"Nurse, get her out of here!"

Without the interference of the mother, who was eager to protect her child, the patient's condition quickly stabilized.

But the situation inside the body is not optimistic.

The boy's heart could hardly start to beat on his own, and he relied on the pacemaker to barely keep beating.

Other organs in the body also began to show symptoms of failure.

Lung function went offline first, and symptoms of liver poisoning also appeared.

These symptoms all prove that the acetate hydrolase they just used is wrong!

The wrong acetate hydrolase instead released a large amount of neurotoxins and aggravated the patient's symptoms!

Peter's face was pale outside the ward. He was wrong?!

How could he be wrong?!

In a moment of excitement, he grabbed the patient's mother's arm and shouted:

"Isn't there an empty can of acetate in your yard? Why? Why isn't he poisoned by acetate?!"

The patient's mother, who was already in a state of sadness, was suddenly pulled over and asked with a shocked look on her face:

"what are you saying?"

Peter, who had not worked in a regular hospital for a long time, obviously did not realize that his actions were inappropriate at this time. He repeated again:

"I said, isn't there an empty can of acetate in your yard? Shouldn't he be suffering from acetate poisoning? Why is the corresponding hydrolase useless?"

Only then did the patient's mother understand what the doctor in a white coat in front of her was talking about.

There was a strong look of vigilance in her eyes:

"Shouldn't I ask your doctors whether hydrolase is useful? You almost killed my son, did you know?!

Also, how did you know that we had empty acetate in our yard? Did you break into our house?

What’s your name? I will definitely report this matter to the disciplinary committee!”

After hearing the words "Disciplinary Committee", Peter immediately sobered up.

He let go of his hand angrily, and immediately apologized in order not to have his medical license banned by the disciplinary committee:

"Sorry, I was too impulsive, please allow me to explain.

Because the source of the poison was unknown, I conducted a backtracking along the route that the patient had experienced today.

So it was natural to find the source, home.

And here I found a can of used acetate, so I thought your child might be acetate poisoned.

I'm sorry that the acetate hydrolase didn't work."

After hearing Peter's explanation, the patient's mother's complexion improved slightly, but the improvement was extremely limited.

It was obvious that she no longer trusted the doctor in front of her.

“What’s in it is not acetate at all, but orange peel oil, which is not toxic at all!

Don’t you quack doctors start treating me without thorough investigation?

I want to be transferred to another hospital! I’m going to call the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention right now.”

Looking at the patient's mother walking away angrily, Peter clearly understood that he had messed up.

Since it is not acetate poisoning, it is obvious that this is not inhalation poisoning but contact poisoning.

In other words, Du Wei's conclusion is correct.

The poison in this patient's body was fenfos, and they should have used fenphos hydrolase instead of acetate hydrolase!

This conclusion made him even more uncomfortable.

A second ago, he swore that he would not be wrong.

As a result, the real treatment results slapped him in the face.

The most important thing is that he originally wanted to make Du Wei feel ashamed by attacking his strengths.

In the end, it was him who felt this way?

At this moment, he didn't want to face the next scene.

Peter directly used urine escape to avoid the next consultation.

So when everyone returned to the diagnosis room, there were only four people.

House didn't have time to worry about where Pete was.

To him, the neurologist who came by air was like a fish bone lodged in his throat, unable to vomit up quickly.

It's better now that Pete is gone.

"The results are now obvious. Since it is not acetate poisoning, Du Wei is right.

Chase, please arrange for the patient to be given fenfos hydrolase."

Chase smiled bitterly:

"Just now, Peter had a quarrel with the patient's family.

The patient's family no longer trusts us and refuses any further treatment.

And I have called the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and asked to be transferred to another hospital."

House was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes to Duwei:

"Duwei, you are the best at communicating with patients' families, so it's up to you to convince her."

Du Wei nodded and walked towards the ward without saying anything.

Chase looked at Du Wei's retreating back and couldn't help but worry:

"What if Du Wei can't persuade the patient's family to change their mind?"

House spread his hands:

"Then I'm afraid we have to ask her to sign a consent form to give up treatment, and the patient will die while waiting.

So you'd better pray that Du Wei succeeds."

…

When Du Wei, who had high hopes, first entered the ward, he heard the patient's mother who was pouring hot water aside said calmly:

"Are you here to persuade me to accept a new round of treatment?

You don't need to tell me, I have already decided to transfer to another hospital.

Your doctors will only make subjective judgments based on unfounded so-called 'clues'.

I don't believe that the doctors in your hospital are capable of curing my son.

Your last treatment almost killed my son!

I think the CDC doctors would give me a different opinion.

You don't have to pretend to be pitiful and talk about common cases that are completely fictitious to convince me.

I've probably read more psychology books than you've eaten."

Facing the patient's mother's barrage of cold words, Du Wei did not give up trying.

After organizing his words, he said sincerely:

"Madam, I understand how you feel about losing trust in us because of the doctor's unprofessional mistakes.

Because our attending doctor, Dr. House, also misjudged the condition due to his unprofessionalism in the past, resulting in lifelong disability.

So Dr. House can really relate to what your son is going through.

I'm not making this up, I think you must have heard of Dr. House's reputation.

His legs suffered from the disease at that time.

I'm not saying this to win your sympathy, I just want to tell you that we really understand your current mood."

After hearing what Du Wei said, the patient's mother looked slightly moved.

She had indeed heard rumors that House was crippled.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case. This is a fact that is easy to verify. There is no need for the young doctor in front of him to lie to him.

But she really didn't dare to risk her son's life again with a hydrolytic enzyme treatment that might not be easy to use.

"Then since you can understand my mood at this moment, you should understand that you will not be able to provide any treatment to my son if you lose my trust."

Du Wei shook his head. Such a strong mother often appears extremely stubborn in the facts she believes.

But caring so much about her son's life is also a mother's weakness.

So Du Wei was still confident of persuading her. Du Wei pointed at the heart rate monitor that barely maintained a heart rate of 40 and said:
To be continued...