When the Doctor Uses A Hack-Chapter 902 - 903 Who would be willing to die if there
Chapter 902: Chapter 903: Who would be willing to die if there were any other choice?
Chapter 902 -903: Who would be willing to die if there were any other choice?
Yang Jie’s words added to Chen Cang’s worries.
Right, near the TV station…
Thinking of this, Chen Cang shook his head, dismissing the thought. He was an emergency doctor, his job was to save lives, and that was all there was to it.
The ambulance raced down the road, Chen Cang and Yang Jie’s hearts burdened with added concern.
They remained silent throughout the journey. Meanwhile, Chen Cang wasn’t idle; he began preparing the items needed for the imminent rescue, and Yang Jie started helping.
Ten minutes or so later, accompanied by the wailing siren of the 120 emergency call, the surroundings instantly erupted into chaos!
“Make way, quick, move aside!”
“The doctor’s here!”
The patient lay on the ground, wailing in agony, while the surrounding security guards and TV station employees dared not move him.
“Who called 120?” Chen Cang hurriedly asked.
A middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward saying, “It was me, I called. Hurry and save him.”
The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit, crisp and precise, wearing a TV station work badge.
The security guards quickly dispersed the crowd, clearing a path for Chen Cang and Yang Jie.
The man was lying on the ground in extreme pain, slapping the ground with his hands, his facial expression hideously distorted, unable to utter a word in his suffering.
Chen Cang frowned; it must be due to vocal cord damage from in ingesting a strong acid.
It was unrealistic to ask the man to speak, so Chen Cang quickly inquired of the people who had gathered around: “How much sulfuric acid did he drink? How much time has passed?”
A young man in his twenties who worked in security, clearly panicked at this moment, said, “He came to petition, and I… I didn’t dare let him in. He said, ‘If I can’t go in, I’ll just sit here!'”
“After talking with me for a while, over half an hour later, he suddenly picked up a bottle and started gulping it down.”
“At first, I didn’t notice, thinking it was a beverage. Then he started wailing, and when I rushed over to check, he had already drunk most of the bottle. That’s when I realized what was happening. I snatched it away and it was only then I saw it was sulfuric acid. I was terrified!”
“It’s been over 40 minutes now. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t touch anything—this is the bottle, he’s finished it!”
Chen Cang took the bottle and immediately frowned. He’d consumed so much?
It was sulfuric acid purchased from Taobao, already mixed. The homemade label read pH 3.5; it must be a dilution of concentrated sulfuric acid.
Chen Cang hurriedly spoke to Yang Jie: “Yang Jie, help me lift him onto the stretcher first!”
The middle-aged man quickly instructed several security guards: “Hurry up, help the doctor!”
The patient was quite tall, about thirty years old, in the prime of his life!
Together, they managed to lift him onto the stretcher.
Chen Cang positioned him in a supine position, placing several pillows under his feet to elevate them.
In fact, ingesting a strong acid is a form of poisoning, much like if one had ingested poisonous substances—only this poison was far crueler.
Its destructive power was immense.
Unlike pesticide poisoning, after ingesting a strong acid, stomach pumping or inducing vomiting is contraindicated, fearing the risk of reflux causing gastric perforation and recurrent burning injuries!
Plainly put, because this stuff was so potent, no one dared to let it come back out.
At this moment, Chen Cang urgently said: “Give me the 7.5% magnesium hydroxide suspension, and the milk and egg whites I prepared earlier!”
Yang Jie quickly nodded in agreement.
The patient was somewhat hysterical at this point, wailing in agony. One hand clasped his throat, the other gripped his stomach. He wanted to scream but was in too much pain to do so. A choked cough escaped him, tears streaming down his face.
The situation was very difficult to manage.
Chen Cang hurriedly said, “I’m a doctor, I can save you, don’t be afraid!”
“Open your mouth and drink this.”
The man shook his head, his eyes full of despair. Seeing Chen Cang, he shook his head again, closing his mouth and refusing to open it.
Chen Cang was stunned!
Was this… a refusal to be treated?
Was he determined to commit suicide?
Seeing this, Chen Cang also frowned.
After a moment, the man took out several pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them to Chen Cang, then put his hands together as if begging for help.
Chen Cang was startled upon seeing this.
Meanwhile, the onlookers were dumbfounded, as were the television crew members. What was this?
The patient pointed towards the direction of the television crew, tears streaming down his face, seemingly, his heartache was more unbearable than the pain of his digestive tract mucosa being eroded by strong acid.
What kind of situation could drive a man to such a desperate and cruel act of self-harm?
Seeing that the man seemed to refuse treatment unless he took the papers, Chen Cang took them with both hands.
He opened them to read, “My name is Che Zhehua, I’m 35 years old. My daughter is sick with a heart condition, and her situation is very dangerous, requiring money for treatment, but I… I’ve been scammed out of more than two hundred thousand… Please, can you help me? I really have no other options! I can die, but I hope to save my daughter… I hope to get the money back.”
Chen Cang was frozen in shock. At this time, the television crew member, the man who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward and inquired, “May I look at this?”
Che Zhehua nodded, speechless, with his hands together and eyes full of gratitude.
The television crew member read it, sighed deeply, and said, “This isn’t just your problem, we will pay attention to it. We will assign specific staff to understand and expose the situation. We will take your case seriously. You focus on getting better; your child is waiting for you.”
Hearing the words ‘your child’, the man burst into tears, opening his mouth wide in a loud sob.
Who would choose suicide without feeling desperation?
The television crew member said, “Doctor comrade, you need to treat him well; for the costs, we will contact leaders as soon as possible to see if we can get some relief funds!”
The middle-aged man was quite capable, and after some comforting, Che Zhehua’s emotions stabilized.
Did he want to die?
Of course not!
He was just at his wit’s end, finding no other way out, and in a rash moment of heated desperation, he made this impulsive decision.
Chen Cang first had him drink about 500 milliliters of water, then looked at the man and said, “Bear with it a little, we need to remove the contents from your stomach! It might be a bit uncomfortable!”
The emergency rescue conditions on site were extremely limited; Chen was doing everything possible.
A soft gastric tube was found, carefully inserted into the stomach; the whole process was far more painful than imagined!
The mucous membranes in the mouth had been burned, with blisters, erosions, and burning pain in many areas!
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At that time, not to mention inserting a tube, even drinking water was agony!
The man clenched the sides of the stretcher tightly with both hands, his veins bulging!
He had to endure. He couldn’t die.
He needed to see his child saved.
He saw hope…
Finally, Chen Cang inserted the soft tube into the stomach and began to slowly remove the stomach contents.
