Chapter 2850: line with translation of the title

2756.2646 A blank medical record (Alliance LeaderVHeavenVextra 1)

After a few minutes, the agitated patient calmed down a little; Director Wang estimated it was due to his stamina being exhausted.

Really, it's exhausting; the few male stretcher bearers in the Emergency Department are all out of breath from exhaustion, and even Jiang Zhuren's clothes are soaked.

Director Wang had no intention of reaching out to help; he himself didn't know how to treat it at all, so going would be pointless. Besides, after hearing what Jiang Zhuren said, he really didn't want to get close to him. Being struck by lightning is no joke; Director Wang truly does not Understanding how Jiang Zhuren could have made it to retirement safely and soundly.

After the police recorded the contact information of several of the patient's colleagues, they said to have them come to the Branch Bureau tomorrow to give statements, and then left.

Director Wang looked at the bewildered old man and approached, asking, 'May I ask your surname?'

'Ah?' The old man hadn't reacted yet; he hadn't expected to ever have dealings with the police. Ordinary people fear the police like tigers, and just leaving contact information is already frightening enough.

'I'm the director of the General Surgery Department at People's Hospital. I just heard you're the patient's colleagues?' Director Wang, seeing him dazed, first gave a self-introduction and then asked.

This time the old man improved a bit; he put on a bitter face and extended his hand, 'Director, Greeting Greeting, my surname is Zhou.'

'Manager Zhou, do you know what exactly is going on? Has he had episodes before?' Director Wang asked.

'No, he usually looks quite normal.' Manager Zhou looked at the situation inside, knowing something must have happened, and the bitterness on his face grew deeper.

'Think carefully, really nothing else?' With his years of rich clinical experience, Director Wang could take a medical history as easily as catching something in hand.

Although it had nothing to do with the General Surgery Department, he had just finished listening to Professor Su give a Lesson and subconsciously wanted to ask more.

'Nothing unusual, really nothing unusual.' Manager Zhou repeatedly explained, 'What happened to him today?'

'According to the police, he kept thinking he was dreaming, trying to wake from the nightmare, and just now he grabbed the police and almost rolled under the car wheels.' Director Wang briefly said what he knew, then continued asking, 'Really nothing unusual normally?'

'No.' Manager Zhou said, 'Could it be that recent overtime has been too busy, pressure too high?'

'Being busy with overtime wouldn't cause this; think carefully. Does he usually have any other ailments? Does he take medicine?'

'At his age, he's only 33…'

'People in their twenties dying of cerebral or heart infarctions are many; 33 is already not small.' Director Wang cut off Manager Zhou's words.

'I…' a girl whispered, 'I saw Brother Qiao taking medicine, and even carrying someone.'

'What medicine was he taking?'

'I don't know; I asked him, and he said it was vitamins. But to me it doesn't look like that; it looks like white pills for treating illness.' The girl said timidly.

'Is the medicine at the workplace? Go back and look for it.' Director Wang then said.

'Eh!' The girl immediately obeyed and ran off.

Manager Zhou also wanted to leave; today he felt terrible all over. What a mess—how could an honest, diligent employee under him drag the police into a suicide attempt? Just thinking about it made his scalp crawl.

Really, it's like seeing a ghost.

He somewhat envied that female employee; Manager Zhou truly wants to leave the hospital now. But it's not easy to walk away—if the Boss doesn't show up when staff have issues, others might feel chilled.

'So hard, I'm so hard!' The Manager's heart was wailing.

'Think again, is there anything else?' Director Wang asked.

'Um… Brother Qiao usually naps, and when he wakes up his complexion looks bad. I asked once, and he said he'd had a nightmare.' A male staff member said, 'He asked for a day off today because he felt Uncomfortable; who would have thought he'd end up like this.'

The talk was a bit disjointed, but Director Wang understood the basic meaning.

He continued to inquire about some circumstances; after all, they were colleagues, not relatives or girlfriends, so he didn't know much about the patient's usual basic situation.

In about ten minutes, Director Wang only knew that the patient who fell ill was usually diligent and capable, hardworking and uncomplaining. It seemed his sleep wasn't great, and over the past few months, due to busy work, his mood hasn't been high either.

Besides, what medicine he took is not exactly clear; furthermore, this group also can't say more.

It's practically a blank medical record; Director Wang felt somewhat helpless. The hospital often receives nameless patients with no medical history at all, which is the most headache‑inducing.

This patient is a bit better now, but not much better.

Soon, he received a call from the female employee saying the medicine wasn't found in the office.

Director Wang sighed; it seemed he could only do the most basic checks first, to see if there was any intracranial bleeding or similar. If nothing turned up, they'd send him to a psychiatric hospital for symptomatic treatment.

As for the future, Director Wang also didn't know how to handle it.

He saw that the patient inside the room had again Silence a bit, with a heart rate of 130 beats per minute and elevated respiration, realizing this was exhaustion.

He went in and saw the patient's hair disheveled, eyes staring at the ceiling, full of intense fear. His hands gripped the bed rails tightly, muscles tense all over, ready to spasm again at any moment.

His outer coat was half‑removed, done during the struggle.

He wore a suit and tie. To prevent the patient from suffocating, the tie had already been loosened at First Time and hung around his neck. He looked utterly disheveled, completely lacking the aura of a white‑collar worker in the CBD.

Meanwhile, the patient's muscles were tense all over, sweat soaking his shirt, and Director Wang faintly saw something in the front pocket of his shirt.

It might be hidden medicine, or perhaps this person… Director Wang didn't think further, stepped forward and pulled the object from his pocket.

It was a transparent plastic bag, inside which seven or eight pills were sealed.

'This might be the medicine he took; Jiang Zhuren, what is this?' Director Wang handed the pills to the equally exhausted Jiang Zhuren, who could barely hold on.

'Bupropion.' Jiang Zhuren was still professional; a glance told him what the drug was. However he had no intention of looking further, instead panting hard as he stared at the patient.

Like after running a half‑marathon, would Jiang Zhuren's old arms and legs develop rhabdomyolysis? Director Wang wondered.

'Jiang Zhuren, the patient's past medical history…'

'Oh, I just looked at his ID Card and called the hospital.' Jiang Zhuren said, 'I'm having his medical records fetched.'

"…" Director Wang felt he must have gone stupid; if the patient had a mental disorder, he certainly should be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.

This bupropion medication is a psychotropic controlled drug; you can't buy it at ordinary pharmacies.

Although Jiang Zhuren is stupid and bad, he really did nothing wrong in this matter.