White armor

Chapter 449: Whether you can survive depends on fate
"No." Chen Yong shrugged. "I'm treating your illness. I'm treating your mental illness."

"Cure?"

Zhuang Yan was silent, her face was gray and ugly. Now when she talked about treatment, she thought of the scene on the helicopter, and her stomach began to churn.

Zhuang Yan felt that she would never be able to get over this hurdle.

"Of course, magic and sorcery are mostly about psychology, and I have dabbled in this field a little bit."

"Xiao Chen, you get along well with girls, is it because you have studied psychology?" the resident manager asked enviously, his saliva almost flowing out as he spoke.

Chen Yong silently took off his mask and looked at his profile. He looked exactly like Leo when he was young, but there was no difference at all.

If you insist on saying there is a difference, there is a "mysterious" aura on Chen Yong's cheeks.

The resident manager sighed, she is just good-looking, as for psychology, that is to deal with Old Liu, almost no girl can reach this step, which is worthy of Chen Yong's attention.

"Expressive arts therapy is most effective for Xiaozhuang's stress response."

"???"

"???"

"???"

"Let me put it this way. Xiaozhuang, go to the entrance of the ICU now and tell the patient's family what happened on the helicopter in a very emotional way."

"do not want!"

Before Chen Yong could finish his words, Zhuang Yan had already shouted out and flatly refused without any hesitation.

If she did what Chen Yong said, Zhuang Yan felt that she would die.

"As the old saying goes, this is called speaking out without poison." Chen Yong said seriously, "In technical terms, it is expressive arts therapy."

"..."

Everyone was speechless.

Chen Yong explained it with great confidence, but it didn't sound credible at all.

I always feel like something is wrong.

"I don't!" Zhuang Yan rejected Chen Yong's proposal with her last bit of stubbornness.

The scene on the helicopter, with all kinds of filth flying everywhere, flashed before her eyes, and Zhuang Yan felt that her spirit was about to collapse.

"That's a pity." Chen Yong thought for a moment, "Xiao Zhuang, is your bedroom big?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Go home, wrap yourself up in a blanket, cover your head, and pupate like a caterpillar on the ground."

"Ah?" Zhuang Yan was stunned.

"This is also a form of expressive art therapy, which can relieve mental stress. In theory, it is to return to animal instinct to relax yourself. The troubles in your heart are actually nothing..."

Chen Yong was startled as he spoke, as if he remembered something.

"Go to Hadong, find Danizi, and go to the panda house. Play with Zhuzi for a while. Wrap yourself in a blanket and roll around in the panda house."

Come over here~~~
Get lost~~~
This thing sounds unserious.

But when it comes to going to the panda house, Zhuang Yan thinks it makes some sense.

"Wait a moment." Chen Yong picked up his phone and called Luo Hao, "Luo Hao, is the bamboo very aggressive now?"

"It's stronger, much stronger than before. Hey, please take another urine sample to test the paraquat concentration. Yes, test it every hour. There is no such entry in our doctor's instructions. I'll remember it. Thank you for your trouble."

Luo Hao was overwhelmed and had to deal with both the patient and Chen Yong.

But he did not blame Chen Yong for asking him "boring" questions during the rescue, but explained it lightly.

"Xiao Zhuang wants to go and relieve stress. Is it safe?"

"My cabinet is open. Open it and find two of my things for Xiaozhuang. They have scents, so the bamboo shouldn't attack. Besides, the big girl is here."

It seems to make sense. The girl also has the scent of Luo Hao...

Chen Yong's thoughts suddenly flew thousands of miles away.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yong went to find a pen. When he turned around, he saw Meng Liangren standing at the door.

"Why, are you worried?" Chen Yong asked.

Meng Liangren nodded hesitantly.

"Meng, you sound too old-fashioned and backward, and young people will be annoyed. Don't worry, don't think too much. Besides, it's not appropriate for you to go.

Meng Liangren was silent.

"This way of relieving stress cannot be done in front of you."

Meng Liangren continued to remain silent.

