Chapter 1735 Do You Like Drinking?

Chen Cang can't care about Mr. Zhong's application for the job now.

He hurriedly said: "Academician Zhong, you rest first, I'll go see the patient."

"Deng Ming, entertain Academician Zhong."

After finishing speaking, Chen Cang got up in a hurry and ran towards the intensive care unit.

But at this time, everyone was surprised to find that the old man in front of him, wearing a peaked cap, a down jacket and a scarf, turned out to be Academician Zhong!

No wonder he pointed out Professor Chen just now!

But how long has the old man been here?

It took less than a few minutes to stand behind Chen Cang.

See the problem at a glance?

Thinking of this, everyone had to sigh with emotion, what is a real master!

It is not too much to say that the person in front of me is the Dinghaishenzhen of emergency critical care medicine in China.

In China, there are truly leading figures in the medical industry.

But these people are old, most of them are in their seventies.

These people have actually retreated to the second line. After all, their bodies don’t allow them anymore. What they mainly do is some work in the direction of development planning, direction formulation, and scientific research guidance.

Even, many of them want to remove the title of academician, but...the country does not allow it.

Mr. Zhong Lao is one of them.

(This... everyone, don't take your seats, this old Mr. Zhong is not that mountain, the character in the book.)

Deng Ming looked at the founder of domestic emergency and intensive care medicine in front of him, feeling indescribably excited.

"Hello, Academician Zhong!" Deng Ming was a little excited.

Zhong Ran nodded and smiled: "Young man, go get busy and leave me alone."

Everyone around looked at Academician Zhong, not knowing why he came here!

Apply?

What's the meaning?

Everyone is a little curious.

Who is Zhong Ran?

Does he still need to apply?

He used to be the old president of Xiehe, and is currently the president of the Chinese Medical Association, the leader of the high-level expert group of the National Health Commission, and an academician of the two academies.

Such personnel, where is not the wind and water, please do not invite the Lord, let alone others.

For a while, everyone began to guess.

And at this time!

Chen Cang hurried to the intensive care room.

He Caiyun, director of the Department of Neurology at the First Hospital of Southeast University, made more than a dozen phone calls in the morning, including consulting with many old professors.

Now, the patient's condition has not been relieved much because of hormones.

The patient's family members are even more anxious.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"That's right, this happened on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!"

At this time, Chen Cang came over.

"Professor Chen, please save my mother!" A sixteen-year-old girl directly held Chen Cang's hand and said with tears streaming down her face, "They all say you are the most powerful doctor!"

"You must be able to do it, right?"

"My mother should be saved...isn't she?"

The woman's husband also looked at Chen Cang nervously.

Chen Cang looked at the crowd and nodded: "Give me some time, everyone, and I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"

While speaking, everyone left the crowded entrance of the intensive care unit one after another.

Chen Cang walked inside.

After entering, the patient was lying on the bed, crying with his eyes closed.

"Professor Chen..."

Everyone sighed helplessly when they saw Chen Cang.

So far, there is still no decision.

Neither ophthalmology nor neurology can find a definite cause.

Chen Cang hummed and walked to the woman's bedside.

Sensing someone's presence, she was a little anxious and nervous.

For this invisible world, she is full of vigilance!

Chen Cang comforted, "What's your name?"

"Wang Xiuling." The woman tidied up her emotions and replied.

Chen Cang made himself very calm, just like chatting, and began to ask seriously.

"What's your job?"

"I'm a worker at the Anyang Fireworks Factory."

Chen Cang nodded, but he still didn't find the key clue, because what is the relationship between the fireworks factory and methanol?

"Oh, what do you usually do?"

Wang Xiuling sobbed and said, "I won't be able to work anymore...Doctor, please."

"My husband is a taxi driver, I am a worker in a chemical factory, my two children, and my mother are sick... It is impossible for me not to go to work."

"I can't let him work alone, it's too hard."

"The work of the fireworks factory is very tedious, but not very tiring."

"The colorful colors of fireworks are produced by the burning of these metal powders, but these metal powders must be glued together."

"My job is to use glue to bond these metal powders into clumps without affecting its firing."

After Chen Cang heard it, he didn't seem to care too much.

After all, this process has nothing to do with methanol, does it?

This made Chen Cang couldn't help frowning.

He Caiyun, Du Juanhong and others from the First Hospital of Dongdae University looked at Chen Cang, a little puzzled.

Why did Professor Chen suddenly come to chat with the patient?

Is it caused by mental stress?

A few people also guessed wildly.

But Chen Cang was a little puzzled, how could there be methanol in the fireworks factory?

Did I guess wrong?

However, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Thinking of this, Chen Cang said to the nurse Qin Yali, "Take the patient's blood and check for a methanol test."

Everyone frowned when they heard the sound!

Methanol?

yes!

Methanol seems to cause this.

However, would such a test be like finding a needle in a haystack? After all, screening one by one is not a rational approach.

He Caiyun couldn't help but said: "Professor Chen, could it be...too blind?"

Hearing the sound, Chen Cang shook his head: "Let's wait for the result first!"

So, everyone began to wait.

The time to come out is not slow.

For half an hour, Chen Cang was not idle.

Instead, he continued to chat with Wang Xiuling.

This honest woman can basically talk endlessly.

Chen Cang suddenly asked: "Do you usually drink alcohol?"

After all, the channels for methanol are limited, and ordinary people cannot access it.

The woman couldn't help laughing: "Doctor, we are just ordinary people, not so fashionable, and I don't know how to drink."

Chen Cang heard the sound and nodded.

But at this moment, Wang Xiuling suddenly said again: "Do you think I smell of alcohol?"

"It's not alcohol, it's for work!"

Chen Cang's face suddenly changed!

Come on spirit!

What does work have to do with alcohol?

Chen Cang quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiuling sighed: "I smell the smell of wine every day. After a long time, I still feel a little dizzy. Everyone jokes that I smell too much wine!"

"Our usual work is to use glue to bond those metal powders, and those glues need to be mixed with alcohol!"

"That's how it works."

"So, you smell this on me!"