"Dr. Zhao, this..."

Miaomiao's father hesitated, unsure whether he should let the woman see her current condition.

"It's okay."

Zhao Heng said gently. Previously, it was indeed difficult for Miaomiao to face how she looked with the tumor, but now, Zhao Heng believed she had mentally prepared herself.

"Alright."

Seeing Zhao Heng's assurance, Miaomiao's father nodded and brought over a mirror.

Miaomiao took the mirror and, with her remaining eye, looked at her reflection.

Everyone was worried about her state, but Miaomiao only showed a moment of surprise before jokingly saying, "If I wear a black eye patch, I could play a pirate."

When Miaomiao said this, her father breathed a sigh of relief, fearing she couldn't accept her appearance.

Seeing Miaomiao bravely facing herself, Zhao Heng too let out a quiet sigh of relief. Accepting physical imperfection is often harder emotionally.

It's a challenge not just for a young girl like her, but for many adults too, to cope with losing an eye. Especially at Miaomiao's age, when appearance matters greatly.

Back in the office from the ward, Zhao Heng sat at the computer, continuing to organize the data models for the anesthesia assistant software. He had to admit that without a top-tier platform like Eastern Hospital, he wouldn't have access to so much clinical data to develop the software.

This demonstrated the importance of having a proper platform.

If Zhao Heng were still at a county-level hospital, he wouldn't be able to accomplish as much.

At that moment, Tian Zhen hurriedly entered the office.

"Dr. Zhao, there's a patient in the emergency ward, they need you to take over."

Tian Zhen said urgently.

"Do you know what condition it is?"

Seeing Tian Zhen in such a rush, Zhao Heng couldn't help but ask.

"I heard it's a little girl who was poisoned."

Tian Zhen replied.

"Alright, got it."

Zhao Heng nodded, stood up, and left the office with Tian Zhen.

When they reached the emergency room, Zhao Heng saw a 14 or 15-year-old girl lying on a stretcher, with a worried-looking woman in her twenties standing beside her.

"So young?"

Zhao Heng asked Liu Meng, the emergency resident who brought the patient.

"Just 14, and she's already had her stomach pumped at a local hospital."

Resident Liu Meng replied.

"Alright, leave it to me."

Zhao Heng nodded.

"Connect the ventilator, perform a bedside blood gas analysis, insert a catheter and a gastric tube, and prepare ice packs and a cooling blanket."

Looking at the pale girl on the stretcher, Zhao Heng instructed Tian Zhen.

"Understood."

Tian Zhen nodded and quickly started preparing the items Zhao Heng mentioned.

For a case of acute poisoning, it was crucial to determine the cause of the poisoning.

But for a 14-year-old girl, what could have caused the poisoning?

"Are you a relative of the patient?"

Zhao Heng asked the anxious young woman.

"Yes, I'm her sister."

The young woman nodded, her face full of worry, clearly flustered.

"Why did she feel unwell and go to the hospital?"

Zhao Heng asked further.

"She was shaking uncontrollably around 1 a.m., so we took her to the hospital. Upon arrival, she was resuscitated. This morning, her classmate texted me, saying she took some pills, so they pumped her stomach. Seeing no improvement, we transferred her here."

Despite her nervousness, the young woman explained clearly, demonstrating her understanding of her sister's condition.

"Do you know what medicine she took?"

Zhao Heng frowned and asked.

Looking at the girl on the stretcher, pale and weak-breathing, already in deep coma — if it was an overdose of medication, her condition should have improved post-gastric lavage, not remain in deep coma.

The urgent matter now was to determine what medicine the girl took.

"I asked her classmate, and they don't know either."

The young woman shook her head.

"Is it on her phone? Maybe she mentioned it to a classmate before taking it?"

Hearing the sister didn't know, Zhao Heng's heart sank, yet he held onto a sliver of hope.

"I'm not sure; she changed her phone password, and I can't access it."

The girl's sister shook her head again.

This response made Zhao Heng furrow his brows further, thinking the girl might be quite rebellious if even her family is unaware of what drug she took, complicating the situation.

"How about the medical records?"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment. Since they couldn't figure out what drug was taken, reviewing the records might offer some insights.

The toughest scenario in clinical emergencies is when the specific cause of poisoning is unknown. Each type of medication has specific antidotes.

Delays in treatment can severely threaten life.

"Here, Doctor."

The girl's sister quickly handed Zhao Heng the records from the previous hospital.

Zhao Heng took the records and started reviewing them immediately.

[Received at local hospital at 2:03 a.m., female, 14 years old.

Chief complaint: Paroxysmal limb convulsions lasting 30 minutes

Present illness: Detected convulsions 30 minutes prior, persistent without relief, accompanied by lack of response, inability to communicate, without urinary or bowel incontinence.

Admitted to local hospital emergency neurology for "convulsion cause?" subsequent to necessary checks.]

After reviewing the history, Zhao Heng found the situation tricky; the medical history just briefly described the course. The poisoning cause wasn't specified, reflecting the local doctors' uncertainty too.

Zhao Heng then reviewed the examination results and analyses provided by the local emergency doctors.

[Severe metabolic acidosis, respiratory acidosis, suspected metabolic poisoning due to persistent convulsions, elevated CO2 pressure unexplained!]

Reading this analysis...

Zhao Heng was somewhat speechless; it seemed less helpful than nothing, stating the obvious without solving anything.

Further down, the local hospital had noted the girl developed ventricular tachycardia and received defibrillation, intubation, and assisted ventilation.

As Zhao Heng reviewed the records, the girl's sister watched tensely, and just then, he heard Tian Zhen calling out.

"Dr. Zhao, come quickly!"

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