Chen Yong's expression suddenly changed, and he took a tube of Luo Hao's ballpoint pen and handed it to Meng Liangren, "Old Meng, go and keep an eye on it. You don't need to take care of Corey. I'm on duty with Old Liu today, and I'll go if there's anything."

"..."

"If Xiaozhuang agrees."

"..."

There was a strange expression on Meng Liangren's square face.

Chen Yong closed the cabinet door, raised his hand, lowered it, raised his hand again, and lowered it again.

"Doctor Chen, are you casting a spell?"

"I don't know how to cast a shitty spell. I want to tell you something in a low voice, but I'm not used to talking to a man while hugging him." Chen Yong spat, raised his hand to hug Meng Liangren's shoulders, and began to whisper.

Meng Liangren's square face turned round in an instant. What was Chen Yong talking about?
Authors who wrote similar books a dozen or twenty years ago were all imprisoned...

Are his three views really correct?

Not to mention doing these things, even if he said them, or even just listened without saying anything, Lao Meng felt that he was breaking the law.

"What's that expression on your face? This is a medical procedure. Don't leave any psychological trauma on Xiaozhuang. Emmm, I don't mind it, but she can't."

"Doctor Chen, how come you don't feel anything?"

"I have learned black magic. When Taoists perform exorcisms, they also use dirty and folk remedies." Chen Yong sighed, as if he was thinking of something in the past that he did not want to recall.

Meng Liangren interrupted Chen Yong's train of thought, saying that what he said had an extremely narrow scope of use and was definitely not suitable for him.

Forget it, let him be beaten to death again.

"Corey, number 3..."

"Hey, I know the patients in the department better than you do. Go quickly. The earth will continue to rotate even without you." Chen Yong pushed Meng Liangren out.

Meng Liangren thought about it, nodded, returned to the office, and handed a pen to Zhuang Yan. At the same time, he also held a pen with Luo Hao's name on it.

"Old Meng, will you accompany me?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Meng Liangren didn't move, not a single muscle on his body moved.

Chen Yong sighed, Old Meng was really made of wood.

"Then you can't watch it."

"Yeah!" Meng Liangren was a little happy, but he tried hard to suppress his expression.

"Go quickly. I'll go to the ICU to take a look later. I'll send the medical team's group message about the patient's condition." Chen Yong drove the two away.

Turning around, Chen Yong sat on the chair without even looking at the medical record written by Meng Liangren.

In his opinion, Luo Hao and Meng Liangren both had obsessive-compulsive disorder, and their medical records were seriously overwritten. They were completely useless in clinical practice, and even teaching did not require such good medical records.

"Xiao Chen, what's going on?"

The inpatient manager didn’t ask until Meng Liangren and Zhuang Yan left.

"When I picked up the patient, he was covered in vomit and the smell of feces from the dry toilet. I didn't know how to use paraquat for treatment, but inducing vomiting is the most basic thing, so I took the bucket used by my family to induce vomiting onto the helicopter."

"!!!" The hospitalized manager was stunned.

These words have warmth and flavor. They even have shape and substance, reaching out to dig into the heart of the hospitalized CEO.

"On the way, I fed the patient that thing."

"What?" the resident manager asked habitually.

"Are you sure you want to listen?" Chen Yong raised his eyebrows and asked with interest.

"Forget it, forget it." The hospital manager quickly denied it. "The shit and piss joke is meaningless. Shouldn't Xiaozhuang be wearing a seat belt?"

"Yes, she wanted to vomit, but was afraid to vomit on herself, so she held onto something with one hand and tried to stick her head out to vomit. This child usually looks quite sensible, but she suddenly made me worry, and I didn't even dare to scold her."

Chen Yong sighed.

Although there were not many words, they are still vivid in my mind.

The hospital manager sighed and said, no wonder Zhuang Yan looked so gloomy. If she were to face such a situation, not to mention a little girl, even if she were to do it herself, she would be scared.

But Chen Yong looked like nothing had happened to him, which was really strange.

