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Li Hei was lying on the ground, his hands and feet twitching. Xiao Xiaotian touched his ankles, palms and other parts, and it turned out to be cold.

The director of the emergency department, Du Jinming, is also a veteran who often deals with this kind of sudden illness, I saw him leaning down unhurriedly, picking up Li Hei's eyelids, and saying: "The pupils are large and round, and the conjunctiva is congested, and a series ......of medical terms popped out of his mouth, Xiao Xiaotian knew that this was to say it to himself.

The work of the emergency department is different from that of other departments, and the emphasis is on teamwork and mutual learning.

Looking at Li Hei's face again, it was flushed, which was a manifestation of telangiectasia. It is not even ruled out that the capillaries in the face may rupture, causing bleeding.

Xiao Xiaotian frowned and said, "How much did he drink?"

A person who claims to be Li Baidou's 100 poems about wine even breathes with the smell of alcohol. Seeing him drinking wildly with a wine bottle to his mouth, Du Jinming said: "Well, it's very likely that he is poisoned by alcohol! This kid doesn't listen to anyone, and he will probably drink a pound of eight taels!"

After a pause, Du Jinming said: "Quick! Find the waiter and ask for a box of Sea King Gold Bottles!"

Du Jinming and others are frequent visitors here, and they know that this plum garden is well prepared, and hangover drugs like the Sea King Golden Bottle are also must-haves, but the price is slightly more expensive than outside.

Immediately a member of the poetry club walked briskly.

Xiao Xiaotian frowned frequently, and quickly recalled a series of symptoms and signs of alcohol poisoning in his mind. Du Jinming's judgment naturally has his reason, this Li Hei's various manifestations are indeed symptoms of alcohol poisoning, as for the mouthful of blood spurted out by Li Hei, of course, it is also the result of the damage to the gastric mucosa and the formation of alcohol-stimulating gastritis.

However, there is always something that is not quite right, Xiao Xiaoangel thought for a long time, and then said, "How is the amount of alcohol in this Li Hei?"

Du Jinming shook his head: "I only joined the poetry club recently, and I don't know much about this person. ”

A girl from a poetry club said: "He's a whole wine barrel!

Xiao Xiaotian and Du Jinming looked at each other, such a person who is known as a wine barrel, drinking a pound or eight taels should not be a big problem, and it will not cause such serious consequences.

Unless...... He is chronic alcoholism.

Or...... A possibility suddenly flashed in Xiao Xiaotian's mind: "Bring me the wine bottle!"

"Whoa!" a modern poet in a long gown who looked nondescript in the crowd handed over the bottle. Xiao Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the members of the other poetry societies were either wearing suits or casual clothes, and only this one was dressed in robes.

"I'm writing ancient poems!" The man in the robe had a thin face and a pale complexion, but he had a bit of a taste of unwillingness.

Xiao Xiaotian nodded, reached out and took the wine bottle in his hand, and just wanted to send it under his nose to smell the taste, when he suddenly heard a muffled sound, and the man in the robe who wrote ancient poems didn't even have time to make a sound, so he fell to the ground with a fight.

Everyone in the poetry club was in a panic, and Du Jinming said: "Calm down, calm down! You, go call 120, you, find two wet towels, you, go ......."

Du Jinming dismissed everyone and pinched the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.

Xiao Xiaotian glanced at the man in the robe, who had basically similar symptoms to Li Hei, his face was flushed, and there was a smell of wine in his breath.

It's just the smell of wine, but it's not the mellow aroma of authentic liquor.

Du Jinming said, "Xiao Sun, he didn't drink today!" As he spoke, he pointed to the man in the robe lying on the ground.

Xiao Xiaotian sniffed the mouth of the wine bottle and looked at the label, but it was a brand of Baijiu Pan.

Xiao Xiaotian's heart suddenly felt a chill, isn't this the batch of fake wine produced by Sun Xiaoxi? It's not right, Sun Xiaoxi's level of making fake wine is limited to exchanging three yuan of Lao Bai Gan into some water, and the price of selling thirty-fifty-one bottles is much worse, and the taste and alcohol content are much worse, and it is impossible to cause this kind of alcoholism-like performance.

In other words, Sun Xiaoxi's counterfeiting is limited to not being able to drink, but it belongs to the stage of drinking undead.

Pan Yiming, who had been standing beside Xiao Xiaotian without saying a word, pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly said, "This is produced by Pan Yansen's Dongjiang branch!"

Even my brother stopped calling him by his name.

Xiao Xiaotian nodded, suddenly slapped his thigh, and said, "I know!"

Turning around, he cut the pulse of the two patients, and was even more convinced of his judgment: "Your poetry club, are there any other brands of liquor?"

Du Jinming said: "Yes! I brought a bottle of fine Moutai myself. ”

There was some hesitation between the words, Xiao Xiaotian smiled secretly, there must be some rich patient who came to pay homage.

After Du Jinming finished speaking, he ran to the poetry club and took out the half bottle of Moutai, Xiao Xiaotian took it in his hand, first raised the neck of the robed man a little, pinched his nose, and poured Moutai wine directly into his mouth.

"Goo-to-goo! ahem!"

After pouring six or seven sips of liquor one after another, the man in the robe choked on Xiao Xiaotian's method of pouring wine, and kept coughing.

