Chapter 833: Chapter 324: Alcohol with Cephalosporins, a Shortcut to the Underworld—Dr. Xiaochuan Becomes an Emergency Code!

Song Wanqing is really, really sorry tonight.

If she had firmly refused to drink at the time, her roommates would have given up the idea.

"Hahaha, Xiaosong, if someone really doesn’t want to drink, do you think they can get drunk like this? It’s not like anyone forced the drink down my throat with a knife to my neck."

Zhang Lingchuan laughed heartily and said. He didn’t expect the apology to stem from such a reason.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanqing’s eyes narrowed sharply, a bit baffled.

So was I actually the prey tonight?

Her mind started to whirl around uncontrollably.

"It’s just that the drink your roommate mixed was quite good, so I took a small sip, and it turned out to be surprisingly intoxicating."

Zhang Lingchuan chuckled in response. If someone truly doesn’t intend to drink, who could actually force them?

As for these little tricks of young girls, how could he not see through them?

The truth is he’s not a bad drinker; maybe it’s natural, but anyway, a regular person really can’t outdrink him. The only issue is drinking too much makes him muddled and prone to embarrassing situations.

Back in the day when celebrating high school graduation, he got drunk and slept in the restroom overnight.

In the year he graduated from college, he got drunk...and then...

That incident is hard to talk about.

Anyway, it was very embarrassing.

So he doesn’t like to drink much; once he drinks, it’s easy to drink too much.

Tonight, it was actually still okay.

It’s just that it led to him talking a lot, but his mind wasn’t completely clouded by intoxication yet.

"Tingting’s mixing skills are indeed amazing! We used to drink in the dorm too! I feel like if she wanted to be a bartender, she would surely attract lots of customers."

Hearing these words made Song Wanqing inexplicably feel much better and less guilty than before.

And fortunately, there was no serious incident. If Teacher Zhang had really hurt his head, she wouldn’t know what to do.

"So! I actually am quite interested in tasting the drink she mixed, plus after eating a lot of barbecue, I’m indeed a bit thirsty."

Zhang Lingchuan chuckled slyly.

"Master Zhang, do you want to take a shower?"

Song Wanqing blinked, asking Zhang Lingchuan.

"No need, I just took one at the dorm, going to sleep now, are you sleeping in the next room tonight, Wanqing?"

Zhang Lingchuan noticed it was a standard room.

"Oh... you took a shower, huh... well, in case something happens to you at night, I’ll stay with you."

Song Wanqing replied.

Lying down, Zhang Lingchuan didn’t notice the fleeting disappointment in Comrade Xiao Song’s eyes.

On the other side.

Cheng Jie and his younger brother have already arrived at the hospital.

The guide nurse was chatting there.

"Oh my God! Another one brought in by Dr. Xiaochuan! That’s the second one tonight!"

This is Ji Da First Affiliated Hospital.

"No wonder people call Dr. Xiaochuan a walking performance booster. Wherever he goes, that hospital’s performance skyrockets, especially in the emergency department..."

Another nursing sister joined in the conversation.

"Uhh... after all, it’s a rare skill to identify who’s the patient, something the average person can’t do."

"Exactly! I heard the Provincial Hospital’s emergency department set up a special emergency code just for Dr. Xiaochuan; those he brings in are always critical and need immediate attention!"

"You say Dr. Xiaochuan is originally a Ji Da person, why did he go to the Provincial Hospital?"

"Well, back then, he was just a veterinarian, and the leaders probably didn’t realize how amazing he was. If they knew, how could they let him go to the Provincial Hospital?"

"I heard Dr. Xiaochuan is ready to pursue a PhD now, both the Provincial Hospital and our Ji Da Clinical Medical College have extended offers, and I’m not sure where he will go?"

...

People are already in the middle of resuscitation.

The nurses started chatting about the people he brought in.

This evening’s cases included these two.

One had a Marfan Syndrome rupture of an aneurysm, brought directly by the deputy director of general surgery for a major cardiac surgery, and now another one is a young guy who combined alcohol with cephalosporin, teetering on the brink of life and death.

He’s truly like an emergency beacon.

The Provincial Hospital’s proactive approach seems increasingly forward-thinking, a standard tale of experience.

Now, in the operating room.

