Chapter 1629: 1629: After Darkness Comes the Dawn

Chapter 1629: Chapter 1629: After Darkness Comes the Dawn

Wu Mingyun couldn’t believe that his student could be so unusual, spouting nonsense in such a situation.

He felt a bit amused, wanting to laugh yet also wanting to intervene, but in the end, he chose not to comment.

He understood completely that even if a diplomatic incident arose, Luo Ziling would emerge unscathed.

In fact, if this incident were to be exposed online, Luo Ziling might even become a hero.

After insulting the Japanese who attempted to humiliate the Huaxia delegation, there would definitely be those fervently patriotic youth, both genuinely and falsely patriotic, who would rally behind him online.

It was so satisfying.

Wu Mingyun noticed several people taking out their phones to record the scene where Luo Ziling just cursed.

Of course, what he didn’t know was that Lin Lan, standing next to Luo Ziling, had already used a micro camera system to record the entire process of today’s event.

Wu Mingyun also understood Luo Ziling’s intention in doing so; this kid relied on his special identity and, having no official appointment, just the status of a student, felt free to speak casually.

If Luo Ziling had a position within the group or held an official position back home rather than being a student, he wouldn’t dare to speak so recklessly.

Luo Ziling’s purpose was simply to toy with the Japanese and create more chaos, making it impossible for them to clean up the mess.

Indeed, older officials think differently than ordinary people.

What Wu Mingyun considered was indeed part of Luo Ziling’s thoughts, but only a portion.

Today, he was quite angry because during the afternoon visit, he surprisingly developed a favorable impression of the Japanese. In the later events, he felt deceived, hence angered and embarrassed, eager to redeem himself, especially when facing the little old man.

Upon seeing the little old man almost faint from anger, he said indifferently, “I didn’t expect the Japanese side official to be this narrow-minded. Forget it, just consider what I said earlier as unsaid. You might as well assume I can’t treat such poisoning cases either.”

After finishing, Luo Ziling smiled gracefully, ready to call his companions to leave the case discussion room.

But unexpectedly, a doctor from the affiliated hospital, who had been silent all along, spoke up, “Can you really treat a patient poisoned by this pesticide?”

“I didn’t say I could definitely save him. I just said if the poisoning occurred within two hours, and the dosage is under fifty milliliters, I have a half chance of saving him.” Luo Ziling, of course, left room for himself by not speaking too definitively.

“Alright then, help us save the patient first, and I’ll try my best to meet your request,” the person replied sincerely, “As long as you can treat the patient.”

“You can fulfill my request?” Luo Ziling looked confused, “But how can I trust you?”

“His father is the Metropolitan Prefect,” someone beside answered for him.

Luo Ziling knew what the position of Metropolitan Prefect was, presumably akin to the mayor’s level.

After hearing that, he seriously regarded the doctor who promised to meet his request, still harboring doubts inside.

“Please trust me, our greatest wish now is to find a way to treat this type of drug poisoning,” the doctor extended his hand to Luo Ziling, “I promise again, the requests you mentioned earlier, I will fulfill them provided you treat the poisoned patient.”

“What if I can’t treat him?” Luo Ziling asked back.

“Then you just need to apologize to us; there’s no other demand. Because we understand there’s no currently effective treatment for this kind of poisoning. You only need to apologize for your rudeness earlier, to him, and to us,” the doctor pointed at the little old man whom Luo Ziling cursed and who hadn’t yet composed himself.

“Okay, I agree,” Luo Ziling consented after a brief consideration.

The doctor, who had remained silent earlier, made Luo Ziling feel a sense of something beyond confrontations.

The doctor hurriedly ordered someone to prepare working clothes for Luo Ziling, and personally led Luo Ziling to the other patient’s emergency ward.

“Ziling, can you really do it?” Wu Mingyun asked softly, a bit worried, as he walked over to Luo Ziling.

“What I mentioned earlier is true; my grandfather and I spent two years specifically researching this, and we achieved some minor results,” said Luo Ziling, proudly showing a glimmer of pride.

Wu Mingyun didn’t ask further questions because he sensed confidence in Luo Ziling’s demeanor.

The fifty percent chance Luo Ziling mentioned was surely conservative; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so assertive—this is what Wu Mingyun thought.

Wu Mingyun’s thought was correct; Luo Ziling indeed had previous experiences successfully saving patients from this terrifying pesticide poisoning.

Without engaging in further conversation, Luo Ziling quickly changed clothes. Wu Mingyun supported Luo Ziling’s work by instructing several known companions to follow him and also let Lin Lan accompany him.

Without needing a command from Wu Mingyun, Lin Lan, who still bore responsibility for Luo Ziling’s safety today, surely went in as well.

Within just five minutes, Luo Ziling got ready, and the others also changed into hospital attire.

The little old man also struggled to change into work clothes, intending to personally observe Luo Ziling’s treatment method.

No further time was wasted; Luo Ziling, fully prepared, followed others into the emergency room.

The patient was having their stomach pumped, with saline hooked up to their arm. Doctors and nurses were working on the rescue, but much of it no longer needed manual intervention as machines could handle many tasks.

Under the lead and instruction of the doctor, whose name Luo Ziling still didn’t know, Luo Ziling and his few companions entered the ward.

Once in, along with the doctor who made the earlier promise, Luo Ziling checked the patient’s condition.

Luo Ziling carefully examined the patient’s breathing and heartbeat, then checked the pulse detail. After approximately a ten-minute assessment, he nodded to the doctor, who simply nodded back without any words.

Luo Ziling offered no comments on the current treatment. He took out a pill from the bag he brought, instructing the nurse standing by to administer it. However, the nurse, full of doubt, looked at those around.

Slightly frustrated, Luo Ziling put the pill into the patient’s mouth himself, applied pressure on two acupoints on the patient’s throat, ensuring the medicine was swallowed. He also personally assisted in giving the patient a little water.

After completing these, Luo Ziling checked the pulse a bit more and reviewed other conditions before starting the acupuncture therapy.

Administering acupuncture to such patients is entirely different from regular treatment.

Luo Ziling aimed to find ways to expel all toxins from the blood and organs. This was crucial to rescue; by preventing the substance’s further contact with blood and organs, organ damage would undoubtedly be drastically reduced.

Luo Ziling had Lin Lan stand beside him to prevent any interference. With swift techniques, he sterilized his intended treatment tools and sanitized several critical acupuncture points on the patient’s chest and abdomen before commencing acupuncture.

The monitoring video system in the ward also adjusted, directing entirely towards Luo Ziling and zooming in closer.

(The treatment of paraquat poisoning here is purely fictional. Currently, there is no effective treatment for this pesticide poisoning; do not believe a novelist’s words.)