Chapter 2636: line with translation of title

2537.2441 Wondering what (Alliance Leader Choco1ate extra chapter 5)

There was vomit on the floor, and the nurse hadn't had time to clean it up. She was busy over there cleaning the little patient's mouth to prevent aspiration of the vomit, which could lead to secondary pneumonia.

The pediatric emergency doctor also rushed to the Emergency Resuscitation Room and began symptomatic treatment.

Zheng Ren wasn't wearing a White Coat, he approached the freshly left vomit like a curious onlooker, squatting down to examine it closely.

The vomit indeed reeked of feces, with a faint smell of sulfur dioxide and alkane gases.

"It's feces, could it really be an intestinal obstruction? Impossible—if it were an intestinal obstruction, Manager Zhou wouldn't have missed it." Su Yun also squatted nearby, carefully examining the vomit.

"Cotton swab." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun gave him a glare, stood up, went to the treatment room whose door wasn't closed, and grabbed two sterile Gloves and a pack of cotton swabs.

If the Head Nurse of the Emergency Department were here, she'd definitely be scolding someone.

One or two cotton swabs would suffice, yet he actually took a whole pack—that's wasteful, typical wastefulness. But Su Yun never cares about waste; nitpicking isn't his style.

Zheng Ren put on sterile Gloves, then used a cotton swab to pick up a bit of vomit for close observation. Its appearance and smell resembled feces, looking quite strange.

Su Yun, meanwhile, simply donned sterile Gloves, dipped a finger in the vomit, and blatantly held it up before Zheng Ren, teasing: "Boss, take a close look."

"..." Zheng Ren frowned, "Disgusting, stay away from me."

"When I was in school, I used to joke with our dormitory monitor by dipping a finger in table salt and putting it in my mouth."

"You used a different finger?"

"Definitely."

"These little tricks... the little patient's vomit looks off; I'll go take a look at him." Zheng Ren said, standing up, taking off his Gloves, tossing them into the treatment room's trash bin, then stride over to the resuscitation room.

A young, refined woman under thirty held a child, her eyes red-rimmed; she gently patted the child in her arms, seemingly trying to lull the child to sleep.

"Doctor, is everything alright?" the child's mother asked.

"There's a problem; consider intestinal obstruction." Manager Zhou furrowed his brows, "Take the child for a fluoroscopy first."

After saying that, he arranged for the pediatric emergency doctor to accompany them for the examination, worried that a similar situation might occur during the check-up; if mishandled leading to aspiration, that would be really messed up.

Soon, the pediatric emergency doctor grabbed the resuscitation kit and hurriedly led the patient and the patient's mother away.

"Manager Zhou, what kind of patient?" Su Yun asked.

"Six months ago, on the first visit, there was an injury on the arm, said to be an accidental scrape on the child. I stitched it with two sutures, treated it, and they went home." Manager Zhou said.

"That careless?" Zheng Ren frowned, muttering to himself.

"Who knows? The child's mother looks like a meticulous person and is very concerned about the child, yet I don't know why she keeps getting injured or sick." Manager Zhou sighed, "I've gotten used to it."

"How many times has this happened?" Zheng Ren frowned, looking in the direction the patient left, and asked.

"Once was trauma; the rest are diarrhea, vomiting, and such. I had her bring the child to pediatrics for inpatient observation, but even after hospitalization and tests, nothing was found."

"This time is still relatively okay; back… three months ago, one evening, when I was still the Inpatient Chief, the child vomited to the point of near suffocation; after a round of resuscitation, they were sent to pediatrics for inpatient treatment."

"Did the tests find anything?" Su Yun asked.

"Nothing; it improved the next day, and supposedly they were discharged on the fourth day and went home." Manager Zhou said, "Congenital gastrointestinal dysfunction—no one has a particularly good solution. They've taken all the meds they should, and done all the tests they should."

Zheng Ren's brows furrowed even tighter, his eyes narrowed, his gaze showing some doubt.

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Su Yun asked from behind.

"Let's look at the test results; I don't know if there's an intestinal obstruction." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"Boss, you think there's no intestinal obstruction?" Su Yun seemed to have heard something odd; he asked doubtfully:

"Didn't we just say we should look at the test results? Didn't you hear?" Zheng Ren said.

"Tch, your tone doesn't sound like you're awaiting the test results; you must have your own judgment." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Hmm, I think the likelihood of intestinal obstruction is low." Zheng Ren said.

As he spoke, his tone became evasive.

Manager Zhou felt somewhat doubtful; this time the little patient's condition was severe, he himself judged it as acute gastroenteritis with acute intestinal obstruction, and had already instructed the pediatric emergency doctor to send the child directly to pediatric surgery if there was an intestinal obstruction.

The pediatric surgery department at 912 isn't particularly strong, but it's not weak either; handling an intestinal obstruction in a child over twenty months old is still no problem.

But how did Zheng Lao Ban determine the condition? Why does he say it doesn't seem like an intestinal obstruction?!

Manager Zhou was full of doubts.

"Manager Zhou, come to the office and let me brief you on the patient's situation." Zheng Ren was also pondering the matter; his voice sounded a bit evasive.

The nurse was still cleaning up the mess, picking up trash, sweeping the floor. If a place like the Emergency Department isn't cleaned regularly, it would be filthy with bloodstains and vomit, basically impossible to look at.

Once summer comes, if there are bloodstains in the hallway, swarms of flies will descend, impossible to drive away.

"When the patient first came, he was 13 months old, with a minor injury; sutured and discharged. The second visit was at 13 and a half months old, with flu accompanied by pneumonia; the third..."

Manager Zhou was indeed efficient, or perhaps his impression of this patient was particularly deep; without looking at records, he recited the child's medical visit history over the past six months from memory.

At first his condition was fairly varied—trauma, flu—but later the episodes mainly concentrated on the digestive system.

Vomiting, diarrhea, etc., mainly acute gastroenteritis.

The last time he came to the Emergency Department was half a month ago, also acute gastroenteritis, with a mild condition; after a few days of intravenous fluids and medication, symptomatic treatment, he recovered and was discharged.

After saying that, Manager Zhou sighed, "The child's mother truly looks pitiful; I feel she's been worn out over these six months."

"Raising a child means accepting these consequences; you can't just treat illness at home." Su Yun said, "This is still okay—knowing the child is sick, she brings him to the hospital. I see she doesn't seem weary either, and treats the child well."

Zheng Ren crossed his arms, lost in thought, neither affirming nor denying what Su Yun and Manager Zhou said.

Seeing Zheng Ren's grave expression, Su Yun blinked slightly, feeling something was off, and began to ponder the whole situation.

The air in the examination room instantly turned eerie.

Manager Zhou looked somewhat bewildered at Zheng Ren and Su Yun; the condition is quite obvious, there shouldn't be any chance of misdiagnosis. What are Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er pondering?