Page (1/3)

In the red zone, the child is still receiving oxygen.The middle-aged man who had just put on the wristband was covering his chest and still muttering: "I just picked up a chopstick."

As soon as Nurse Zhao's butt touched the chair, she stood up again and spoke much faster than before.

"Don't hang up the phone on the platform." Sun Zhiqiang reached out and took the receiver. "The rider, the gatekeeper, and the person who placed the order will look for it together. First, ask who has the item and whether the box is open."

Ma Hao pressed the speaker phone smoothly.

On the other end of the phone was the platform customer service. He spoke as fast as a machine gun, and it sounded like he was afraid of taking responsibility.

"The order shows that it has been delivered. The rider said that the security booth at the north gate of Dongyuan Community was placed. The recipient's phone has been busy. We are calling the rider back."

Sun Zhiqiang didn't talk about the process with her.

"Don't explain the process yet, get the rider in."

A few seconds later, a young man's voice was heard, and in the background there was the harsh sound of electric vehicle brakes.

"Doctor, I just finished delivering the next order. I remember the transparent box, which was placed on the window sill of the security booth. The note was indeed written to leave half of it for the child. I also took pictures."

When Lin Ye heard the word "window sill", his eyes paused.

People were coming and going on the windowsill.

When the box of vegetables was placed there, no one knew that the salt was not mixed in it.

Sun Zhiqiang asked: "Can the photo be posted to the platform immediately and then forwarded to us?"

"Yes, send it now."

There was the sound of ringing the phone on the phone.

Ma Hao stared at the "Takeaway" column and couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Sun, do you want to call 120 directly to the community?"

“Find the right person first,” Sun Zhiqiang said. “Don’t leave a car full of people, because the box has already entered your home.”

Nurse Zhao has turned to call the triage nurse.

"Dongyuan Community, North Gate. Remember the location first. Then add a message to the 120 Command Center. It is suspected to be a takeaway from the same source. A child may have eaten it."

The triage nurse responded, writing quickly on the notebook.

Lin Ye added four words next to the temporary list: Dongyuan North Gate.

The name of the patient is not written down yet, but the phone number and house number are still missing.

The platform quickly accessed the door phone number.

A man's voice with a local accent came first from the other end of the phone, sounding a little impatient.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

The platform customer service quickly explained: "Master, there was a takeout just left at the security booth at the north gate of Dongyuan. There may be a risk of poisoning. We need to confirm whether the item is still there."

There was a pause at the gate post.

"Takeaway? Beimen puts out so many portions a day, which one do you want?"

Sun Zhiqiang picked up quickly.

"Transparent box, cold beef, note to leave half for the child. I just put it on the windowsill."

Mengang reacted this time.

"Oh, that one was taken away by a woman. Wearing pajamas and slippers, leading a little girl."

Ma Hao held the pen, "three buildings" or "five buildings", but did not dare to write down.

Nurse Zhao raised her head to answer.

"How old is the little girl?"

Mengang became even more impatient.

"Who can guess this accurately? He must be seven or eight years old. He carries a pink schoolbag. The kid even asked, Mom, did you buy me some meat?"

The child's father was sitting at the door of the red zone. When he heard the words "little girl," he almost dropped the phone in his hand.

"I am also a daughter." His voice was hoarse. "My mother hasn't answered the phone yet."

Nurse Zhao didn't scold him, she just pushed the phone into his hand.

"Keep on beating. Beat your mother, beat the neighbors, beat the property owner, beat whoever you can."

The child's father nodded, flipped through his address book and made two mistakes in a row.

On the phone, the gatekeeper was still talking.

"She seems to live in the third building, or the fifth one. I saw her walking inside."

Sun Zhiqiang immediately asked: "Is there a group of owners? What is the property phone number?"

"Yes, yes, what are you doing? How much trouble can a box of vegetables cause?"

Mengang was still muttering on the phone when a muffled groan suddenly came from the red zone.

The middle-aged man who had been so arrogant just now was half-supporting the edge of the bed and pressing his other hand firmly on his chest, making it difficult for him to speak clearly.

As soon as the ECG leads were attached, the nurse looked down at the monitor.

"Teacher Sun, the heart rate is 126, the lips are still purple, and the pulse oxygen value is not good."

Sun Zhiqiang glanced back and immediately spoke to the phone.

"That's not an ordinary dish. Don't ask how big a problem it will cause. First post it in the group: Don't eat the cold beef. If you have already eaten it and your lips are purple, your chest is tight, you feel dizzy or you feel like vomiting, call 120 immediately. Just post these sentences and don't change it yourself."

The person at the gate was silenced by his words.

After two seconds, I heard the sound of looking for a pen.

"Slow down, I'll take note of it."

Page (1/3)