Su Yun was also frightened.
After three attempts, the person was knocked unconscious... Could it be a cerebral infarction or cerebral hemorrhage? Either it's a heart attack!
Zheng Ren had been prepared for a long time. At this time, Aunt Chen's system panel was bright red. In addition to some problems common to middle-aged and elderly people, there was a new diagnosis - datura poisoning.
Without having time to think about it, Zheng Renteng stood up and walked to Aunt Chen in two steps. He laid her down and turned her head to one side to avoid sudden death due to aspiration of excessive oral secretions.
"Aunt Chen!" Zheng Ren shouted loudly.
Aunt Chen could still manage to speak, but her hands and feet were a bit difficult to use.
"What's wrong with me… "
Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, and her hands and feet began to move restlessly.
"Yanran, call 120!" Zheng Ren shouted as he began to examine her body.
Dry oropharynx, flushed face, hoarse voice, dry skin, pupils that have begun to dilate, difficulty swallowing, and tachycardia.
"Have a cerebral infarction?" Su Yun asked from the side.
"No, Datura is poisoned." Zheng Ren said.
"..." Su Yun was shocked.
"Yanran, tell..." Just as Zheng Ren spoke, he saw that Chu Yanran had hung up the phone.
Also, it's useless to say so. The 120 emergency center will not tell the hospital the judgment of the "family members".
Zheng Ren called to Chu Yanran and Su Yun, asking them to look at Aunt Chen and avoid other situations. He stood up and took out his mobile phone to dial Mr. Wang's number.
"Mr. Wang, I am Zheng Ren."
"Well, I'm back. I met a patient here who was poisoned by datura. Does Corey have no neostigmine?"
"Go and borrow it! If not, use pilocarpine to antagonize it."
"The patient will be sent back later, so don't panic. While taking the medicine, insert the gastric tube for gastric lavage. The patient is agitated, so be careful not to get hurt."
"Rehydration and diuresis. If the patient is very agitated, it doesn't matter whether or not the stomach is lavaged. It depends on the situation. This thing is absorbed quickly, so I'm afraid nothing can be washed out. If there's nothing else, go get ready."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
Professional doctors were monitoring her, and she waited until the 120 emergency ambulance arrived.
The doctor who sent out 120 emergency services was stunned when he entered the room.
"Mr. Zheng, are you back?"
"Well, hurry up and send the patient back." Zheng Ren said, "Turn on the alarm when you get in the car and pull it all the way back. The sooner the better."
"Yeah!" The 120 emergency doctor nodded repeatedly.
Mr. Zheng has become a legend in Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital.
Especially from the almost omnipotent Mr. Wang, who often learned how Mr. Zheng was doing in the imperial capital, everyone's subconscious understanding of Zheng Ren had already reached the point of admiration.
After struggling to carry Aunt Chen onto the stretcher, Zheng Ren did not follow her back.
Datura poisoning is also a type of food poisoning, but it is relatively rare. I had already told Mr. Wang about the treatment methods. No matter how many things he did, Zheng Ren couldn't do anything if he followed him back. There was no need at all.
Aunt Chen was carried down and the room became quiet.
Chu Yanran's mother and another poker player followed them to the hospital, and the owner of the remaining house looked at Zheng Ren in shock.
Zheng Ren picked up Aunt Chen's water glass, smelled the smell inside, and handed it to Su Yun.
"Smell it and I'll tell you it smells a little weird when you enter the house."
Su Yun smelled it and asked doubtfully: "Boss, did Heizi inherit it from you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, this is the smell of Datura." Zheng Ren said.
"Doctor, what is Datura?" the aunt asked.
"Well... we don't see them very often here. A little further south, they are everywhere." Zheng Ren said.
"Is it the kind of poison Liang Yusheng wrote in his novels?" Su Yun asked.
"Well, it's similar." Zheng Ren said, "All parts of the Datura plant can be used as medicine. It has antitussive and analgesic effects. It can be used to treat arthritis and joint pain, such as rheumatism and rheumatoid arthritis."
"Auntie, does Aunt Chen have rheumatism?" Zheng Ren then asked.
"Ah? Hmm!" The aunt was dumbfounded. When she heard about rheumatism, she nodded repeatedly, "Yesterday I accompanied her to see a miracle doctor, who said he specializes in treating rheumatism and has a folk remedy passed down from generation to generation. A pair of medicines must be good, he said he has cured countless people."
"..." Zheng Ren felt disgusted in his heart.
He's a miracle doctor, and he's given a folk remedy that has been passed down for eighteen generations. What was Northeast China before? That's the extreme northern wasteland!
Zheng Ren could barely believe that there were old traditional Chinese medicine doctors in the south. Not to mention others, Master Yan uses traditional Chinese medicine to regulate his blood sugar and has always controlled it well. This is an example.
But the Northeast... haha.
Those who came from Guandong back then, if they had this kind of folk remedy, they wouldn't have to leave their hometown and come to the black land to make a living.
"I grabbed some medicine, but it's actually not medicine, but the fruit of something I've never seen before." The aunt said, "More than a dozen, more than 1,300 yuan, said to be one piece at a time. Boil water and drink it. The miracle doctor said it will be good in half a month. If it doesn’t work well, smash his sign."
"Where is Aunt Chen's house?" Zheng Ren asked: "Go and inform Aunt Chen's family, and take a look at the water she boiled with mandala."
"Um."
The aunt was also very happy, and asked the three of them to help look after the house, and ran out immediately.
"You really dare to drink anything." Su Yun lamented, "I was scared to death just now. I thought that the old lady would have a heart attack if she drank all the bad stuff."
"You can't be gentle. How big is mahjong? You still take it seriously." Zheng Ren said.
"Playing mahjong is not about winning money, but about the sad and angry expressions of the other three players after I messed up the cards." Su Yun chuckled, "Boss, one time during the Chinese New Year, I was playing mahjong at home, and a relative who I didn't like was there. In Northeastern Mahjong, I had twelve treasure trophies on the floor, and I made their faces black."
"How about you have some time to read a book?" Zheng Ren disagreed.
"Mr. Zheng, what is Mandala? Why don't I know?" Chu Yanran asked.
"Datura is not called that here, it is a scientific name. There are many nicknames, such as dog walnut, morning glory, wild castor, gastrodia, mountain eggplant, drunken flower, maple flower, goldenrod and so on. .
It is a plant of the Solanaceae family, with more than 20 species, mostly growing in fields, roadsides, ditches, and river banks. "
"Is it alkaloid poisoning such as hyoscyamine, scopolamine and atropine?" Su Yun asked.
"yes."
"Boss, how did you know that right after you entered the room? Come on, teach me." Su Yun was a little unconvinced.
"Aunt Chen's feet are shaking, her hands are unsteady, and the corners of her mouth are twitching. Although it's not obvious, there is definitely something wrong if you look closely."
"Did you know early on that it was Datura poisoning?"
"I didn't know it from the beginning, I just had suspicions." Zheng Ren smiled, "But the symptoms of her illness and the smell of water in the water glass made me know."
With that said, the aunt ran back.
She was holding a transparent glass electric kettle in her hand.