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"Not table salt."

Sun Zhiqiang pressed his fingertips and clicked on the speakerphone.

"Transfer to the person in charge of the site. No one should touch that bag again. Keep an eye on it until market supervision and disease control arrive and seal it."

There was a burst of noise from the hands-free speaker first.

The awning was blown up by the wind, and someone yelled "Don't eat it" at the top of their lungs, which was mixed with the stall owner's crying excuses.

Several patients with mild symptoms sent by the night market were joking with each other about who vomited more embarrassingly. When they heard "It's not table salt," they all turned their heads.

The woman who collected the money tried to stand up by holding on to the armrests of the chair.

"Then that's the bag she used to mix the vegetables today?"

Nurse Zhao put her hand on her shoulder and pushed her back to the chair.

"Sit still first. Your lips are still purple, so don't fall down again in a hurry."

The woman's hands rested on the back of the chair and she didn't move any further.

"Sister Guo definitely didn't do it on purpose. Her child is still doing homework behind the stall."

When Lin Ye heard the word "child", his face suddenly tightened, and his voice became a little darker: "Did the child behind the stall eat? Did Sister Guo eat? Where is her husband?"

The woman sniffed and hurriedly scrolled through WeChat.

"I don't know...she would taste it when she was busy. Her husband must have eaten it. He said it was not salty enough and mixed it in another bowl."

Ma Hao pushed the list to Lin Ye's hand and circled the spaces with a pen. The more he circled, the more chaotic it became, and the paper was torn.

"Stall owners, their helpers, and those who take things away, all cram them in here? How can this grid be enough?"

Lin Ye took one look and immediately pushed the paper back.

"Don't stuff them together. The stall owner's family members are counted as one group, and the take-out items are counted as one group. Those that are eaten in the mouth and those that are just taken away without eating are also written separately."

Ma Hao said "Oh", turned the paper to the back with his backhand, and scratched the blank space with the tip of his pen.

"Okay, I'll redraw it. Don't let anyone find it by then, and we'll mess it up ourselves first."

Another shout came from the speakerphone: "Don't crowd around the stall! Everyone, stay back!"

Sun Zhiqiang listened to the noise on the speakerphone and turned to look at the security guard.

"Contact the security department and leave a passage at the entrance. The scene will be handed over to the general on-duty to take care of market supervision, disease control and 120. The emergency department will pick up people first."

The security guard nodded, turned around and ran away, the key chain on his waist clinking.

The child's father sat on a small stool at the door of the red zone, with one hand free and his mobile phone pressed to his ear.

"No one is picking up at home."

The redial interface is still on the screen.When Nurse Zhao heard this, she didn't urge him to sit further.

The pediatrician leaned over the bed to listen for breathing, and put his other hand on the child's shoulder to prevent him from choking when he vomited.Xiao Zheng placed the suction tube next to his pillow, his hand always hanging in the air, not daring to move too far away.

When the second-line emergency doctor rushed in, the zipper of his jacket was still stuck halfway, and he gasped for breath and asked for a blood test paper.

"The kid's one."

Sun Zhiqiang handed over the paper.

After scanning the values, the second-line emergency doctor glanced at the bedside.

"The value is not low, and the child's consciousness is also poor. First, continue to inhale oxygen, and the pediatrician will guard the airway. The weight, allergy history, and eating time will be checked immediately. The patient's medical history is recorded while asking. Methylene blue was assessed according to the first aid procedure. It is really life-threatening. The superior was at the bedside to weigh the medication."

When the child's father heard the unfamiliar name of the medicine, his free hand clenched tightly on his knee.

"Will it be cured with medicine?"

The second-line emergency doctor folded the note back without softening his tone.

"No one can guarantee whether it will be cured immediately or not. Don't put all your hope in just one shot of medicine. What the child is most afraid of right now is delay."

Nurse Zhao answered from the side.

"Keep calling the phone at home, and don't let anyone touch that box of take-out salads again. Just answer whatever the doctor asks, and make as many calls as you can. The more people get through, the less one person will get into trouble outside."

The man raised his hand and wiped his face.

"I know."

Over at the triage table, the blood gases of the first batch of adults are also coming out.

The nurse tore off the printed slips and placed them one by one in Sun Zhiqiang's hand.

"This methemoglobin is nineteen point eight."

"This 22.6 also has high lactic acid."

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