Usually when Chen Yong said that his heart was not dirty, the hospital manager didn't quite believe it. But now he felt that what Chen Yong said made some sense.

The two chatted idly, while Chen Yong held the phone in his hand, multitasking without looking tired at all.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the hospitalized boss could not bear it any longer.

"Xiao Chen, I'm going to sleep. Aren't you sleepy?"

“I’m sleepy.”

The hospital manager saw Chen Yong's energetic expression and knew that he was not telling the truth, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm really sleepy. I'm just chatting with Old Liu." Chen Yong explained, "There are three caesarean sections tonight, so I'm relatively free. I'll take a nap after she starts the show."

"How's Lao Meng's noodles?" the resident manager asked curiously.

"Old Meng."

Luo Hao's voice came in.

"It's good. I have a lot of fun playing with Zhuzi and Dahei."

"Professor Luo!" The resident doctor was startled and stood at attention subconsciously.

The current Luo Hao is no longer the young doctor who has just been transferred from Donglian Mine. Repeated operations and consultations have already invisibly improved Luo Hao's status in the doctors' hearts.

"How is the patient?" Chen Yong asked, crossing his legs.

"You seem to be OK now, mainly because you eliminated the toxins early. You did a great job in this regard." Luo Hao was generous with his praise. "You induced vomiting early in the morning, and kept vomiting. In southern dialect, you vomited up all the food you had eaten the night before. You even changed the osmotic pressure of the cells, greatly reducing the amount of paraquat absorbed."

"I don't need emotional value." Chen Yong said bluntly, "What's the patient's current condition?"

Luo Hao didn't care about Chen Yong's attitude. He sat down and knocked his leg with his fist.

"Order food. I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? My restaurant is not big, but we have everything." Chen Yong has already found the takeaway app. "All kinds of high-tech and hard-core food, you can choose whatever you want."

"Just eat something, it doesn't matter what you eat, I'm so tired." Luo Hao said tired, but there was no sign of fatigue, just like Chen Yong just said tired.

The resident manager saw that Professor Luo looked relaxed and not tired at all, and knew that this was the character of the medical team—they never spoke a word of truth and didn’t care.

"The level of paraquat detected in urine has dropped significantly and is basically within an acceptable range."

"And there's good news."

"What good news?" Chen Yong asked while ordering food.

"Director Feng found an institution in the province and identified a component found in the urine. It was 2-methyl-4-chlorosodium."

"what is that?"

"It is also a toxic substance. Paraquat is a mixture. After years of volatilization, the concentration of 2-methyl-4-chlorosodium has greatly exceeded the standard. Although it is also toxic, its toxicity is always less."

"Can the patient survive?" Chen Yong asked casually.

"I don't know." Luo Hao stretched lazily.

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Chen Yong glanced at him. He looked so relaxed, so he should be fine.

“The paraquat concentration in the patient’s body has decreased, but the challenge has just begun.”

"What challenge?"

"Inflammatory storm or something." Luo Hao snapped his fingers with a smile, and Erhei came over with a rustling sound.

“The difficulty in treating paraquat poisoning is not only that there is no ‘antidote’, but also that almost all targeted treatment methods, including blood purification, hormones, respiratory support, and even cytotoxic drugs, are ‘double-edged swords’.

There are advantages and disadvantages. When should it be used, when should it not be used, how long should it be used, and what is the dosage or frequency? Every detail is closely related to the patient's final outcome.

If there is even a little bit of negligence, the patient will not come back.”

"You are just saying how awesome you are. It's all your credit that we saved the people," Chen Yong said.

"No, I was guided by Brother Che from Qilu throughout the whole process. I owe him a big favor this time." Luo Hao said with a smile.

"You can't cure it yourself?"

"Yes, but there are always some links that I am not sure about. If Senior Brother Che is here, I will have a better grasp. After all, I am only good at theory, while Senior Brother Che has actual combat experience dozens of times a year. It is incomparable. It is not enough to just have a Qilu plan, but also rich practical experience."

Chen Yong raised his eyes to look at Luo Hao, and saw that Luo Hao was almost lying on the chair, with a very unusual and non-standard sitting posture.

