Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Innate Sacred Physique of the Little White Mouse

Just as Xu Wenyao was notifying the Academic Affairs Office of a meeting, Wu Bin had already been rushed to the hospital once again.

Li Guotai hurried out with a group of specialists in tow; the doctors following him had eyes shining with excitement, eager to get to work.

"What’s going on? Why is this kid back again?"
"Quick, ask what the problem is and which department is in charge!"
"It can't be cardiac surgery again, can it?"
"I really hope it’s a case for our department; I haven't published a decent medical research paper in years."

Hearing the experts talk like this, He Bingbing’s expression was quite vivid. Unlike the first time Wu Bin was brought in, the doctors this time didn't seem particularly worried. Could it be that they were already this confident?

He Bingbing’s intuition was actually correct. If Li Guotai hadn't been holding them back, they would have rushed over to examine Wu Bin immediately. In the eyes of these doctors, Wu Bin had become a treasure—a natural-born "lab rat." Not only were his vital signs consistently abysmal every time he arrived, but he also constantly hovered on the edge of life and death. While most people might have one foot in the grave, Wu Bin was practically dancing back and forth in front of the gates of hell.

To borrow from Schrödinger's theory, Wu Bin existed in a state of quantum superposition. You’d think he was definitely a goner, yet he was still breathing. You’d think he might pull through, but one look at his metrics would make you exclaim, "What the hell?" How on earth is he not dead yet?

Li Guotai stepped forward to inquire about the situation, and the attending physician explained the sequence of events. Li Guotai was stunned.

"You mean to tell me he got so worked up playing a video game that he ended up like this?"

The attending physician looked a bit embarrassed. "Yes, Dean. If we hadn't been there on the scene, I wouldn't have believed it either."

Li Guotai: ... This kid always knows how to provide a surprise.

He Bingbing leaned in and asked, "Dean Li, what do you think is Wu Bin's current condition?"

With his wealth of experience and considering Wu Bin’s behavior before the episode, Li Guotai judged, "He passed out from anger; it’s likely a cerebral infarction. Where are the neurology specialists? Get them over here immediately!"

The group of experts, hearing Li Guotai call for them, were more proactive than anyone else, rushing out at once. "We're here, Dean! We're here."

It must be said that there is a specialty for every trade. While Li Guotai could only make a rough assessment, the neurology experts immediately provided a conclusion after a quick examination. "It is indeed a cerebral infarction, and judging by the situation, it appears to be caused by an occlusion of a small artery."

He Bingbing looked confused. "Could you explain what a cerebral infarction caused by small artery occlusion means?"

Li Guotai explained, "It’s caused by hyaline degeneration of small arteries due to hypertension, or something like arteriosclerosis. You can think of it this way: high blood pressure leads to abnormalities in the blood vessels, which hinders blood flow and causes a blockage."

He Bingbing nodded to indicate she understood. "Is a cerebral infarction more serious than a myocardial infarction?"

Just as Li Guotai was about to speak, the group of neurologists suddenly cried out in alarm. "Damn, why is his blood oxygen dropping so fast?"
"Push him into the emergency room immediately! Start resuscitation!"
"Someone, get the surgical team ready!"

The experts, who had been quite calm a moment ago, were terrified once they hooked Wu Bin up to the monitoring equipment. Despite their prior expectations, seeing his actual vitals still sent shivers down their spines. This kid was on the verge of death! As doctors, their instincts made them tense up immediately.

Watching the experts scramble to push Wu Bin into the trauma room, the netizens in the livestream were feeling conflicted.

"Although I know this isn't the right time, why do I want to laugh?"
"One second he's laughing and chatting, the next it's total chaos. This is the 'slight' shock these frail college students give them."
"True, I saw two doctors turn pale with fright just now; I thought they were going to have a medical episode themselves, hahaha."
"With those vitals, how could they not be nervous?"

Not only were the netizens laughing, but the other doctors were as well. Only the doctors who had treated Wu Bin before knew that operating on him was a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain was that every time Wu Bin was wheeled into the trauma room, his vitals seemed to tell the doctors, "Don't bother, just bury him." That was quite stressful for most physicians. But the pleasure was that this kid had an incredibly strong recovery capacity!

The same medicine administered to him had surprisingly excellent results! Therefore, if a doctor wanted to obtain precious medical data from Wu Bin, they first had to be able to withstand the stress.

Li Guotai did not follow them in. Although he was the dean, he wasn't a master of everything. He left professional matters to the professionals. However, he could still provide some educational context for He Bingbing.

"Earlier, Miss He, you asked if a cerebral infarction is more dangerous than a myocardial infarction. That’s a bit of a biased perspective. In terms of immediate danger, a myocardial infarction is actually more critical. Because once a heart attack occurs and the heart stops beating, blood cannot be pumped to the rest of the body, and the person has a high probability of sudden cardiac death. That’s why the mortality rate for heart attack patients is so high—because when the incident occurs, there usually aren't professional medical personnel nearby to perform CPR."

Hearing this, He Bingbing followed up, "Dean Li, are you saying that as long as someone knows CPR, a heart attack patient can be saved?"

Li Guotai shook his head. "There’s a chance, but it’s not guaranteed. First, it depends on the nature of the heart attack itself; second, many people don't actually know how to perform CPR. People without professional training think CPR is just pressing on the chest and blowing air into the mouth, but every step is extremely precise. Let me put it this way: professional CPR is physically exhausting, and correct, continuous CPR will inevitably break the patient's ribs."

The netizens were shocked.

"Holy crap, is CPR really that demanding? I always thought I knew how to do it."
"I once had a buddy who said he knew CPR; I asked him to demonstrate, and I almost died laughing."
"He thought the 'blowing' part was just inhaling through the nose and exhaling through the mouth."
"To the person above, I don't get it—what's wrong with inhaling through the nose and exhaling through the mouth?"
"Buddy, the air you inhale through your nose is oxygen, and what comes out of your mouth is waste gas. You're trying to perform CPR with waste gas?"
"Patient: Thanks, I passed away peacefully."

With Li Guotai’s explanation, many netizens in the stream finally realized that CPR is not simple at all. Blindly attempting to perform it on someone else would only be counterproductive.