"Teacher Liu, my patient's CT and blood test results are both negative."
Liu Banxia had just walked out of Wang Huan's consultation room when Huang Bo quickly approached him in the lobby.
"Oh, this is interesting. It doesn't seem like the patient with intestinal fermentation syndrome you diagnosed; you didn't smell any alcohol." Liu Banxia nodded.
"Let's go take a look; has the head wound of the patient been treated? Even though the CT is negative, is there a possibility of a concussion?"
"The patient just returned, and he still seems a bit disoriented. It's also hard to stitch him up for now; he's constantly moving." Miao Rui said.
"Alright, let's see if we can't give him a shot of sedative and then deal with the wound." Liu Banxia said.
Following Miao Rui to the bedside, the patient indeed seemed restless. He was muttering some words, appearing somewhat intoxicated.
"Did you check the injection sites?" After observing, Liu Banxia asked.