Probably because he consumed too much energy during the rescue, Luo Hao couldn't bear it anymore.

Erhei squatted beside Luo Hao, like a bamboo that was two or three sizes smaller, well-behaved and cute.

"I read a paper that said that intelligent robots like Erhei generate a lot of junk data and continuously consume electricity." The hospital manager said with a smile, "Professor Luo, is that true?"

"Don't listen to the nonsense that foreigners talk about." Chen Yong scolded directly.

"That's true." Luo Hao said bluntly, "But it depends on how you say it."

"How to say?"

"A 2019 paper in Big Data and Sociology pointed out that by the 60s, there may be more dead users on Facebook than living users.

Dead users will no longer generate new data, but the data they left behind will continue to consume energy in the future.”

"Consuming electricity means emitting carbon dioxide. The paper that calculated the energy consumption of data storage also pointed out that in the data industry, every 1kWh of electricity consumed corresponds to 0.23kg of carbon dioxide emissions."

"!!!" The hospital manager felt a little strange when he saw Luo Hao was able to do it effortlessly with detailed data.

"But, a wildfire in Australia would emit a lot of carbon."

"That's right!" After ordering the food, Chen Yong curled his lips and said with disdain, "Under the Sky, I knew that the old woman's butt was crooked when I saw it back then. She must have taken money from European and American foundations to speak for others against her conscience. Otherwise, why wouldn't she be on the streets now, why wouldn't she go to the coal-fired power plants in Europe."

"Let's not talk about that. I have a more interesting point of view recently." Luo Hao closed his eyes and leisurely played with Erhei with his hands. "There are six major channels, or directions, and paths for bird migration around the world."

"The Australian and American wildfires have changed two people invisibly, and the other two happened in our country."

"Release the cockroaches?!" Chen Yong immediately knew what Luo Hao was going to say.

"That's about right. Migratory birds carry viruses and poison people through migration. It's hard to prevent. It's said that Mongolia has built a P4 laboratory. Sigh." Luo Hao held Erhei in his arms and sighed, "Can't we just explore the stars and the sea? It's boring to study all kinds of viruses."

"!!!"

The inpatient manager had forgotten what the original topic was and he stared at Luo Hao in a daze.

Migratory bird?

Migrate?

Poisoning?

Conspiracy theory.

But this conspiracy theory is too big. It would first require setting fire to the mountains, killing hundreds of millions of animals and countless trees, and changing the migration routes of migratory birds.

"If you post a 500MB video on WeChat Moments or a short video platform, the electricity consumed by the server just to store the video will correspond to about 20 grams of carbon dioxide emissions every day.

And it creates so many emissions every day.”

"Boss, you have a point, but this kind of thing is just that. Carbon emissions are all bullshit. People just take themselves too seriously. If we catch up with the Little Ice Age, we will be worried that our carbon emissions will not be enough."

"Now that the weather is getting warmer, there are Qinling tigers in the Qinling Mountains," Chen Yong added.

"Will it really happen every day?" asked the resident manager.

"Yes, but energy is different from energy. Don't listen to what foreigners say." Luo Hao said, "Google has data centers in Ohio and Oregon, but the carbon emissions of the former are five times that of the latter.

This is mainly because the proportion of new energy installed capacity in power grids in different regions is different, which will lead to differences in unit carbon emissions.

For example, in Montreal, Canada, each kWh of electricity corresponds to only 2 grams of carbon dioxide, but in Warsaw, Poland, each kWh of electricity corresponds to 723 grams of carbon dioxide.

"If you have the ability, open up the market and install photovoltaics everywhere, folks, open up the trade!"

The hospital boss smiled.

"Just do your job well, and don't bother with those specious things. Now, just to avoid trading with us, they have started burning firewood. Those bastards don't even mention carbon emissions anymore."

"It seems that the environmental protection girl was arrested?" asked the resident manager.

Luo Hao did not answer this question. He gently played with Erhei in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"Luo Hao, relax a little and talk about it when you get back." Chen Yong advised.

