Surgery Godfather
Chapter 808 - 723 Pay Attention to Standard Academic Terminology

Chapter 808: Chapter 723 Pay Attention to Standard Academic Terminology

Director Zhou and Director Xiong immediately communicated with the traffic police, conveying the hospital’s opinion to Hu Xiaoliang.

Hu Xiaoliang agreed at once; he didn’t want to be misunderstood as using public power for personal grudges. Consequently, he reported to his superiors right away. Considering the special circumstances of the case, they accepted the proposal and directly arranged for Hu Xiaoliang to guard Wang Dapeng until the truth became clear.

For such special observation, an independent single room was required; the emergency department was definitely not suitable. The observation wards in the emergency department were extremely tight, and the doctors and nurses were too busy to bother with these "trivial matters."

Thus, under Director Zhao’s coordination, a luxury ward in the VIP area of the Overseas Chinese Building was arranged, provided free of charge to Wang Dapeng for testing.

With these arrangements, the incident was temporarily calmed, and the emergency department resumed normal order.

Directors Zhao and Xiong personally took Wang Dapeng and Hu Xiaoliang to the VIP ward. Looking at the ward that was comparable to a five-star hotel, they were dazzled and had their eyes opened to such opulence, realizing that being sick and hospitalized could be this luxurious.

Wang Dapeng just rued his lack of education in his younger years, not having kept up with the pace of society’s development, and was still a small-time foreman to this day.

After graduating from middle school, he had followed a well-known local thug into the underworld, starting by watching materials for others, and eventually branching out on his own as a foreman.

He had practically watched his former boss grow from sand digging to becoming a renowned real estate developer and secretly admired him, wishing to make a name for himself and command the wind and rain like his boss.

To his dismay, not long after he became a foreman, an anti-gang campaign swept through, with his boss arrested. Those who had gathered around the boss were either arrested or scattered like birds and beasts, and Wang Dapeng’s dreams were shattered in an instant.

As a small-time foreman, business was not easy in those times. The Land Rover he drove was nearly a piece of junk. He would take on some projects, often unable to collect payments, perpetually chasing after debts and being chased for debts himself.

"Aren’t you a better scholar than me? How come? Have you never stayed in this kind of luxury ward?" Wang Dapeng taunted Hu Xiaoliang.

Hu Xiaoliang was unfazed, "Why would I stay in a ward if I’m healthy and not in disaster?"

"Wait until you become a bureau chief or department head, then naturally you’ll have the chance. But the way you are now, aiming for such positions might be even harder than ascending to the heavens," Wang Dapeng remarked maliciously.

Hu Xiaoliang didn’t take the bait, "Aren’t you the boss driving a Land Rover who’s never experienced this kind of scene?"

Hit where it hurt, Wang Dapeng was momentarily lost for words. After all, everyone was just an ordinary person, struggling for daily meals; there was no need for anyone to mock anyone else.

The nurse arranged the ward for the two men, went over some ward precautions, and then left Hu Xiaoliang and Wang Dapeng alone in the ward.

"Hu Xiaoliang, now that there’s no one else around, tell me the truth, are you deliberately targeting me? I might have picked on you during our school days, but I was young and ignorant then. If you still hold a grudge, I’m willing to apologize. Please don’t make it hard for me. My family depends on me to make a living. I’m begging you to let me go, okay? Don’t be fooled by my driving a Land Rover; you can see this Land Rover is practically secondhand. It’s noisy all over except the horn, and I even got it as a settlement for a contract," pleaded Wang Dapeng.

Wang Dapeng truly hadn’t been drinking, but being caught by Hu Xiaoliang twice, he knew in his heart that Hu Xiaoliang was set on framing him.

Hu Xiaoliang was also angry, "I enforce the law impartially. Let me tell you, don’t try to be dishonest with me. I’m not afraid, don’t think I’ll let you go just because you’re being dishonest. With your blood alcohol level, you might just drop dead any day, even talking about supporting a family? If you truly cared for your family, you wouldn’t drink in the first place."

"So you’re cursing me, right? Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you wear that uniform. Push me too far, and see if I don’t -" Wang Dapeng swallowed his next words back down.

"You’re going to chop me up?" waited Hu Xiaoliang.

"You think I don’t dare?"

"Try me?"

For some reason, maybe because they were grown adults, less prone to rash behavior, the two men locked eyes, then both shook their heads with a bitter smile.

"Hu Xiaoliang, my dear brother, I really haven’t been drinking. These days, I’m really busy trying to collect debts and workers are chasing me for their wages. If you detain me for another ten days or more, it’ll lead to a collapse, a major incident will happen," Wang Dapeng softened his tone, pouring out his woes.

Hu Xiaoliang also calmed down, "Wang Dapeng, to be honest with you, my catching you twice was purely coincidental; I really wasn’t out to get you. I’ve forgotten about those old school squabbles long ago. You say you didn’t drink, just stay here quietly for a day, cooperate with the doctors and nurses, and the whole truth will come out. If you truly haven’t had a drink, you could probably get off lightly, no need for detention. But if you have indeed drunk and driven under the influence, calling me ’grandpa’ wouldn’t help."

