Chapter 454: 446 Die for Love

446 Die for Love? (Silver Alliance 37 Interactive Entertainment Li Yifei Bonus Chapter 13)

Zheng Renye had nothing wrong, stood up, and went to the hallway.

At the same time, the surgeon on duty also came out, looking anxious.

By this time, nobody wants it to be their patient.

Internal medicine hopes it's a surgery patient, while surgery hopes it's an internal medicine patient.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, 'Go rest a while, I'll take care of it.'

The surgeon readily agreed, thanked him, saw no need for further pleasantries, and returned to the duty room.

After such a busy day, all his energy was drained; being able to rest a bit more is a rest, so there's no need to stand on ceremony.

A few minutes later, the sound of a gurney came from one side of the hallway.

'What patient?' Zheng Ren called out from a distance.

'Someone who took medicine!' the 120 medic, limping, pulled the gurney and hurried over.

Zheng Ren couldn't fathom it—life is hard, yet someone would take poison…

Before he could finish his thought, two gurneys appeared in his view.

Zheng Ren glanced at the diagnosis in the upper‑right corner of the system panel and froze.

One displayed a light green on the system panel, vibrant and healthy—clearly no illness.

The other was deep red, signaling a severe condition for Zheng Ren's patient.

What's going on?

Zheng Ren let the first gurney go ahead and helped move the second gurney into the emergency resuscitation room.

'Chief Zheng, the poisoned patients—two people swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills, plus other meds; the bottle is over here,' the 120 medic said hurriedly, pulling a bottle and several flat medicine boxes from the plastic bag he was holding.

Carbamazepine…… Eszopiclone……

'How's your foot?' Zheng Ren asked.

'The road was slippery; I twisted it while lifting the patient,' the 120 medic immediately replied, 'It's fine.'

Zheng Ren nodded, looked at the two patients, and saw the nurse preparing to resuscitate the man first.

'First, don't worry about this one; put the female patient on ECG monitor, prepare gastric lavage, and notify gastroenterology for a consultation,' Zheng Ren glanced at the medicine bottle and began directing the rescue.

The male 'patient' was about thirty‑one or thirty‑two, lying on the gurney, quiet and still.

Zheng Ren judged from the system panel that he was fine; just had the nurse hook him up to ECG when free, to check blood pressure and avoid accidents.

The female patient, about twenty‑six or twenty‑seven, already showed opisthotonus, her whole body trembling, white foam at the corners of her mouth.

Zheng Ren picked up a flashlight, glanced at the pupils, and both were already beginning to dilate.

How much carbamazepine did this person take!

Carbamazepine is a drug for treating epilepsy and manic depression; taking it orally to commit suicide truly means they intended to die.

Previously, people committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills, and everyone thought death by sleeping pills was peaceful.

But most people don't know that, when swallowing sleeping pills to commit suicide, at the very end of life what awaits them is not peace and joy; in the final moments they must endure about half an hour of visceral agony as if their organs were being burned by fire. (Note 1)

Yet the body cannot move under the effect of the sleeping pills.

They have sensation but cannot move—undoubtedly the most cruel.

Because more and more people commit suicide by swallowing sleeping pills, over the past decade the drug concentration in sleeping pills has been reduced to an alarming degree; in other words, taking sleeping pills now will definitely not kill you.

Patients needing sedative drug treatment are all hospitalized, given either subcutaneous or intravenous injection.

But the patient before us didn't just swallow eszopiclone; they also swallowed a large amount of carbamazepine.

First induce vomiting, gastric lavage, and catharsis; whether this young female patient can be saved remains uncertain.

'Call ICU to ask if there's an empty bed,' Zheng Ren said after seeing that, post‑vomiting and gastric lavage, the red on the system panel didn't fade but grew deeper, indicating the patient likely needed a ventilator and possibly blood filtration to remove the drug.

The inpatient chief of gastroenterology came running to the emergency department; seeing Zheng Ren there, she directly asked, 'Chief Zheng, how's the situation?'

'Not good; I expect we'll have to send them to ICU,' Zheng Ren sighed.

'And this one?' the gastroenterology inpatient chief pointed at the male patient and asked.

The vital signs on the ECG monitor silently reminded everyone that he had nothing wrong.

Zheng Ren said nothing, shook his head, approached the 'patient,' and pressed his hand on the upper outer edge of the left pectoralis major.

He gave a couple of tentative presses, then Zheng Ren suddenly exerted force.

Pressing here would instantly cause strong pain; Zheng Ren first pressed lightly twice, also to make the 'patient' think nothing was wrong.

Such little tricks, petty methods, aren't worth mentioning.

'Ah!' the 'patient' feigning death on the gurney sprang up, right hand clutching the left side of the chest, face twisted in pain.

'It's fine,' Zheng Ren said calmly, 'go wait outside.'

Seeing Zheng Ren's cold expression, the man felt guilty, awkwardly wanting to get off the gurney but also wanting to keep up the act.

Torn and hesitating, he heard Zheng Ren say, 'Get an intubation kit, intubate, then send straight to ICU.'

He then saw the mouth opener pry open the woman's mouth, the suction tube immediately went in and sucked out the white foamy secretion.

A hard plastic tube was inserted.

The man's Adam's apple moved up and down; just looking at it you could tell it was painful and unpleasant.

The intubation went smoothly; for Zheng Ren, a master‑level emergency rescue skill, it was nothing.

With the breathing bag assisting respiration, the patient was hurriedly pushed out and sent to the ICU.

'You, feeling uncomfortable?' Zheng Ren, expression cold, walked over to the male 'patient' and asked.

The man froze a moment, seeing Zheng Ren fetch another intubation kit package, holding sterile gloves but not yet tearing the outer packaging; his heart hesitated, he quickly smiled and said, 'I'm fine, I'm fine.'

Damn it, Zheng Ren, looking at him and the woman, already guessed the gist of the matter.

This is not a sorrowful story, but a tragic one.

I don't know why the two of them wanted to kill themselves by taking medicine, but this man obviously hadn't taken anything; he tricked the woman into swallowing carbamazepine.

He probably did it because he was afraid he couldn't explain things afterward; seeing the woman start to lose consciousness, he dialed 120 to call the police, pretending to have opened the door with his last ounce of strength.

It's a pity that someone like him isn't acting.

With his acting skills, he completely outshines all those fresh-faced young idols; he can truly be called a veteran actor.

Unfortunately, the veteran actor's pain threshold isn't high, and Zheng Ren quickly figured out whether it was real or fake.

"What are you to the patient?" Zheng Ren asked coldly.

"I... I..." the man stammered.

A hint of disgust flashed in Zheng Ren's eyes.

But even calling the police wouldn't help much. Such things occasionally show up in the emergency department; the frequency isn't high, but you see one every two or three years.

Doctors aren't judges or police; they have no right to pass judgment on people.

It's regrettable,

He sighed.

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Note 1: I haven't studied this; I heard it from a senior deputy chief. Anyway, live well, there's no obstacle you can't get over. Also, in the emergency department, running into three or five people who have taken medicine in one night is quite normal; the probability isn't low.