"No, I'm not thinking about the patient." Luo Hao said, "I'm thinking about organizing a dinner party after the patient recovers."

"???"

"???"

"The patient's uncle, Professor Li from the University of Technology, is researching robot girlfriends."

"!!!"

"There must be various restrictions in China. Just build a factory in Africa or Mexico, sell it for a year or two, and then squeeze Musk's robot girlfriend to death."

"A robot girlfriend, is that true? Does it feel like a real person?" The resident CEO's eyes sparkled.

"That's about right. When artificial wombs are available, population won't be a problem anymore. The stars and the sea will be the nth generation of people by the time we reach them." Luo Hao's voice gradually became quieter as he spoke. "I really want to visit other planets, but I don't want others to visit them for me."

While chatting, the ordered meals arrived. Chen Yong did not just order Luo Hao's, but also ordered meals for the hospital manager, resident doctors, and nurses, even milk tea.

Although Chen Yong no longer flirts, this behavior is like an instinct, and he does it naturally.

Luo Hao finished a serving of pork elbow rice in 3 minutes, and even ate 3 cloves of garlic in the middle.

"Luo Hao, you are like Zhu Bajie, you eat so fast."

"The next urine test report is due, I have to go back and watch it, otherwise I will feel uneasy." Luo Hao smiled, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Did Lao Meng accompany Xiao Zhuang to have fun?" Luo Hao asked.

"Well, go and play with the bamboo and relax. Otherwise, I don't know when Xiaozhuang's heart will be healed." Chen Yong's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words back.

Luo Hao smiled and didn't ask what Chen Yong wanted to say.

Back at the ICU entrance, Luo Hao greeted Professor Li.

It can be seen that Professor Li is anxious from the inside out.

Perhaps, since he himself has not married and has no children, he has already treated this nephew as his own child.

"Professor Luo, how are you now?" Professor Li grabbed Luo Hao as if he was grabbing the last hope.

"good."

good……

Professor Li expressed dissatisfaction with this description, which was similar to the few words of this type that were used to mark dishes when cooking. He was quite dissatisfied.

"Professor Li, don't worry." Luo Hao explained, "It's like this. Even if you need a lung transplant in the end, the longer you can hold on, the better."

"???"

"Paraquat is metabolized very slowly. There is unmetabolized paraquat in muscles and fat. Suppose, a lung transplant is performed a week later. The new lungs will be contaminated by paraquat again."

"!!!" Professor Li stared.

"Right now, the situation is still under control. The critical period is mainly due to the inflammatory storm and multiple organ failure that will begin tomorrow."

Professor Li felt that he could not consult Luo Hao on relevant issues. The more he asked, the more he felt that his nephew was beyond help.

Everything Professor Luo said pointed to death, as if death was the only outcome.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Luo Hao patted Professor Li on the shoulder and turned to enter the ICU.

ICU is like a huge machine, running in an orderly manner.

Luo Hao sat down beside the patient's bed and looked through the various examination values ​​and numbers on the instruments.

"Boss, the blood sugar is 12.8mmol/L." The nurse measured the blood sugar of a patient with ketoacidosis and reported to the resident boss.

"Okay, pretty good."

"Mr. Zhai, here~" Luo Hao waved.

The ICU manager didn't think much about it and walked to Luo Hao.

"Is this the patient with ketoacidosis who was just admitted?" Luo Hao asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong, Professor Luo?"

"The blood sugar dropped a little too fast, by 5mmol/l in one hour. I suggest you go a little slower."

The resident manager was stunned, but without saying anything, he walked back to the middle office area, opened the tenth edition of the textbook and began to search.

When he saw the number he wanted to see, the inpatient manager curled his lips.

"Professor Luo, the textbook says that patients with ketoacidosis should drop 3.9-6.1mmol/L per hour."

The hospital manager patiently explained to Luo Hao.

She didn't think that Luo Hao didn't know, but she felt that the textbook Professor Luo read might not be the same version as hers.

(End of this chapter)