Wang Dapeng nodded and sighed, "To tell you the truth, I used to have a high tolerance for alcohol, but ten years ago, I drink-drove on the highway, had an accident, and nearly lost my life. I laid in the ICU for two weeks and had no idea how much blood was transfused into me; more than a dozen steel plates were inserted into my body before I got my life back. Since then, I haven’t touched a drop of alcohol for ten years, not even eating beer duck. You say I was drink-driving?"

"But why do I really feel a bit dizzy?" Wang Dapeng rubbed his temples.

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Twenty-four hours later, Wang Dapeng’s blood test showed the alcohol was cleared, and his levels were back to normal.

The hospital arranged for high-starch foods like Chinese yam for Wang Dapeng to eat. After eating, they would take his blood for alcohol concentration tests three, four, five hours later—implementing dynamic monitoring.

Dynamic monitoring revealed that Wang Dapeng’s blood alcohol level kept rising, despite not drinking, reaching a concentration beyond 100mg/100ml.

He hadn’t drunk any alcohol, a fact corroborated by surveillance footage and eyewitness testimony from Hu Xiaoliang.

Every blood test was taken from different limbs, using different machines for testing.

The diagnostic experiments confirmed Yang Ping’s speculation; Wang Dapeng was suffering from the rare auto-brewery syndrome.

Such patients were indeed walking dissertations.

Of course, the Comprehensive Surgery Department wasn’t interested in such case reports, but the brothers in the emergency department were eagerly awaiting material to write papers on.

Comprehensive Surgery Department, Doctor’s Office.

Everyone gathered together to discuss this rare case.

As surgeons, Robert, August, and Ivan marveled at the breadth of Yang Ping’s knowledge; he seemed to know everything related to medicine, seemingly a walking encyclopedia.

"I’m quite ashamed to admit that I have no idea what auto-brewery syndrome is," Robert said elegantly. As an orthopedic surgeon, he was not familiar with these internal medicine diseases.

"Auto-brewery syndrome, also known as gut fermentation syndrome, is where the patient’s intestinal tract can use starchy foods to ferment alcohol endogenously, producing alcohol. It’s not surprising that surgeons wouldn’t be aware of it," Yang Ping educated them.

The meticulous German pulled out a draft he had prepared earlier: "Regarding this condition, the earliest mentions are in Japanese literature from the 1970s. Subsequently, reports of the syndrome have appeared from around the world, but to date, there are only a few case reports, making it a very rare disease. The pathogenesis involves dysbiosis of the body’s intestinal microflora. A proliferation of yeast and other microorganisms ferment ingested carbohydrates into alcohol, which is then absorbed through the intestinal tract into the bloodstream, raising blood alcohol levels. The main culprit is a fungus in the intestines—brewer’s yeast."

"So, how do you treat it?" Ivan was very interested as well.

Song Zimo took over: "Since the main culprit is the fungus—brewer’s yeast—in the intestines, traditional treatments include a low-carbohydrate diet and antifungal medications. Of course, there’s also a more innovative treatment for patients who don’t respond well to traditional methods—fecal microbiota transplant therapy."

"Fecal transplant?" Robert frowned as if assailed by a foul smell.

"To be precise, it involves the transplantation of a mixture of foreign intestinal content and microflora," Yang Ping explained leisurely.

"Professor, is there really such a crude treatment? Transplanting someone else’s feces into a patient’s intestines? Is it really a direct transplant of feces?" Robert inquired.

"Treatment methods are only classified as effective or not, there’s no distinction as elegant or crude," Yang Ping corrected Robert’s prejudice.

"Much ado about nothing; the probiotics in yogurt are also extracted from human feces, and you still drink it, don’t you? Some yogurts even market this as a selling point, claiming the probiotics are extracted from the intestinal bacteria of centenarians. How else are they extracted, if not from feces?" Song Zimo used a familiar example to explain the concept of gut microflora.

Pfft!

Li Guodong, who was holding a bottle of yogurt to satiate his hunger, glanced at the label, which clearly read "Intestinal Probioitics."

Were these beneficial bacteria extracted from feces?

At that moment, Li Guodong felt a churn in his stomach and an immediate gag reflex. He set down his yogurt silently, his face turning dead cold—his yogurt contained ingredients extracted from feces.

Seeing the look on Li Guodong’s face and the yogurt in his hand, Yang Ping said gravely, "The extraction from feces is entirely different from feces itself. If processed correctly, the extraction is merely pure bacteria."

"Like the recycled water on airplanes; the water you drink might have been purified from toilet water. It’s the same principle," Song Zimo reassured Li Guodong.

Li Guodong looked at the yogurt: "What if the process isn’t standardized?"

"That’s another matter!" Yang Ping said nonchalantly.

"Professor, but what you mentioned earlier is not the transplantation of bacteria extracted from foreign feces, but the direct transplantation of feces itself," Robert pressed earnestly.

August spoke in a very academic tone, "Please be mindful to use proper academic terminology. It’s not feces transplantation, but the transplantation of a mixture of foreign intestinal contents and microflora."

"Will it pass ethical review?" Xu Zhiliang could always view issues from novel perspectives.

"It should be fine, right?" Song Zimo wasn’t certain.

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