Surgery Godfather
Chapter 807 - 722: The Drunkard Who Doesn’t Drink Alcohol_2

Chapter 807: Chapter 722: The Drunkard Who Doesn’t Drink Alcohol_2

At this moment, a tall middle-aged woman was escorted in by the security. Her face was full of anger. Upon seeing Officer Wang, she immediately exclaimed, "I am Wang Dapeng’s wife; he definitely didn’t drink. Officer, there must be a misunderstanding. I know my husband very well; we’ve been married for ten years, and he’s never touched a drop of alcohol. How could he possibly be drinking? There must be some mistake here."

"Have you been bothered by something recently, maybe drinking in secret to cope?" Officer Wang asked.

The woman shook her head emphatically, "Impossible! I know him better than anyone; he wouldn’t drink in secret. Did you say he wanted to commit suicide? How embarrassing is that? Let me go see him."

"You can’t go in for now; the police are trying to talk him down," Officer Wang worried that if Wang Dapeng’s wife entered and said something wrong, it might provoke the patient.

The woman disdainfully retorted, "Talk him down? Let him try to commit suicide in front of me."

The woman, fierce in nature, didn’t care for anything and, pushing away Officer Wang’s hand, barged into the resuscitation room. There, the robust and brawny Wang Dapeng was crouching in a corner, holding a sharp piece of glass to his neck. The sharp point had already pierced his skin, a trickle of fresh red blood seeping out. He was shouting, "Hu Xiaoliang, don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’re a cop now. You arrested me for drunk driving last time; I let it go. But this time, you’re doing it again, slapping a DUI charge on me—it’s just too much. If you don’t give me an explanation today, I’m capable of anything."

"Stay calm, there might be a misunderstanding. Put the glass down first, and then we can talk, alright?" another police officer persuaded.

"Why don’t you go ahead and cut yourself? Do it! Why aren’t you cutting? A real man, aren’t you ashamed?" Wang Dapeng’s wife yelled loudly.

Caught off-guard, Wang Dapeng focused his eyes and saw it was his wife. Her suddenly appearing formidable demeanor deflated immediately, and the glass in his hand clattered to the floor.

The woman strode forward, seized the collar of Wang Dapeng’s neck like catching a chick, and forcefully pulled the imposing figure of Wang Dapeng out from the corner.

Indeed, there was the smell of alcohol on Wang Dapeng; how could it be? The woman was extremely puzzled in her heart.

"Hu Xiaoliang, I know all about the issues you had with Wang Dapeng back in high school. Back then, none of us knew any better. Now you’re a police officer, and he’s also settled down with a family. There’s no need to settle old scores over such trivial matters. Last time I was with him the whole time, he didn’t drink any alcohol at all, yet you charged him with a DUI and confiscated his license for half a year. We tolerated it, and let that slide, but this time you’ve done it again. Don’t think we’re easy to bully. I’m not afraid of you. There’s always somewhere to report you guys. Let me tell you, this isn’t over yet!" Wang Dapeng’s wife bravely challenged, facing the traffic officer Hu Xiaoliang without flinching.

Hu Xiaoliang was completely baffled. Settling personal scores? He had already forgotten about the old affair. Catching Wang Dapeng twice was purely coincidental.

Driving under the influence and drunk driving, the evidence was ironclad. How could a blood test be wrong?

Wang Dapeng’s threat of suicide was nothing more than a desperation tactic to make them let him off the hook. But how could it be possible?

Wang Dapeng’s wife still hadn’t let go of the grip on his collar: "What’s this about committing suicide, you coward? Haven’t you been wronged, they didn’t do anything to you, did they?"

"No!" Wang Dapeng replied, his tone slightly timid.

"You can’t leave! We haven’t sorted things out yet. You think you can just walk away from a DUI? Detention is mandatory for drunk driving," Hu Xiaoliang was equally stubborn.

"The blood tests taken twice just now both showed your blood alcohol concentration to be over 102mg/100ml, irrefutable evidence. How could you think of just walking away? I’m not afraid of your commotion, did you think that making a scene would get you off the hook? It’s too naive!" Hu Xiaoliang said sternly.

