"I advise you to review the patient as soon as possible. The patient has Amanita japonica!" Zhang Dagang reminded: "This kind of toxin spreads very quickly in the body. Gastric lavage alone is useless."
Sure enough, when the director heard this, he didn't care to say anything else and strode towards the ward.
Sure enough, the patient's lips, which were originally in stable condition, had turned purple and he was lying on the bed twitching all over.
The director hurriedly walked over, and at that moment, the nurse came over with the results of the vomitus test from the laboratory department.
"Director, the patient ate poisonous mushrooms like Amanita japonica, and the situation may be serious." The nurse looked solemn.
In the past few days, there have been dozens of cases of accidentally ingesting poisonous mushrooms in the city. Among them, two other cases of patients who ate poisonous mushrooms such as "Amanita amanita" are still in the intensive care unit, and all doctors are helpless.
The director didn't expect it to be such a poison. While his heart was ringing with alarm, he was also wary of Zhang Dagang's opponent.
Without even checking, we knew that the patient was infected with "Amanita amanita". Either he was the one who got it, or he really had this ability.
For some reason, the director only felt that the man outside who knew Chinese medicine was definitely not simple.
If he can't cure the patient this time, I'm afraid he will really lose.
"Quickly, send the patient to dialysis." The director quickly ordered the nurses and doctors to push the woman into the dialysis room.
The doctors looked at each other and did not dare to object.
"Director, the patient's poisoning is not that serious. Wouldn't it be unnecessary to send him to dialysis?" A new intern doctor asked the question in an awkward manner.
The director glared at the intern. Of course he knew that the patient was not at the stage of dialysis, but now it was not only about the patient's life, but also about the face of his alma mater. Therefore, this treatment must only succeed and not fail.
Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would definitely give it a try.
"If anything goes wrong, I, as the director, will naturally be responsible for it. You just do what I do!" the director said with an angry look on his face.
Seeing him like this, the doctors and nurses didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so they could only push the patient to the dialysis room obediently.
On Zhang Dagang's side, Qian Youcai stood beside the hospital bed, watching Zhang Dagang fiddle with the silver needles one by one.
Soon, black blood gushed out around the silver needle, and the patient's complexion miraculously improved.
Qian Youcai was shocked, slowly left the ward, and followed the nurse to the dialysis room where the director was.
"How are you doing here? I see that the patient's face has improved a lot." Qian Youcai stood behind the director with his hands behind his back and asked: "When I was in school, I was the most optimistic about your class.
But don’t let me down.”
Qian Youcai patted the director on the shoulder with serious words.
The director's face didn't look good either. Looking at the images in the instrument, it seemed that dialysis had no effect on the patient.
"Don't worry, principal. There are still two patients poisoned by Amanita japonica, and they are still lying in the intensive care unit. I don't believe that man can really detoxify."
Since dialysis was of no use, the director then started giving the patient catharsis and enemas.
The poor woman was tortured to the point where she had too much air and little air.
Qian Youcai returned to the ward where Zhang Dagang was worried.
At this time, the man lying on the hospital bed had most of the silver needles on his body removed by Zhang Dagang, and his skin was covered with black blood.
Zhang Dagang unhurriedly pulled out the silver needle, and then turned the man over, exposing his entire back.
Liu Weihao, who was ordered by Zhang Dagang to run errands, stumbled away holding a large box of things, his head covered with dense beads of sweat.
"Hey, is the vice principal going to bleed the patient?" The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses cast his curious eyes on the gas tank inside the box after Liu Weihao opened it.
"Wow, this is the first time I've seen it. The legendary bloodletting therapy of traditional Chinese medicine is really amazing!"
The students gathered around the bed next to each other and chattered, making Qian Youcai feel even more noisy.
The uneasiness in his heart grew bigger and bigger, and he could only feel relieved by standing here and staring at Zhang Dagang all the time.
In front of everyone, Zhang Dagang used alcohol to disinfect everyone's backs and gas tanks.
Under everyone's curious gaze, the silver needle pierced the patient's back at a very fast speed, and then the air tank was sucked up.
Soon, all eight air tanks were sucked onto the patient's back.
Densely small, dark-colored blood beads began to condense in the blood tank. Within ten minutes, the tank was already filled with less than half a tank of dark, dark-colored blood.
As soon as Zhang Dazheng pulled out the first gas tank, the dark blood had already condensed.
"This is the bloodletting therapy of traditional Chinese medicine. It is very effective for detoxification!" Zhang Dagang explained to the students while unloading the cans: "These are the simplest therapies. After you read them, write 300 words for me.
Give your insights and ideas to me tomorrow morning and I will check them."
After all the cans were unloaded, Zhang Dagang wiped the man's body again with alcohol.
The man woke up at this moment, his face was pale, but he obviously no longer looked poisoned.
"Sir, how do you feel?" Zhang Dagang helped the man sit up.
The man's face was full of doubts at first, and then he remembered that he had been poisoned.
"Doctor, where are my wife and my children, are they okay?" The man grabbed Zhang Dagang's hand, his eyes full of worry.
Zhang Dagang took advantage of the situation and took the man's pulse. He felt that although the man's pulse was a little weak, it had obviously discharged toxins. He nodded reassuringly: "Don't worry, our doctors are doing their best to treat the patient."
When the man heard Zhang Dagang's words, his braced body relaxed, and he suddenly leaned against Zhang Dagang's body like a deflated rubber ball.
"Dean Zhao, please accompany Principal Qian to do a full body examination on the patient, and I'll go see his child." After Zhang Dagang said this, he handed the man leaning against him to Liu Weihao.
At this time, in the ward next door, the little girl was not in a good condition. She was lying on the bed and thrusting incessantly, and she was unconscious.
However, the four-year-old child has all kinds of tubes inserted all over his body, but they are still of no use.
"Let me save you!"
Zhang Dagang bypassed the helpless doctors and stepped forward to pull out the tube on the little girl.
"Sir, what are you doing? These tubes are used to extend the patient's life." The little girl's doctor quickly stopped Zhang Dagang.
"Sir, if you stop us from rescuing people like this, I will call the police." The female doctor looked at Zhang Dagang, who completely ignored her words, with an angry look on her face.
After finally stabilizing the little girl's situation, what is this middle-aged man doing here?