American drama life begins with Dr. House

"Nurse, get her out of here!"

Without the interference of the mother, who was eager to protect her child, the patient's condition quickly stabilized.

But the situation inside the body is not optimistic.

The boy's heart could hardly start to beat on his own, and he relied on the pacemaker to barely keep beating.

Other organs in the body also began to show symptoms of failure.

Lung function went offline first, and symptoms of liver poisoning also appeared.

These symptoms all prove that the acetate hydrolase they just used is wrong!

The wrong acetate hydrolase instead released a large amount of neurotoxins and aggravated the patient's symptoms!

Peter's face was pale outside the ward. He was wrong?!

How could he be wrong?!

In a moment of excitement, he grabbed the patient's mother's arm and shouted:

"Isn't there an empty can of acetate in your yard? Why? Why isn't he poisoned by acetate?!"

The patient's mother, who was already in a state of sadness, was suddenly pulled over and asked with a shocked look on her face:

"what are you saying?"

Peter, who had not worked in a regular hospital for a long time, obviously did not realize that his actions were inappropriate at this time. He repeated again:

"I said, isn't there an empty can of acetate in your yard? Shouldn't he be suffering from acetate poisoning? Why is the corresponding hydrolase useless?"

Only then did the patient's mother understand what the doctor in a white coat in front of her was talking about.

There was a strong look of vigilance in her eyes:

"Shouldn't I ask your doctors whether hydrolase is useful? You almost killed my son, did you know?!

Also, how did you know that we had empty acetate in our yard? Did you break into our house?

What’s your name? I will definitely report this matter to the disciplinary committee!”

After hearing the words "Disciplinary Committee", Peter immediately sobered up.

He let go of his hand angrily, and immediately apologized in order not to have his medical license banned by the disciplinary committee:

"Sorry, I was too impulsive, please allow me to explain.

Because the source of the poison was unknown, I conducted a backtracking along the route that the patient had experienced today.

So it was natural to find the source, home.

And here I found a can of used acetate, so I thought your child might be acetate poisoned.

I'm sorry that the acetate hydrolase didn't work."

After hearing Peter's explanation, the patient's mother's complexion improved slightly, but the improvement was extremely limited.

It was obvious that she no longer trusted the doctor in front of her.

“What’s in it is not acetate at all, but orange peel oil, which is not toxic at all!

Don’t you quack doctors start treating me without thorough investigation?

I want to be transferred to another hospital! I’m going to call the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention right now.”

Looking at the patient's mother walking away angrily, Peter clearly understood that he had messed up.

Since it is not acetate poisoning, it is obvious that this is not inhalation poisoning but contact poisoning.

In other words, Du Wei's conclusion is correct.

The poison in this patient's body was fenfos, and they should have used fenphos hydrolase instead of acetate hydrolase!

This conclusion made him even more uncomfortable.

A second ago, he swore that he would not be wrong.

As a result, the real treatment results slapped him in the face.

The most important thing is that he originally wanted to make Du Wei feel ashamed by attacking his strengths.

In the end, it was him who felt this way?

At this moment, he didn't want to face the next scene.

Peter directly used urine escape to avoid the next consultation.

So when everyone returned to the diagnosis room, there were only four people.

House didn't have time to worry about where Pete was.

To him, the neurologist who came by air was like a fish bone lodged in his throat, unable to vomit up quickly.

It's better now that Pete is gone.

"The results are now obvious. Since it is not acetate poisoning, Du Wei is right.

Chase, please arrange for the patient to be given fenfos hydrolase."

Chase smiled bitterly:

"Just now, Peter had a quarrel with the patient's family.

The patient's family no longer trusts us and refuses any further treatment.

And I have called the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and asked to be transferred to another hospital."

House was stunned for a moment, then turned his eyes to Duwei:

"Duwei, you are the best at communicating with patients' families, so it's up to you to convince her."

Du Wei nodded and walked towards the ward without saying anything.

Chase looked at Du Wei's retreating back and couldn't help but worry:

"What if Du Wei can't persuade the patient's family to change their mind?"

House spread his hands:

"Then I'm afraid we have to ask her to sign a consent form to give up treatment, and the patient will die while waiting.

So you'd better pray that Du Wei succeeds."

…

When Du Wei, who had high hopes, first entered the ward, he heard the patient's mother who was pouring hot water aside said calmly:

"Are you here to persuade me to accept a new round of treatment?

You don't need to tell me, I have already decided to transfer to another hospital.

Your doctors will only make subjective judgments based on unfounded so-called 'clues'.

I don't believe that the doctors in your hospital are capable of curing my son.

Your last treatment almost killed my son!

I think the CDC doctors would give me a different opinion.

You don't have to pretend to be pitiful and talk about common cases that are completely fictitious to convince me.

I've probably read more psychology books than you've eaten."

Facing the patient's mother's barrage of cold words, Du Wei did not give up trying.