Hu Xiaoliang was indeed not acting out of personal vendetta; it was purely coincidental that he caught Wang Dapeng twice. If he were to back down now, he might really be presumed to be settling old scores.

Wang Dapeng raised his thick eyebrows: "Don’t I know myself if I’ve had a drink? Let me tell you, Hu Xiaoliang, don’t provoke me."

Wang Dapeng’s wife absolutely believed in him; he definitely hadn’t drunk. There must be something fishy about the situation, perhaps even a set-up by Hu Xiaoliang, but for the moment she was at a loss to figure it out.

But one thing she could be certain of was that her husband definitely hadn’t been drinking, because he never drank.

The doors to the emergency room were fully open, and Wang Dapeng was being pulled by his wife, ready to leave the place.

Letting him go like this was impossible. Several police officers quietly surrounded him, intending to take control of Wang Dapeng. But Wang Dapeng was burly, and his wife was also a fierce character, so they didn’t dare to act rashly to prevent a possible overreaction. After a silent exchange of glances, the police officers dispersed. With the cooperation of a few security guards, they enclosed Wang Dapeng, ready to subdue him at any moment.

Yang Ping and the others, seeing the crowd coming out, immediately stepped back a few meters for safety.

"Is it possible that he really hasn’t drunk any alcohol?" Upon hearing the earlier conversation, Yang Ping suddenly posed the question to Director Xiong.

Director Zhao, Director Xiong, Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, and several consulting directors all turned their heads to look at Yang Ping: "Do you believe what he said?"

Yang Ping nodded: "Believe the patient’s own statement!"

Believing the patient’s own statement is a medical principle; when a patient says they feel unwell, you first have to assume it’s true and then identify it through scientific means.

If you arbitrarily assume the patient’s statement is false, you block the path to the truth.

"Are there really drunkards in this world who don’t drink?" Officer Wang joked.

Yang Ping nodded: "Indeed, there is a strange disease called Auto-brewery Syndrome. It doesn’t require drinking alcohol; just by consuming high-carbohydrate foods, these can ferment in the patient’s intestinal tract, and then they break down into large amounts of alcohol. The alcohol is absorbed into the blood through the intestinal tract, just the same as if the patient had drunk alcohol, meaning the patient’s intestines act like a little brewery."

Auto-brewery Syndrome?

Director Xiong’s eyes lit up. That was a legendary condition, and in over twenty years in the emergency department, he had never encountered a single case.

When this statement came from Yang Ping, everyone paid special attention. If this disease really existed, and if Wang Dapeng had it, the penalty might need to be reconsidered.

Low-probability events aren’t guaranteed not to happen.

"How do we diagnose it?" Director Xiong had only heard of the condition and didn’t know much about it.

"It’s very difficult to make a diagnosis with medical examinations; it can only be diagnosed indirectly through an experiment. He must be monitored continuously for 24 hours, absolutely forbidden from eating or drinking anything with alcohol. After his blood alcohol level returns to normal, then feed him some high-carbohydrate foods, like sweet potatoes, potatoes and such. Two hours later, measure his blood alcohol level every hour. If the blood alcohol concentration rises again, Auto-brewery Syndrome can be diagnosed." Yang Ping believed Wang Dapeng’s statement; whether true or not, he had to first treat it as true and then scientifically verify it.

Woken by Yang Ping’s words, Director Xiong felt they made a lot of sense.

"I’ll talk to the traffic police about this suggestion and find a room for him to stay in, have someone guard him for 24 hours and monitor his blood alcohol level as you suggested." Director Xiong was quite curious and wanted to probe into the matter himself.

Encountering the legendary Auto-brewery Syndrome was like bumping into a myth.

PS: I went out for a study exchange in March, and shortly after coming back, I was sent away again for a period of time in April. Now that I am back, I will continue updating! Sometimes my work schedule is so hectic that I can’t update as usual, for which I am truly sorry! I bow in apology!!!