip could ultimately lead to Chang Yue's death.

Zheng Ren patted Xie Yiren's head, his back straight as a mountain, letting her lean on his shoulder.

Without urging Xiao Yi Ren, Zheng Ren waited quietly. Anyway, Chang Yue had been fasting for several hours, giving him plenty of time to search for the allergen.

'This afternoon I bought her a piece of fruit cake, I ate some too, and nothing happened.' Xie Yiren recalled, 'We often go to that shop, and Lin Yuan also had a piece.'

Zheng Ren nodded and called Lin Yuan.

'Nothing's wrong there,' Lin Yuan felt something was off—why would her boss call in the middle of the night just to ask about a piece of fruit cream cake?

But before she could ask anything else, Zheng Ren had already hung up.

'Then, when we bought vegetables, we ate two skewers of beef. Each person ate a stone egg and drank a cup of mango juice… um… each person ate a piece of durian pastry…'

Afterward, Zheng Ren heard a long list of foods.

Only then did Zheng Ren realize for the first time that when Xie Yiren and Chang Yue went grocery shopping, they intended to eat so much.

No wonder Chang Yue keeps failing to lose weight—eating like this, it's strange if she doesn't gain weight.

But according to Xie Yiren, these are the shops they usually go to; Chang Yue has eaten there before. The most recent time was last night when they bought vegetables, and there shouldn't be any problem.

That's strange, Zheng Ren frowned in thought.

'What medicine is she taking?'

'Cold medicine and amoxicillin.' Xie Yiren said.

Looking at Chang Yue's reaction, it resembles a penicillin allergy. But it seems Chang Yue had been taking penicillin for a few days; when was the pneumonia diagnosis seen on the system panel? Probably three days ago.

'Has the amoxicillin batch number changed?'

'No, I bought a box and haven't finished it yet.'

It probably isn't the medication, but where exactly is the problem? Zheng Ren began to review the day's events from the start.

Early morning he ate breakfast, went to the community hospital to do rounds, see patients, perform surgery; in the afternoon Chang Yue wrote medical records, while he sat by the window reading.

Nothing much happened.

Before heading home, Chang Yue and Xie Yiren went grocery shopping, then returned to cook. Xie Yiren seemed not to let her into the kitchen, so Chang Yue sat on the sofa watching TV.

The only time they were out of sight was when Zheng Ren and Yi Ren took Heizi out for a walk. No, wait…

'Zheng Ren, have you figured it out?' Xie Yiren whispered.

'Uh…' Zheng Ren pondered; just now his train of thought was interrupted by Xie Yiren, but he immediately found that point again.

'Su Yun!' Zheng Ren poked his head out, calling to Su Yun in the Emergency Resuscitation Room.