Xiao Xiaotian immediately took out the silver needle he was carrying, took a sip of white wine, sprayed it on the tip of the needle, and stabbed it into the body of the robed man with three needles.

"What are you doing!" A man in the poetry club ran over with two wet towels, and at a glance saw Xiao Xiaotian pouring liquor into the man in the robe who had drunk too much: "You're crazy! He's drunk like this, you give him back to drink!"

Du Jinming was also startled when he saw Xiao Xiaotian's actions at first, but his years of experience in emergency medicine were there, and he quickly stretched out his arm to stop the man who was about to rush up with a wet towel, and said to Xiao Xiaotian with three points of suspicion: "You are, suspect methanol?!"

Xiao Xiaotian nodded, but the needle technique did not stop. This methanol, also known as industrial alcohol, can be absorbed into the human body by contact with the nose and skin, causing symptoms similar to alcohol poisoning. Xiao Xiaotian did this, obviously suspecting that the brand produced by the Baijiu Pan Branch Factory was a fake liquor blended with industrial alcohol!

The method of using ethanol (authentic liquor) to treat methanol (industrial alcohol) poisoning is simply unheard of by several people in the poetry society.

Du Jinming knew very well in his heart that in addition to hemodialysis, this method is the easiest way. However, this method requires the doctor to judge the patient's poisoning situation very strictly, and the blood alcohol content in the patient's body should be maintained between 100 and 15, and there is no equipment to monitor the blood concentration present, Du Jinming believes that he does not dare to use it easily.

Look at him Xiao Xiaotian, while pouring wine and performing needles, he also has to divide his heart to probe the patient's pulse, such a level of heart division and three uses, Du Jinming secretly sighed.

With the two sounds of "um, um", the man in the robe opened his eyes in a daze: "I, what's wrong with me?"

His situation confirmed that Xiao Xiaotian's judgment was not wrong.

The voice of the 120 ambulance physical wow sounded, that Li Hei's poisoning was more serious, and probably only went to the hospital for hemodialysis therapy.

Everyone thanked Xiao Xiaotian, followed the car, followed the car, and drove themselves, and dispersed.

Xiao Xiaotian called Yi Ming to his side and said, "I regret it, on your father's side, I have to have additional conditions." ”

……

"Master, let's eat something!" Mama Zhang appeared outside the door with some small pastries made exquisitely.

The anticipating father and son were full of energy, and Ban Jiwen waved his hand again and again: "Don't eat, don't eat! Get out, get out!"

I thought it was Yi Ming back, but I didn't expect it to be my own mother.

Zhang's mother hesitated, but did not retreat, her expression hesitated, opened her mouth, and stopped talking.

Pan Yansen said: "Mother Zhang, you see, it's not too early, you better rest first! Don't make a mess here, don't you see that your father is annoying?"

Zhang's mother said: "Annoying...... I can't stop eating, or else, there are still two bowls of bird's nest white fungus soup in the kitchen, I'll bring them to the old man and the young master?"

"Say no, don't eat, get out, close the door, don't come in and disturb us, except when the tea comes back." Ban Kiwen thought about it, or cut out his daughter, no matter whether the thing was successful or not, Ban Kiwen wanted to see his daughter as soon as possible.

"But......" Zhang's mother opened her mouth, still poking there: "The eldest lady said, if the master doesn't eat it, then it must be unpalatable, and she will make something else!"

"Eat nothing!" Ban Kiwen waved his hand irritably. I've never seen Zhang's mother so wordy before, what's wrong with her this time? Could it be that broken thoughts are not a precursor to Alzheimer's disease?

"Wait, come back!"

Zhang's mother had just turned around and had not gone out yet, and Ban Jiwen had already heard the meaning of Zhang's mother's words: "What did you say? This is made by Mingming, and when did you do it?"

Yi Ming came and went in a hurry, and didn't seem to notice when she had made this delicious pastry for father and son to taste.

"It's just out of the pot!" Zhang's mother replied calmly: "The bird's nest soup is still a little hot, or it will be served together." ”

The father and son glanced at each other, revealing a look of disbelief. Could it be that Yi Ming completed his mission so quickly and came back?

Ban Ji shook his face, stood up almost at the same time as Pan Yansen, quickly left the study, and trotted to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there was a clanging sound, the Pan family father and son opened their eyes wide, this back, both of them are very familiar, who else would it be if it wasn't Yi Ming?

Dongjiang City, which she only went to in the afternoon, only took a short time to turn around and return to Sanjiang City, and Xiao Xiaotian couldn't do it, and put it aside to say that it was this time to run around, and it would not be considered leisure.

"You, you're back?" Ban Kiwen couldn't believe his eyes, and rubbed vigorously, well, that's right, but it's his daughter who is back!

"How's it going?" Pan Yansen is still more concerned about the career of the Bai Bai family.

"Let's eat something first!" Pan Yiming set up a fruit plate, simply made a few small foods, and filled the originally small dining table.

Ban Ki-wen and Pan Yansen are not lying, these two really have no appetite. Even if there are many tricks, I'm afraid the two of them will not be able to eat it.

"Don't talk about us, talk about yourself!" Ming Ming is the savior of the family, Pan Yansen and even Ban Jiwen, almost all the bargaining chips: "Are you okay?"

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