"Beep beep beep—"

The surgery for Marfan Syndrome was ongoing.

The doctors’ expressions remained extremely serious.

Cloud-state relatives had also rushed to the outside, along with his teammates anxiously waiting nearby.

Even family members were clasping their hands in prayer.

When they heard the news, it felt as if the sky had fallen.

They remembered back when Cloud-state’s father had a tumor in his abdomen or something; he couldn’t even come off the operating table.

Back then, with limited technical conditions, they didn’t know what was going on.

The family speculated it might also be this Marfan Syndrome.

Because it’s hereditary.

So they all hope for success, given that the child is only 22 years old, such a young age.

Cloud-state’s grandpa also looked quite solemn.

Grandma and grandpa were pacing back and forth.

The surgery continued until the following morning when finally the doctors let out a sigh of relief, one by one revealing a look of ease.

Soon the person was pushed out.

"Professor Hu, you’ve all worked hard. How is Cloud-state now? Was the surgery successful?"

Seeing the patient pushed out, the family immediately rushed over to inquire.

The teammates of Cloud-state all stood up as well.

"The operation was successful, and fortunately, it was discovered early, and our treatment process was well-prepared!"

Hu Yaohua took off his mask and now revealed a smile.

Though he worked all night, his body now severely exhausted, Hu Yaohua was very happy.

Because for him, he prevented the occurrence of a second tragedy; Cloud-state did not die from Marfan Syndrome.

"That’s great!"

"It succeeded!!"

...

In an instant, the family burst into tears of joy.

As for Cloud-state’s close partners, it was as if a heavy mountain was lifted from their hearts.

It’s really wonderful.

Luckily they had Senior Zhang.

Otherwise, the person really might not have made it this time.

Back then, they didn’t know Deputy Captain Yun was in this condition.

If they had known about this illness, they absolutely would not have let him play.

Because compared to a match, a life is as light as a feather!

"Alright, I’m heading back now. Cloud-state still needs a long time to recover, and you all should be psychologically prepared for that."

Hu Yaohua retreated.

On the other side, Cheng Bridge arrived just in time; he wasn’t cold, let alone stiff.

If the doctor’s words today were to be followed, if he had visited the person just in the morning, it might have been the onset of rigor mortis.

An hour after death is the period when the body releases heat and becomes limp, during which it can be moved freely as a lump of flesh, but after an hour, it begins to cool and stiffen.

At nine o’clock.

Zhang Lingchuan woke up groggily from the bed.

Song Wanqing had already gone to class.

And there was breakfast on the bedside table.

[Song Wanqing]

"Master Zhang, our Professor Chang rescheduled class, I was originally planning to skip it but got a message from them, saw you were sleeping soundly so I didn’t call you, sleep well, and remember to eat breakfast when you wake up, it’s right there on your bedside~"

Song Wanqing sent a message.

"No worries, no worries, class is important."

Zhang Lingchuan replied to her.

Skipping class for himself was unjustifiable.

She didn’t reply.

Probably at this time discussing graduation thesis matters with Teacher Chang and others.

After all, she’s preparing to graduate, busy times indeed.

[Li Ziqing⑨]

Zhang Lingchuan exited Xiaosong’s chat.

What he saw was Li Ziqing’s chat.

She had sent him eight or nine messages.

"Senior Zhang, have you gone to sleep? I have an exam tomorrow!"

"Exam registration photo.jpg"

...

"Woke up at six again, folks say a habit takes 21 days to form, and I’ve found it really works. Heading out now!"

"Senior Zhang, thank you for your encouragement, I’ve studied for such a long time, today I’m finally entering the exam battle, wish me luck! Of course, I’ll surely achieve good results this time!"

"Hahaha~, speaking of focus on exams, I uninstalled all entertainment apps, even enabling minor mode on WeChat and QQ. I haven’t used Douyin in forever, after this exam, I’ll redownload it, haven’t given Senior Zhang a like in a while~"

...

Today is December 21st, Saturday.

The English CET4 and CET6 exams have started.

In the examination hall, Li Ziqing was writing vigorously.

Remember in September, her familiarity with English was quite low, even a bit fearful.

But after almost a net-free rigorous training for these months.

Li Ziqing felt it was really easy!!

...