When the Doctor Uses A Hack
Chapter 1411 - 1414: Not Optimistic

Chapter 1411: Chapter 1414: Not Optimistic

Looking at Chen Xiaoli’s condition, Chen Cang was also a bit anxious.

Generally speaking, the onset of symptoms from rat poison is within a short time to three days, but according to Xiao Rou’s description, he took the drug roughly in one afternoon. In these two or three hours, he’s become like this. Damn, the seller was really honest!

After all, the concentration of rat poison is only about one percent. Chen Cang is not sure how much Chen Xiaoli actually drank.

"Professor Chen, there’s purpura appearing on her skin!"

Chen Cang’s face changed immediately.

Generally, in the early stages, when it’s not severe, it could be nosebleeds or gum bleeding. Now the patient is also experiencing subcutaneous bleeding and even coughing up blood, vomiting blood!

This is already severe!

Unlike other toxic medications, those who ingest rat poison often die from cerebral hemorrhage and myocardial hemorrhage.

This is truly a painful situation...

Because when the rat poison enters the body, it primarily works by competitively inhibiting and reducing the activity of vitamin K, hindering the liver’s synthesis of prothrombin and some coagulation factors, thus having an anticoagulant effect.

As a result, it manifests as bleeding symptoms in various parts of the body. This toxin can damage the walls of the capillaries, leading to aseptic inflammation, increasing the permeability and fragility of the vessel walls, which exacerbates the tendency to bleed.

The human body is already very fragile, and to be tormented like this is really...

"Continue the dose increase! 110mg of vitamin K!"

"And use glucocorticoids."

The situation is indeed a bit troublesome now.

Seeing Chen Xiaoli’s overall condition worsening was a sign of ischemia.

The blood has already been drawn for laboratory testing, and the blood transfusion department is hastily preparing.

To be honest, Chen Cang always had a bias against suicide patients.

He didn’t like them.

Every day, a large amount of medical resources are spent to save them, and sometimes... we might not even be able to save them.

Couldn’t these medical resources be used to save someone like Old Master Zhu instead?

Time ticked away, second by second.

Chen Cang noticed the bleeding seemed to persist, becoming a bit impatient.

"Use intravenous prothrombin complex concentrate, an initial dose of 40 units x 50!"

Intravenous prothrombin complex concentrate is a coagulating compound containing four clotting factors: II, VII, IX, and X, which is quite effective.

However, initially, Chen Cang didn’t want to use it. Compared to bleeding, clotting can actually be terrifying. The starting dose is 40 units/kg, and Chen Xiaoli is quite tall at 168 cm, weighing around 100 pounds.

Actually, Chen Xiaoli is quite beautiful, having inherited the height and appearance from her father, Chen Zhifu.

Chen Xiaoli’s mother is short, thick, and rotund, a plump middle-aged woman. She is very amiable and approachable when she smiles.

Chen Zhifu is rather handsome, but unfortunately, his family was poor. In those days, when food was hard to come by, being handsome was of no use.

Therefore, Chen Zhifu cherished this "short and stout" plump woman very much, returning from construction sites to help with farm work every busy season before leaving again.

However, after Chen Xiaoli went to university, she came to the capital and saw the bustling and glitzy modern era, this society of bright lights and lavish living...

With an inherently unstable worldview, it got distorted.

Her inferiority complex made her avoid her past family, and she wouldn’t even go home during holidays.

She even felt embarrassed when her father, Chen Zhifu, came to give her money, thinking other people’s parents were leaders or business owners, and at worst, had stable government jobs...

She was terrified her father would come to school wearing rustic clothes.

Chen Cang knew all this.

Chen Zhifu liked to chat with Chen Dahai after drinking, and Chen Cang had seen Zhifu cry after they drank a lot.

He felt extremely wronged.

A father who had given everything to her, yet couldn’t gain her recognition. The already impoverished family funded her arts education, but who could have imagined such a scenario?

Therefore, Chen Cang didn’t have a good impression of her. At the time, when Chen Dahai asked if Chen Cang could help her, Chen Cang declined, saying he didn’t know anyone in the entertainment industry.

Chen Cang thought, with the money to help Chen Xiaoli, it was better to help Uncle Chen Zhifu.

Moreover, it was fortunate she didn’t become famous. With such a temperament, who knows what would have happened if she had become famous.

However... prejudice is prejudice, opinions are opinions.

No matter how much Chen Cang didn’t like Chen Xiaoli, he had to treat her properly.

An hour after the intravenous prothrombin complex concentrate, the bleeding gradually subsided.

Chen Cang breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

But looking at it now, she was still not out of danger.

At this moment, evening was approaching.

When it reached six or seven o’clock, Qin Yue also came. Without needing to think much, Chen Cang knew his mother wanted Qin Yue to try to advise Chen Xiaoli.

However, did his mother really think Chen Xiaoli could be advised at this point?

It’s impossible!

Suicidal people won’t listen to anyone in the short term.

Chen Cang had seen all kinds of suicides in the emergency room.

Most are using death as bargaining chips to deceive their family’s trust and resources.

A few were impulsive or due to anxiety and depression, stuck in a dead end.

And some had reached a dead end, with no other solutions, seeing death as a relief.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoli was a mix of the second and third types.

Chen Cang glanced at Qin Yue: "Did my mom ask you to come?"

Qin Yue nodded: "Yes, Auntie asked me to persuade her, saying that as girls, there are things we can talk about.

But... Auntie mainly asked me to talk to you, to ensure you don’t hold opinions and treat her well, saying that Uncle Zhifu only has this one daughter, and no matter how bad she is... you can’t just watch her die. She’s worried about you..."

Chen Cang forced a smile, knowing his mother was concerned that he’d give up on treatment because of his poor impression of Chen Xiaoli.

Chen Cang was truly at a loss: "My mom is overthinking it."

Qin Yue asked, "How is it going?"

Chen Cang sighed, shook his head, and said, "Hard to say. For now, she’s not bleeding, but she’ll need monitoring for a day or two."

"Fortunately she was brought in early, otherwise, with such a large dose, she wouldn’t have made it."

At this moment, the emergency hall was crowded with people.

Seeing Chen Cang come out, Yang Ting led a group of people hurriedly over.

"Doctor, how is Chen Xiaoli now?"

A balding middle-aged man, about fifty years old, was sweating profusely as he anxiously asked.

"Oh! Sorry, let me introduce myself. I am the head of the Drama Department at XX Art School, Zhou Guanghui."

With such a big incident happening at the school, could they be without responsibility?

If Chen Xiaoli really didn’t make it, the school would bear significant responsibility.

After all, she hung a banner inside the school and the school’s handling was untimely, which is their responsibility.

Even the school principal had already started preparing, finding people to control the narrative, to prevent such news from spreading.

Seeing this, Chen Cang spoke frankly: "The situation is grave, the symptoms have not stabilized."