Zheng Hairong meticulously examined the little boy's condition. Although his pupils reacted, his consciousness had completely vanished.
Furthermore, the boy's lips were purple, giving the appearance of oxygen deprivation.
"Doctor, what's wrong with my son?" the child's mother anxiously inquired.
Zheng Hairong had not yet made a definitive diagnosis and therefore could not provide a certain answer.
"Dr. Zheng, take a look at the child's fingers," Chen Fan prompted.
Zheng Hairong immediately turned his attention to the boy's fingers and discovered they were also bluish-purple, just like his lips.
"What, what's happening? Weren't the baby's fingers fine just now?" The child's father looked shocked. They hadn't noticed their son's fingers changing color before.
"Take off the child's shoes," Zheng Hairong urged.
The child's father did not dare to delay and removed both the shoes and socks.
When the child's family saw that his toes were also bluish-purple, everyone was startled by the situation.
"Doctor, what, what exactly is going on? Why have my son's hands and feet turned this way?" The child's mother was filled with fear, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
"This is nitrite poisoning." Seeing this, combined with the symptoms previously described by the child's parents, Zheng Hairong made his diagnosis.
"Nitrite poisoning?" They were all taken aback.
The elderly man and woman looked confused. "What is nitrite poisoning?"
Zheng Hairong explained, "It's a type of food poisoning."
Upon hearing "food poisoning," the elderly couple's expressions immediately became agitated. They pointed at Zheng Hairong and reprimanded him, "I've never let my grandson out of my sight for a moment. He eats and drinks the same as us. How could he possibly be poisoned? You doctor, you mustn't talk nonsense!"
In the eyes of the elderly couple, the doctor's words were clearly an attempt to sow discord within their family!
Zheng Hairong then realized he had spoken without considering his words carefully and quickly explained, "This nitrite poisoning isn't caused by deliberate poisoning; it's a common form of food poisoning, for example, from eating leftover food."
"Stop talking nonsense. We all eat the same things. Although we eat some leftovers, we always heat them up. Even I, an old woman, am fine, so how could my grandson be sick?"
"I think they just want to extort money from us. Don't think we didn't see the money on your table just now; he gave it to you. Doctors nowadays truly have no medical ethics; they're a bunch of scoundrels!"
The grandmother and grandfather spoke with such sharp tongues that Zheng Hairong was taken aback, looking bewildered.
"You've misunderstood. This money is not what you think!" Zheng Hairong quickly explained.
However, the grandmother clearly didn't believe Zheng Hairong's explanation. She snorted, "Hmph, not what we think? Do you think we've lived for decades for nothing? Can't we tell what you were doing just now?!"
"Truly a bunch of scoundrels!"
Hearing the grandmother insult Zheng Hairong for the second time, Chen Fan's brow furrowed slightly. "Without evidence, please watch what you say."
"Evidence? Isn't this enough evidence? Don't think I don't know; you must be from some pharmaceutical company, here to get kickbacks for him, right?" The grandmother pointed at the fifty thousand yuan on the table and questioned.
Chen Fan replied, "I am a doctor at this hospital."
As he spoke, Chen Fan produced his work ID.
Seeing Chen Fan's ID, which also stated "Director of Surgery," the grandmother and others were startled. They looked Chen Fan up and down, questioning, "You? You're the hospital's Director of Surgery?"
Zheng Hairong confirmed, "That's right, he is the Director of Surgery in our department."
"Mom, we're wasting time with them. Let's quickly take Baby to another hospital for treatment," the child's mother urged, seeing her son's complexion worsen.
"I'll go get the car. We'll take Baby to the First Hospital," the child's father said, about to leave the ward.
"Ugh!"
However, at that moment, the little boy lying on the hospital bed suddenly let out a pained groan.
A suffocating sensation, an inability to breathe, caused the little boy to writhe uncontrollably, his entire face turning a hypoxic bluish-purple.
"Baby, Baby! What's wrong? Don't scare Mommy!" The child's mother stood there helpless, completely panicked.
"Quick! Intubate the child!" Seeing this, Chen Fan quickly stepped forward and moved the child's mother aside.
Zheng Hairong stood at the doorway, notifying other doctors and nurses. Soon, an intubation kit was delivered to the examination room.
Chen Fan took a small intubation tube, pried open the child's mouth, and inserted a soft tube into his lungs.
"What are you doing?! My grandson is so small, why would he need intubation? If anything happens to my grandson, I will absolutely not let you off!" The grandmother, seeing this, glared at Chen Fan and shouted angrily.
As soon as the grandmother finished speaking, the little boy, whose face had been pale and he had been on the verge of suffocation, immediately quieted down.
Seeing this, the grandmother's face immediately turned red, filled with embarrassment.
Chen Fan glanced at the grandmother. "Your grandson was suffocating just now. If he hadn't been intubated, he would have died."
"It's not as serious as you say. Don't think I don't know; you doctors just want us patients to spend more money!" The grandmother, blushing, still put on an air of knowing best.
"It seems you still don't understand how serious your grandson's condition is."
"Stop trying to scare us. I'm telling you, I don't believe for a second that my grandson has food poisoning." The grandmother remained stubborn.
"Draw some blood from the little boy for testing," Chen Fan instructed a nurse.
The nurse quickly took a syringe and went to the little boy's side to draw blood.
"Ah!" However, as the nurse drew blood, she suddenly cried out.
"Director Chen, look, look at this child's blood, the color is wrong!" the nurse exclaimed to Chen Fan in a panic.
Everyone in the examination room looked at the blood drawn from the little boy.
"The blood of my son, why has it turned this color?" The child's parents were shocked.
The blood drawn from the little boy was a coffee color, not the deep red of blood.
The grandmother had personally witnessed the blood draw. When she saw this, she also looked incredibly surprised.
Chen Fan remained calm, as he had known this would be the result from the moment he first saw the child.
"Dr. Zheng was correct earlier. Your family likely consumes a lot of leftover food, especially leafy green vegetables. Once heated, they cannot be eaten again, or it can lead to nitrite poisoning," Chen Fan explained.
"Mom, haven't I told you more than once not to eat leftovers, why don't you listen! Now Baby has gotten sick because of this, are you happy now?!" The child's mother, her emotions completely broken, angrily questioned the grandmother.