Chen Cang doesn’t care about Mr. Zhong’s application now.

He hurriedly said, "Academician Zhong, you should rest first, I'll go see the patient."

"Deng Ming, please entertain Academician Zhong."

After saying that, Chen Cang hurriedly got up and ran towards the guardian room.

At this time, everyone was surprised to find that the old man wearing a baseball cap and a down jacket and a scarf in front of him turned out to be Academician Zhong!

No wonder he just gave Professor Chen a tip!

But how long has the old man been here?

I only watched it for less than a few minutes after standing behind Chen Cang.

Can you tell the problem at a glance?

Thinking of this, everyone had to sigh, what is the real master!

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the Dinghai Shen acupuncture of domestic emergency critical care medicine.

in the country, there are truly masters in the medical industry.

But these people are old and most of them are in their seventies.

These people have actually retreated to the second line. After all, their bodies are not allowed. The main thing they do is to do some development plans, direction formulation, scientific research guidance and other directions.

Many of them even want to remove the academician’s hat, but... the country does not allow it.

Mr. Zhong is one of them.

(This... don't take the role of it. Mr. Zhong is not that mountain, the character in the book.)

Deng Ming looked at the founder of domestic emergency critical care medicine in front of him, and felt indescribable excitement.

"Hello Academician Zhong!" Deng Ming was a little excited.

Zhong Ran nodded and smiled: "Young man, go and do your business, don't worry about me."

Everyone around looked at Academician Zhong, not knowing what his purpose was to come here!

Apply for a job?

What's the meaning?

Everyone was a little curious.

Who is Zhong Ran?

Does he still need to apply for a job?

He was once the old president of Union Medical College, currently the president of the Chinese Medical Association, the head of the high-level expert group of the National Health Commission, and the academician of the two academies.

Such people are not prosperous, so I can’t invite them, let alone others.

For a moment, everyone began to guess.

And at this moment!

Chen Cang hurried to the custody room.

He Caiyun, director of the Department of Neurology at the First Hospital of East University, made more than a dozen calls in the morning, including consulting many old professors.

Now, the patient's condition has not been relieved because of the hormones.

The patient's family is even more anxious.

"Doctor, what's going on?"

"Yes, this happened just now that the fifteenth day of the first lunar month!"

At this time, Chen Cang came over.

"Professor Chen, please save my mother!" A 16-year-old girl held Chen Cang's hand directly and said in tears, "They all said you are the most powerful doctor!"

"You must have a solution, right?"

"My mom should have some help...isn't it?"

The woman's husband also looked at Chen Cang nervously.

Chen Cang looked at everyone and nodded: "Give me some time, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"

While speaking, everyone left the congested door of the custody room.

Chen Cang walked inside.

After coming in, the patient was in bed, crying with his eyes closed.

"Professor Chen..."

When everyone saw Chen Cang, they sighed helplessly.

Until now, there is still no decision.

Neither ophthalmology nor neurology, there is no exact cause.

Chen Cang nodded and walked to the woman's bedside.

She felt someone showed up and was a little anxious and nervous.

She was full of vigilance for this invisible world!

Chen Cang comforted: "What's your name?"

"Wang Xiuling." The woman sorted out her emotions and replied.

Chen Cang made himself very calm, just like chatting, and began to ask seriously.

"What's your job?"

"I am a worker at the Ammonium Fireworks Factory."

Chen Cang nodded, but he still couldn't find the key clue, because what is the relationship between fireworks and methanol?

"Oh, what do you usually do?"

Wang Xiuling sobbed: "I can never work again... Doctor, please."

"My husband is a taxi driver, I am a chemical factory worker, my two children, and my mother are sick... I can't do it if I don't go to work."

"I can't let him work alone, it's too hard."

“The work in the fireworks factory is very tedious, but not very tiring.”

"The colorful colors when the fireworks are set off are generated by the combustion of these metal powders, but these metal powders must be glued together."

"That's what I do, using glue to glue these metal powders into clumps without affecting their burning."

After hearing this, Chen Cang didn't seem to care too much.

After all, this process has nothing to do with methanol?

This made Chen Cang frown.

He Caiyun, Du Juanhong and others from the First Hospital of Dongda University looked at Chen Cang, feeling a little puzzled.

Why did Professor Chen suddenly come to chat with the patient about family matters?

Could it be caused by mental tension?

Several people were also guessing.

But Chen Cang was a little confused, how could the fireworks factory have methanol?

Did you guess wrong?

However, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Thinking of this, Chen Cang said to nurse Qin Yali: "Take blood to the patient and check for a methanol test."

When everyone heard the sound, they frowned!

Methanol?

yes!

Methanol seems to cause this.

However, this kind of test is a needle in a haystack. After all, screening one by one is not a rational method.

He Caiyun couldn't help but say, "Professor Chen, would he be... too blind?"

When Chen Cang heard the sound, he shook his head: "Wait for the result first!"

So everyone started to wait.

The result was not slow.

Chen Cang was not idle for half an hour.

Instead, I continued to chat with Wang Xiuling.

This honest woman is basically full of words.

Chen Cang suddenly asked, "Do you usually drink?"
To be continued...