Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill! Chapter 82 This situation seems a bit familiar

Magic City, First Hospital.

Li Guotai was a bit stunned as he watched thirty patients being wheeled in.

"Are all these from the Agricultural University?"

Li Guotai felt his blood pressure rise a bit.

This Xu Wenyao is really getting out of hand!

In the past, at least he would only send over Wu Bin alone; now he’s started to send twenty or thirty people to him?

"Where’s Wu Bin? Has he been taken to the ergency room?"

Nurse Liu Jing nodded.

"As soon as Wu Bin arrived at our hospital, he was imdiately taken to the ergency room."

"But Head Nurse," the Dean continued, "this ti we have too many patients needing ergency care, and our ergency rooms simply aren’t enough."

Li Guotai frowned.

"Didn’t they conduct tests before sending these people over? Sort them by severity of condition. I don’t need to say this, do I?"

Liu Jing gave a wry smile, "They did take blood tests before coming, and we also had physicians perform gastric lavages on them."

"However, based on the data we currently have, although they consud different types of fungi, the severity of their poisoning is not much different, and there’s always the risk that their conditions could worsen any ti."

"My recomndation is to transfer so patients to the Second Hospital to avoid the situation where we run out of manpower and ergency rooms."

Li Guotai hadn’t expected this situation at all.

Logically, even with collective food poisoning, the amount each person consud would vary, as would their rates of digestion and absorption, so there definitely should be a distinction between mild and severe cases.

Now, all thirty of the patients sent here are in critical condition.

Who could cope with that?

"Okay, go ahead and arrange it imdiately. Don’t delay the treatnt."

"Understood, Dean."

Liu Jing imdiately led a group of nurses to carry out the transfers.

anwhile, inside the ergency room.

A group of senior professors were discussing with the expert Qiu Wanshan.

"So, Dr. Qiu, based on your experience, what kind of poison has Wu Bin been infected with?"

Seeing a group of senior professors looking at him with keen eyes, Qiu Wanshan started to sweat profusely.

"I… I don’t know either!"

Hu Ping got anxious on the side.

"How can you not know? Didn’t you say that just by looking at what kind of hallucinations a patient has, you can deduce what poison they have ingested?"

Qiu Wanshan forced a smile and said, "That’s usually the case, yes, but Wu Bin’s situation isn’t typical!"

"Based on my observations, I’ve found that his hallucinations seem to be random, unpredictable, and there are many hallucinations that I’ve never co across before."

"If I were to draw conclusions based on my experience, I could only say that there are several toxins in his body that are alternately affecting him, causing him to exhibit different symptoms."

The senior professors at the First Hospital, upon hearing Qiu Wanshan say this, exchanged glances in dismay.

This scene seed sowhat familiar.

It was a bit like when this kid had a heart attack, taking turns blocking the artery?

Now, with mushroom poisoning, is he playing the sa trick on us?

Has it turned into alternating rounds of poisoning?

Seeing that the senior professors remained silent, Qiu Wanshan thought they didn’t believe him.

Qiu Wanshan quickly explained, "I know this might sound peculiar, but this is the most likely scenario occurring in Wu Bin’s case…"

Qiu Wanshan was not yet through speaking when Professor Zeng said with a grave face, "No, we trust your judgnt."

"If this were happening to soone else, indeed it might be unlikely, but if it’s happening to Wu Bin, then nothing is impossible."

"Doctor Qiu, all you need to tell us right now is, if the situation you ntioned arises, what should we do?"

Qiu Wanshan had already braced himself for these people to treat him like an idiot.

But before he even had a chance to explain, this group of people was declaring their trust in him with such conviction. What was going on?

Isn’t it, since when did colleagues trust each other this much?

Moved by this, Qiu Wanshan did not hold back and promptly offered all his knowledge.

"Different toxins require different approaches, but the core idea is one, to maintain the patient’s organ functions and enhance their detoxification ability, replenishing all the various nutrients and fluids they have lost as much as possible."

"In layman’s terms, all we can do now is provide the ammunition; fighting against the toxins is sothing that must be left to his immune system."

"Of course, if Wu Bin’s condition is indeed too severe, we can also try blood dialysis on him."

Most people agreed with Qiu Wanshan’s words.

But as soon as these senior professors started talking, Qiu Wanshan felt there was sothing off.

"I think blood dialysis is good. We’ve never perford blood dialysis on Wu Bin before, and we haven’t obtained any dical data from such a procedure."

"What are you saying, what are you saying, are we here for data? We’re here to clear the toxins from Wu Bin’s body as quickly as possible."

"Since everyone agrees with this plan, let’s set up the machine straight away and get ready for dialysis."

Qiu Wanshan was stunned as he listened from the side.

"Hold on, professors, I said that blood dialysis should be the last resort. Wu Bin’s current condition shouldn’t warrant such asures yet, should it?"

A senior professor patted Qiu Wanshan on the shoulder.

"You think it’s not necessary because you don’t yet understand Wu Bin," he said.

"Rember, when treating Wu Bin, always plan for the worst."

Qiu Wanshan felt there was no logic in the senior professor’s words.

They had already perford gastric lavage on Wu Bin; logically, his condition shouldn’t deteriorate any further.

But as Qiu Wanshan mulled over this, Wu Bin on the bed, as if stimulated by sothing, suddenly started to struggle violently.

The doctors around imdiately beca flustered.

"Wu Bin’s vital signs are deteriorating! His blood oxygen level and pulse are plumting, and his heart rate is continuously rising!"

"Quick! Administer a sedative!"

"Where’s the blood dialysis machine? Why hasn’t it been brought over yet, can’t you move any faster?"

"Doctor Qiu, please step aside, we need to start resuscitating Wu Bin."

Qiu Wanshan instinctively stepped back, making room.

He looked at Wu Bin lying on the hospital bed, his mind filled with question marks, deeply shocked.

How did he do it?

Wasn’t he past the critical point?

Why does it suddenly feel like he’s going to give out again?

Originally their vital signs were quite stable, yet suddenly their conditions worsened, with two even beginning to vomit blood profusely!

Seeing this, all the dical staff were terrified.

What the hell!

Don’t die!

He too was responsible!