941 Cooperation (1/2)

”I… I'm… I'm…” Dobin wanted to talk, but he was gasping for breath. Even after several tries, he never got a full sentence out. His face was so red that he looked like frozen shrimp ready to be served.

Zuo Cidian listened carefully,and said to Hospital Director Bo, who was beside him. ”Mister New York seems to be talking about us? Do Americans learn the common lingo among Chinese now when they learn Mandarin?”

Hospital Director Bo smiled unkindly, nodded at Zuo Cidian, and said, ”Old Zuo, you are quite humorous when you try to be.”

”When you deal with Americans, you have to be humorous, right? In their movies, even if they are busy, are in an intense situation, or in the middle of saving the Earth, they just have to crack a joke first.” After Zuo Cidian finished, he called for an interpreter. ”Tell him that I am a doctor of the Emergency Department of Yun Hua Hospital. Ask him if he is allergic to anything, if he is exposed to allergens, and what it might be.”

The interpreter translated his words quickly, and he spoke in such a faltering manner that he could not quite convey the message.

Zuo Cidian and the others were not in a hurry. They all looked at him calmly.

The tears in Dobin's eyes were about to flow out as he shook his head vigorously.

”Raise a finger if you did not touch an allergen. If you're not sure, raise up two fingers. If you've had a similar situation before, three fingers,” Hospital Director Bo looked at Dobin who had trouble breathing. He decided to give him a multiple-choice question.

Dobin shook his head in pain, then raised two of his fingers.

”Well, he doesn't seem to be useful to our cause. We can only rely on ourselves now,” Hospital Director Bo mumbled in Mandarin, and he was not afraid that the interpreter might actually make a blunder and translate his words.

”Find a flat place for him so that he can be in a semi-reclining position.” A doctor came over to observe Dobin's condition and gave a suggestion.

Zuo Cidian said, ”Lie on the ground? Hmm, someone, please find some cushions…”

”The floor is a little cold. We have to make sure he doesn't catch a cold.” Another doctor by the side gave a thoughtful reminder.

”It's better to lie on the table. It'll be easier to treat him. How about this bar? Is it too tall?”

”I think the table where they served cold dishes just now is good. But I am not certain if it would hold Mister New York's weight.”

”Both of you, lift the table with the cold dishes over. Has anyone called the emergency number already?”

Dobin was surrounded by doctors, or at least, by medical-related people like Hospital Director Bo. With everyone giving out ideas on what to do, things were ultimately done in an orderly, calm, composed, relaxed, and leisurely way…

In truth, changing the venue at that moment could lead to alarm and only attract more people's attention. Hence, the doctors conducted themselves in an organized fashion.

Hospital Director Bo, who could be considered half a host, was neither too nervous nor excited at this time.

At the same time, the doctors discussed.

”Is it anxiety? It's said that there are a lot of patients with anxiety in America. They faint very easily. By the way, have you seen people with anxiety in China faint?”

”I haven't seen it before. There are also very few who end up like this when they have serious allergy reactions. If it's a very serious allergy, they should be dead by now.”

”The most common one is still myocardial infarction, right? It's precisely because of the lack of serious allergic reactions that makes it hard to deal with this situation.”

Most of the doctors spoke in Mandarin, some gathered together to speak English, and some of them spoke some strange languages mixed with English. For a while, they actually created a happy and harmonious atmosphere. The doctors were polite to each other, as if they were having a question and answer session during a seminar. There was no end to their discussion, and they were not in a hurry.

As the patient, Dobin was a little anxious. His hands were clasped around his neck, and he was about to faint as he had trouble breathing, but since he had not fainted yet, he was a little used to his current posture.

”It is now generally recommended for you to not press down on your neck.” A doctor came up and pulled Dobbin's hand off his neck.

Dobin rolled his eyes and stared at the doctor.