After organizing his words, he said sincerely:

"Madam, I understand how you feel about losing trust in us because of the doctor's unprofessional mistakes.

Because our attending doctor, Dr. House, also misjudged the condition due to his unprofessionalism in the past, resulting in lifelong disability.

So Dr. House can really relate to what your son is going through.

I'm not making this up, I think you must have heard of Dr. House's reputation.

His legs suffered from the disease at that time.

I'm not saying this to win your sympathy, I just want to tell you that we really understand your current mood."

After hearing what Du Wei said, the patient's mother looked slightly moved.

She had indeed heard rumors that House was crippled.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case. This is a fact that is easy to verify. There is no need for the young doctor in front of him to lie to him.

But she really didn't dare to risk her son's life again with a hydrolytic enzyme treatment that might not be easy to use.

"Then since you can understand my mood at this moment, you should understand that you will not be able to provide any treatment to my son if you lose my trust."

Du Wei shook his head. Such a strong mother often appears extremely stubborn in the facts she believes.

But caring so much about her son's life is also a mother's weakness.

So Du Wei was still confident of persuading her. Du Wei pointed at the heart rate monitor that barely maintained a heart rate of 40 and said:

"When I saw this, my heartbeat was bradycardia, it could even be said that there was no heartbeat.

Your son is still alive only because of his pacemaker.

If you want to transfer to another hospital, do you think your son can handle it?

I know you want to pin your hopes on the CDC for a perfect cure for your son.

But have you ever thought about the huge number of requests for help the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention receives every day?

So when will they see your letter? Three days? Four days?

Your son has already suffered from organ failure. Will he survive until then?

I want you to think about it, we really think hydrolase is the only way to cure your son.

It's just that it's not acetylphosphonium hydrolase, but phosphorus hydrolase.

This is the pesticide residue I found in the jeans your son wore.

Therefore, there is a basis for judging that he suffered from contact poisoning.

If I am speaking personally, I am willing to use my soon-to-be-obtained medical license as a guarantee that the poison your son was poisoned by is 100% methamphetamine poisoning!"

When she said this, the patient's mother no longer had the persistence on her face.

It is true that her son is her biggest weakness.

All she did was to prevent her son from being harmed and to get back on his feet healthily.

Du Wei clearly explained the risks of transferring her to another hospital, as well as the basis for his diagnosis.

The patient's mother has no reason to refuse.

There were tears in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded slightly and said "yes" in a low voice.

When she saw Du Wei was about to walk out of the ward, she quickly went up and grabbed Du Wei's sleeve and hesitated to say:

"Doctor...he...will be fine, right?"

Du Wei, who had always maintained a calm expression, smiled and said:

"Don't worry, your son will definitely appear in front of you alive and kicking."

Seeing Du Wei's smile, the patient's mother's face became less worried. She let go of her hand and murmured to herself;

"That's good, that's good."

With the consent of the patient's family, Chase quickly brought the hydrolase of sulfate and injected it into a saline bag.

Everyone began the long waiting and observation time again.

Compared to the solemn expressions on other people's faces, Du Wei's face looked very relaxed.

Because he has already heard the life extension prompt, this proves that there is indeed nothing wrong with sulfate.

Including the rescue in the morning, I gained two days of life today, and my remaining life span came to 13 days and 3 hours.

Sure enough, the heartbeat rate on the ECG monitor slowly rose from 38 to over 50, and then quickly rose to 83!

This means the patient has started to improve.

After a while, the patient's eyelashes began to blink, and he gradually regained consciousness.

This scene made the mother who was standing by his side let out a big sigh. She couldn't help holding the patient's hand, crawling on his chest and crying.

This feeling of narrowly escaping death is often felt more deeply by close relatives than by the person involved.

After waiting for the patient's mother's mood to improve, Du Wei entered the room and asked about the origin of the jeans.

Only then did I realize that someone was driving a truck selling clothes for five dollars a piece in front of the school.

After asking Finch to investigate, we found out that the guy who drives a truck and sells clothes also helps out in the cornfields next to Highway 1 when he is not doing the clothing business.

Using one car for two purposes resulted in some clothes being contaminated with pesticides.

Fortunately, after the righteous Du Wei reported it, the truck driver no longer had the possibility of selling poisonous clothes.

In addition, this report actually rewarded Du Wei with an additional day of life.

In other words, if Du Wei had not stopped the truck driver from selling clothes contaminated with pesticides, someone else might have died from pesticide poisoning.

This is truly an unexpected gain.

After everything was settled, Peter, who didn't know where to hide, arrived belatedly.

When he saw the improved patient, he straightened his spine and walked over:

"The patient is getting better, right? Thanks to me eliminating the wrong option, I was able to cure him quickly.

Otherwise, if he drags on, the organophosphorus will destroy all his organs.

At that time, not even Jesus can save him."

Not many people were interested in Pete's self-praising behavior.

