Chapter 2717: 2619.2519 Alcohol Poisoning

2619.2519 Alcohol Poisoning

"It's rare and strange, friends' circles were all blown up a year ago, you didn't see it?" the nurse snapped.

"I did see it, but who knew they'd actually make way? Not to mention them, even if I hear a sound from behind, I still have to think it over. One car making way is useless. What if I end up scraping another car? That's just asking for trouble." the doctor said.

"As long as one car makes way, the other cars will follow; the key is to have someone take action." the stretcher bearer beside the driver said.

Their voices were low, but without exception they were filled with a sense of joy.

The traffic ahead loosened, making way for a lifeline.

Vehicles in the distance heard the sharp alarm, saw in their rearview mirrors the actions of the cars behind, and simultaneously moved aside at a 45° angle. The 120 emergency rescue vehicle slowly advanced along the middle white solid line, its speed increasing.

The driver of the 120 emergency rescue no longer shouted; he kept pressing the car horn, showing respect to the surrounding vehicles.

After rushing out of this stretch, the ambulance continued blaring its alarm, struggling forward.

"I thought it was a joke, but I didn't expect it to be real." the doctor let out a breath and said.

"I saw the news a few days ago; it said a patient from Yibin was transferred to Huaxi, covering the 3‑kilometer congested stretch in less than four minutes." the nurse said.

"In our small town, a traffic jam happens once a century at most; coming to the capital this time really opened our eyes."

"There was a video a few days ago—have you seen it?" the nurse, a bit excited, started looking for the video online: "A fire truck in Yidu ran a red light, sounded its alarm, and the three private cars ahead yielded like textbook examples."

Saying that, she handed her phone to the doctor.

Indeed, the video was exactly as she said: three private cars yielded textbook‑style, making way for the fire truck to clear a firefighting path.

"An inch of time is an inch of gold"—at a life‑saving moment this saying feels especially apt.

The doctor looked at the child in the woman's arms, feeling the kid was really lucky, sure to be safely delivered to 912, sure to be fine.

Although he often goes on rounds, his hometown is a small city, just as he said: normally, without accidents, roadwork, or snow, there's rarely a traffic jam.

It's that the people of the capital have quality, he thought to himself.

But it was also fortunate: among the several hundred cars ahead, if just one or two didn't yield, everyone else's effort would come to nothing. Luckily everyone acted, and no car held back.

"Master, if we yield by crossing the solid line, will we lose points?" the doctor suddenly wondered, asking the driver ahead.

"Supposedly no points are deducted; there are similar provisions in the traffic law. Besides, the traffic police won't make things difficult for drivers who yield to an ambulance."

"Good, good," the doctor thought.

What was expected to be a three‑ to four‑hour drive took only one and a half hours. Arriving at the 912 emergency department, the doctor immediately jumped out of the car and opened the door.

A stretcher was ready, and it immediately took the young patient.

Zheng Ren watched Gu Xiao Rush forward; when the woman saw Gu Xiao Ran, her whole body went limp, almost collapsing. Zheng Ren didn't move, but carefully glanced at the child's system panel.

The system panel diagnosis was clear: besides the 2° burn diagnosis, there were two unexpected diagnoses—alcohol poisoning and cerebral edema.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, but quickly understood the cause and effect, and gave a helpless, wry smile.

"Send to PICU!" he said in a low voice.

Gu Xiao Ran grabbed the stretcher and ran; Zheng Lao Ban had already coordinated the process for this side, so Gu Xiao Ran could handle the rest alone.

"Family, stay a moment!" Zheng Ren suddenly shouted, "Gu Xiao Ran, you stay too! Lin Yuan, you take the patient to PICU."

"Okay." Lin Yuan took on the role of doing various chores, without a single complaint.

Moreover, she is tall and long‑legged, pulling the stretcher forward at great speed.

The 120 emergency rescue vehicle could reach 912 quickly in the capital's traffic, but the cars following behind, carrying other patients' families, weren't so lucky—they were still stuck halfway.

Only the child's mother kept following; Zheng Ren took hold of her and, as they walked, asked, "How did the child get hurt?"

The woman froze; she had already panicked helplessly, looking toward Gu Xiao Ran.

"This is Zheng Lao Ban; he's arranged everything, just answer whatever he asks!" Gu Xiao Ran hurriedly said.

"Oh, oh." the woman replied twice, "This morning after eating, I went to work, saying the child knocked over the food bowl while eating."

"The scald burned the left hand, left… arm; the child's grandfather took off his clothes, then said the skin was broken in two places, so he just disinfected it."

The woman struggled to recall everything she knew and related it.

"What did you use to disinfect?" Zheng Ren immediately followed up.

The woman stalled; she didn't know the details either. She was completely dazed, so being able to say this much was already not bad.

Gu Xiao Ran quickly said, "If you don't know, call and ask—hurry up!"

"Oh oh." the woman quickly took out her phone and started dialing.

A few minutes later she said, "Xiao Ran, the child's grandfather used high‑proof alcohol to flush the wound, saying he did it very carefully."

"How much alcohol was used?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.

……

The woman froze again, not expecting the doctor to ask in such detail.

She was about to pick up her phone to ask about it, but Zheng Ren then said, "No need."

"The child probably had high‑proof alcohol used to flush the wound; the damaged area absorbed a lot of alcohol, causing intoxication and alcohol poisoning." Zheng Ren explained.

"Alcohol…… poisoning……" the woman stared.

Gu Xiao Ran also froze, not expecting a child under three to suffer alcohol poisoning.

"Well, you handle the paperwork, leave a phone number, don't let there be no one to sign." Zheng Ren said, "I'll go take a look in the PICU."

Having said that, he strode over.

"Boss, what's all this?" Su Yun followed behind Zheng Ren, saying scornfully, "Can't we just go to the hospital? The whole burn‑treatment process is wrong."

"First let's look at the child; I'll order a blood alcohol test, and after confirming we'll likely need dialysis." Zheng Ren said.

"What 'likely'? It's definitely going to need dialysis." Su Yun said, "No need to ask—just sniff and you know the grandfather used 62° Niu Lan Shan Er Guo Tou; this stuff is hard to buy nowadays."

Zheng Ren recalled sensing a faint alcohol smell; although he wasn't sure if Su Yun's claim was true, linking it to the Big Pig Trotter diagnosis, he thought Su Yun was right.

Using alcohol to disinfect was common decades ago, and even now TV dramas portray it this way.