An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 153 The Surge (Part 2)

Not long after, Chu Yao came out of the bathroom carrying a basin of warm water in both hands, with a white plastic hose clutched in one of her hands, which she had just removed from the shower.

She put everything on the coffee table and then hurriedly ran to the cabinet under the sofa to get the first-aid kit.

Jiang Zheng had vomited almost all of it. Apomorphine is a centrally acting emetic. It is very effective in the early stages, and can induce vomiting of most of the stomach contents. However, its effect weakens significantly later on, and a certain amount of stomach contents will remain.

There is currently only one way to completely clear the stomach contents.

Actually... Chu Yao wasn't very confident.

Chu Yao ran over and supported the swaying man. When she touched the back of his hand, she could clearly feel the blood vessels under his skin bulging slightly due to blood congestion.

Sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead to his neck, his whole body trembled violently, and his head was lowered, so his expression was not visible... As Chu Yao watched, her eyes welled up with tears.

She reached out and cupped the man's chin, trying to lift his face with force, but his chin, supported by her fingers and palm, stubbornly resisted her.

But at this moment, Jiang Zheng was clearly no match for her in terms of strength. Chu Yao only added a little more strength and successfully made him surrender.

A face appeared in her field of vision, twisted, twitching, and ferocious, with bloodshot eyes that avoided her gaze. Her teeth were chattering as she bit her lip with all her might, and blood was flowing from the corner of her lips.

He had completely lost his usual nonchalant and lazy demeanor.

Tears welled up instantly, pouring down like rain. Chu Yao didn't bother to wipe them away, and the hand that was holding his face began to tremble.

Chu Yao looked directly into his eyes and said earnestly, word by word, "I will help you! I will help you!"

Chu Yao struggled to drag Jiang Zheng to lie down on the carpet, and then brought over the tools she would need: a plastic tube, a basin of warm water, a syringe, tweezers, and an empty basin.

Seeing this, Jiang Zheng still gritted his teeth and asked, "What...are you...going to do?"

"Gastric lavage."

Even the slightest difference in dosage can determine whether he becomes addicted and to what extent. Although Chu Yao didn't know how he ended up drinking drugs, she could tell that he had even used apomorphine, so he definitely didn't want to become addicted. Therefore, the only way to minimize the risk was to immediately perform gastric lavage.

However, the problem is that Chu Yao has never tried it before. She only saw her teacher demonstrate the emergency artificial gastric lavage method with props in class when she was in school.

Having only theoretical knowledge but never practical experience, she was actually quite unsure of herself.

Chu Yao looked at him again, her eyes filled with hesitation, and said frankly, "I'm not confident, and I'm not sure I can master the technique. If I don't operate it properly, it could be very dangerous, even life-threatening." At best, it could damage the esophagus or cause stomach perforation; at worst, gastric juices could flow back into the chest and abdominal cavities, causing serious infections, pneumothorax, and other complications. If not treated promptly, it could really be life-threatening.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Yao finally decided to let him choose for himself: "So you want to..."

“I…believe…you.” Jiang Zheng’s fingernails dug deeply into the carpet, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force. “It’s better than…being…a living dead….”

Having worked his way up in this industry for years, he has seen far too many addicts, none of them even remotely human.
That was enough. Time was of the essence, so Chu Yao stopped hesitating and efficiently disinfected the utensils one by one.

Just before they started, Chu Yao rushed to the sofa to get a cushion and placed it on Jiang Zheng's right side to keep him in a left-side lying position.

She then used her free hand to adjust the position of his head, her slender fingers slipping between the man's sweaty, short hair. It was warm and sticky, as if a heavy, warm current was flowing through it. Chu Yao instructed, "We'll be intubating you soon. I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but you must maintain this position as much as possible and not move. You also need to try to control any shaking of your body, otherwise it will be difficult for me to intubate you, and there's a risk of reflux and aspiration."

The stinging pain in his body was excruciating, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Jiang Zheng had already closed his eyes, his brows furrowed. After several seconds, he finally nodded. At this moment, his hearing and reaction were incredibly sluggish.

Tears of irrationality streamed down the man's face. Perhaps the pain was too much. He had remained silent even when the bullet was being removed without anesthesia, but now he was making indistinct sobs.

Like a helpless child curled up on the ground, small and broken.

A sudden, dull pain shot through her heart. Chu Yao bit her lip, resolutely averting her gaze and warning herself to focus on her work.

"Open your mouth," came Chu Yao's calm voice.

Under Chu Yao's control, the plastic tube entered through her mouth and slowly extended into her esophagus.

"Don't bite the tube," Chu Yao quickly freed one hand to pry open his uncontrollable teeth.

The end of the tube eventually enters the appropriate position inside the stomach.

After inserting the tubing, Chu Yao used a syringe to draw an appropriate amount of warm water and slowly injected it into the beginning of the tubing. After the injection was complete, she carefully controlled the rhythm and then slowly aspirated the mixture of liquid from the stomach.

This process of injection and aspiration is repeated until the eluent becomes clear and odorless.

Friendly warning: The information about artificial gastric lavage is based on verified data, but please do not attempt it yourself! Danger! Danger! It is truly dangerous!

Secondly, the character's drinking of drugs is for plot purposes; he is forced into it by responsibilities and missions, drawing inspiration from a drug enforcement documentary. We solemnly declare that ordinary people should have zero tolerance for drugs and should not harbor any侥幸心理 (a sense of侥幸, a belief that one can get away with something) or 奇奇心理 (a sense of curiosity or morbid curiosity)! Danger! Danger! Deadly danger!