He ignored him and just clocked out and left work.

Looking at the people who ignored him, Peter's face turned green and red, and finally turned into a heavy cold snort that echoed in his nose:

"Dare you ignore me? Just wait. When this hospital changes its chairman, I'll see how awesome you are!"

…

After get off work, Du Wei still received the tracking notification from the machine.

But Du Wei just glanced at Michael's location and simply let it go.

Sure enough, this guy was quickly 'invited' into the alley by Michael who was following Duwei.

Five minutes later, Michael walked out of the alley, rubbing his slightly red wrists.

Twenty-five minutes later, a figure with a bump on his head came out of the wall and spoke inarticulately:

"Pete...he reported lightly (he hired a bodyguard)."

Pete's roar on the other side of the phone is clearly audible even here:

"You loser! Can't you be more careful and follow me! You have to pay me gold coins to owe a favor, right?!

Waste! Waste! Big waste!”

When the stalker was about to explain, a hand took the mobile phone from his ear, and it was Michael who had left and returned.

Michael showed a professional smile and calmly said into the phone:

"Hello, this is a level 3a security officer. Your behavior has seriously threatened the life safety of my employer.

So this is the last warning, if there is another time, I guarantee you will not see the sun tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Michael threw the phone on the ground and crushed it hard with his heel.

Then he looked at the stalker who was beaten into a pig's head and gestured at the scars on his face and said:

"I'm sorry, I was too harsh this time, I will be more careful next time.

Well, I'll try to beat you to death directly, then you won't feel the pain."

Seeing the smile on Michael's face, the stalker rolled his eyes and pretended to be faint.

Michael was not polite and took out a marker and drew a turtle on his scarred face.

After asking about the location of his companion, he rushed over.

Over there, Du Wei had already knocked on the door of a low-cost rental house.

The person who opened the door was a disheveled, sleepy-eyed man who looked like Eddie Mora, who had just sobered up.

Eddie looked at Duwei with confusion:

"What's up?"

Du Wei smiled, took out a wad of dollars and said:

"Of course, if you invite me in for a chat, I will pay you $1,000 so you can pay last month's rent."

Eddie's eyes suddenly lit up.

For the sake of money, he had no reason to refuse.

"Please come in, the house is a bit messy, please find a seat wherever you like."

Duwei walked into the house and looked at the dirty and messy room. He immediately understood that Eddie had not even touched the first nzt-48 at this time.

In other words, he arrived early, and the confident, knowledgeable, and almost omnipotent Eddie he needed had not yet arrived.

It looks like his plans will have to be delayed slightly.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Eddie asked questions, but his eyes were always staring at the stack of U.S. dollars in Duwei's hand.

Because he has completely cut off contact with his ex-girlfriend who was promoted.

The advance payment for the manuscript had already been squandered by him.

Unable to write, he naturally had no source of income.

Now he is extremely short of money.

Du Wei smiled again and handed over the stack of US dollars in his hand.

Eddie immediately dipped his finger in some saliva and started tapping it.

And Du Wei's words also sounded from the side at the right time:

"What I'm looking for is not you now, but you in the future.

Eddie, you are going to run into your ex-brother-in-law one day in the near future.

He will give you a drug that falsely claims to be a brain-development drug that has been approved by the Food and Drug Administration and will be launched soon.

I want you to take that pill and think about our conversation today.

Then when you encounter danger, remember to contact me and I will give you strong support."

Eddie, who was happily counting money, raised his head and glanced at Duwei sitting in his office chair inexplicably.

He couldn't understand what Du Wei said, and he didn't know where Du Wei learned that he had a brother-in-law.

They have lost contact with each other a long time ago, and now think about it, they have not seen each other for at least nine years.

No matter what the weirdo in front of him thinks, don't expect him to spit out the money he got anyway.

But he didn't expect that after saying this, Du Wei didn't plan to stay any longer and actually left directly.

This left Eddie a little confused.

Are there really good people in this world? Just come here to give him money? Then leave?

Could it be that I haven’t woken up from the bar yet?

But the U.S. dollars held in his hands were solid and solid.

Eddie watched Duwei walking in the narrow stairwell in a daze. Could this be some new type of deception?

Eddie shook his head, sat back at the computer desk, and looked at the open word document all afternoon.

Finally taking a look at the darkening sky, Eddie decided to go have a drink.

Eddie was walking on the road, thinking about what had just happened. Suddenly, a well-dressed guy wearing Tyrannosaurus sunglasses stopped beside him.

Then he took off his glasses, turned around, and shouted with surprise:

"Eddie Mora?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Eddie turned his head in surprise.

Only then did he realize that the guy who called him loudly, with his slicked back hair and well-dressed clothes, was his ex-brother-in-law!

Eddie's pupils suddenly shrank.

What's happening here?!

Is it a conspiracy? Or did that person really foresee this scene happening?!