NCCnovel Chapter 95 Experts Make Room Rounds, Idlers Avoid Them
Chapter 95 Experts Make Room Rounds, Idlers Avoid Them
The air in the ICU of the city's central hospital was filled with the smell of highly concentrated disinfectant, but amidst this smell that was enough to kill bacteria, Wang Minyu still detected a discordant, burnt odor.
It's like someone secretly burning plastic bags in a morgue.
Zhang Kai led Wang Minyu inside, his expression as tense as a string about to break.
"Old Wang, keep your mouth shut and just watch. This patient has a special status; he's a senior executive at 'Micro-Research Power,' a high-tech enterprise that the city is focusing on supporting. If anything goes wrong, Director Liu will skin me alive."
As Zhang Kai gave his instructions, he swiped open the heavy glass door of the ICU.
Behind the glass door, seven or eight doctors in white coats were gathered around a hospital bed, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost palpable.
Standing right in the middle is Liu Jianbang, the director of the Department of Cardiology.
He was pointing at the various parameters on the monitor, his face as pale as a patient's.
"Director Liu, the patient's blood oxygen saturation is still dropping, but the myocardial enzyme profile is normal, which doesn't make sense at all for poisoning," a young doctor reported, sweating profusely.
Liu Jianbang ignored it, but when he looked up and saw Zhang Kai leading in a stranger, his brows furrowed instantly.
"Zhang Kai, who gave you permission to bring in unauthorized personnel? This is the intensive care unit, not a market!"
Liu Jianbang's voice sounded particularly jarring in the enclosed space.
Zhang Kai shrank back, about to explain, when Wang Minyu took a step forward and casually tossed the rolled-up ID onto the table with a dull thud.
"Director Liu, you seem quite irritable. Have you been experiencing constipation lately, and a dull ache under your left rib area?"
Wang Minyu's tone was calm, without a hint of hostility, yet it left Liu Jianbang speechless.
"You... Wang Minyu? What are you doing here!" Liu Jianbang recognized the face that had kept him up at night for several nights in a row. "This is a legitimate hospital. We don't welcome your scams here."
"A scam?" Wang Minyu spread out the certificate, showing the bright red seal of the Provincial Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine. "Director Liu, look carefully. This certificate was personally issued by Professor Gu. I am now an expert invited to participate in a multidisciplinary consultation. If you have any objections, you can call Professor Gu and ask him if this piece of paper of mine was made by a shady guy."
Liu Jianbang stared at the document, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
Professor Gu's reputation is unparalleled in the provincial medical community. Even a department director at the city's central hospital wouldn't dare to question Professor Gu's judgment.
"Even if you have a certificate, this is a front-line clinical practice for Western medicine. What can a traditional Chinese medicine doctor like you possibly diagnose?" Liu Jianbang sneered, but unconsciously shifted his body to the side, revealing the patient on the hospital bed.
Wang Minyu ignored his sarcasm and went straight to the bedside.
The middle-aged man on the hospital bed had an eerie bluish-black complexion. It wasn't skin pigmentation, but rather a semi-transparent membrane wrapped around his muscle tissue.
Even more outrageous, the smell of burning plastic grew stronger as the ventilator moved up and down.
Wang Minyu activated the [Aura Observation Technique].
Under the scanning of the system panel, the patient's skin color is no longer a chaotic mess, but rather presents a red light with chemical toxicity caused by the degradation of polymer materials.
[Anomaly detected: Biosynthetic polymer metabolism disorder]
[Etiology: Prolonged exposure to high-frequency ultrasonic welding environment, inhalation of vaporized resin, combined with chemical mediators in certain inferior skin care products, leads to the formation of subcutaneous polymer clumps.]
[In short: He welded himself in.]
Wang Minyu looked away, picked up a tongue depressor from the side, and gently made a line on the patient's forearm.
There were no red marks, or even any indentations from pressure on the skin.
"Zhang Kai, give me a scalpel blade." Wang Minyu reached out without turning his head.
"What are you doing! Who gave you permission to perform surgery in the ICU without permission!" Liu Jianbang yelled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "This patient has abnormal blood clotting function. If he bleeds profusely after this incision, can you afford to compensate him?"
"No bleeding." Wang Minyu took the razor blade from Zhang Kai and gently pried it off the back of the patient's hand.
Nourishes—
A very faint sound, like tearing plastic wrap.
The tip of the scalpel pulled out a thin, transparent thread. In the odor, the thread quickly hardened in the air, eventually turning into a piece of hard, plastic-like material.
The doctors who were watching were all dumbfounded.
"What...what is this? Plastic growing inside a human body?" The young doctor's voice trembled.
Wang Minyu tossed the thin thread into the tray and wiped his hands with the hand sanitizer next to him.
"Director Liu, what you call pigmentation is actually caused by the patient's long-term exposure to ultrasonic welding in the electronics factory workshop. The vaporized epoxy resin entered the subcutaneous tissue through the pores and then reacted with the kind of micro-business face cream that he usually applies, which claims to have 'nano-level repair'."
Wang Minyu pointed to the patient's neck, "This is called subcutaneous plasticization. His indicators are normal in Western medicine machines because these plastics do not participate in blood circulation. They just tie up his lymphatic vessels and capillaries like cable ties."
"Nonsense! I've never heard of such a thing!" Liu Jianbang retorted stubbornly, but his voice was clearly weak.
"Just because you've never heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Wang Minyu turned to Zhang Kai and said, "Go back to my shop and ask Old Wu for a bottle of 'Cleaner No. 2.' Also, have him go to the garbage dump in the backyard and find a few unwashed, smelly socks."
"Stinky...stinky socks?" Zhang Kai thought he had misheard.
"Yes, the stinkier the better, preferably the kind that can knock out stray cats." Wang Minyu said seriously, "This is the medicinal catalyst."
Liu Jianbang was trembling with rage: "Wang Minyu! You actually want to treat patients with smelly socks in the ICU? This is a desecration of medicine!"
"Director Liu, do you want the dignity of medicine, or the lives of your patients?" Wang Minyu toyed with the tongue depressor in his hand. "This kind of polymer is irreversible in the human body unless you can find a specific biological enzyme to break it down. Unfortunately, the mutant fungus I cultivated on my smelly socks just happens to love eating this kind of plastic."
Half an hour later, when Zhang Kai ran back to the ICU with a sealed bag in his hand, looking disgusted, all the doctors in the department consciously stepped back three meters.
The moment the bag was opened, Liu Jianbang felt as if his very soul had been struck.
"Guan Shan, make your move," Wang Minyu ordered.
Guan Shan, who had been waiting at the door for some time, squeezed into the ward like a small mountain.
He put on a gas mask, skillfully took the pair of socks that were filled with "biochemical odor," and, under Wang Minyu's direction, precisely applied them to the patient's armpits and groin, where the lymph nodes were most concentrated.
"Get the basin ready." Wang Minyu glanced at the clock on the wall. "In three minutes, he'll vomit something that will make you question the meaning of life."