Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Chen Ping frowned as he listened to Zhao Guosheng's words. "Dean Zhao, this child has respiratory poisoning. He inhaled something toxic, and the toxins have entered his lungs and bloodstream. If we don't treat it, he'll have serious problems tonight."

"You need to find a way to contact those children, otherwise if something happens, it will be a big problem."

Zhao Guosheng's face turned from white to ashen. "Okay, I'll contact Secretary Zhang and ask him to find a solution."

Zhao Guosheng turned around, left the consultation room, took out his phone, found Zhang Jianmin's number, and dialed it.

He answered after two rings. Zhao Guosheng's voice was urgent and hoarse as he explained the situation.

Zhang Jianmin didn't ask any further questions, just said "I'll be there soon" and hung up.

The poisoning of children at a school is a major incident; for any local government, it would be a catastrophe.

Children are the future flowers of the motherland. If a poisoning accident occurs and there are injuries or deaths, local government officials will be in for a world of trouble.

Zhang Jianmin dared not hesitate or procrastinate in the slightest when it came to this matter.

Chen Ping did not wait for Zhang Jianmin to arrive.

He asked Liu Wei and Wang Tao to hang the IV drip on the child first, then walked to the door of the clinic, looking in the direction of the hospital gate, his face expressionless.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Zhang Jianmin's car stopped in front of the health center.

He pushed open the door and came down, followed by two township government officials. All three of them walked quickly, their leather shoes clattering on the cement floor.

Zhang Jianmin entered the examination room, glanced at the child on the bed, and turned to ask Chen Ping, "Dr. Chen, how serious is it?"

Chen Ping said, "The situation is stable for now, but we can't delay. If we wait for the toxins to enter the bloodstream, it will be troublesome. So we need to call all of the child's classmates for examination."

"An entire class? Is it possible for an entire class to be poisoned?" Zhang Jianmin asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Secretary Zhang, this is respiratory poisoning. In other words, during the period when the poisoning occurred, everyone who was with this child could have been poisoned. It's just that some people have shown symptoms first, while others haven't yet."

"If the disease develops and treatment is delayed, it can be life-threatening. Even if it is not life-threatening, the internal organs will suffer irreversible damage."

Chen Ping's eyes were filled with an expression of the seriousness of the matter.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianmin didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took out his phone, found Principal Zhao's number at Siping Township Primary School, and dialed it.

The phone rang several times before I answered it.

Zhang Jianmin's voice was tinged with anxiety, "Principal Zhao, come to Siping Township Health Center immediately. Now, right now. Your school organized a trip to Xiaoxishan this afternoon, and some children have been poisoned and have already been taken to the health center. We'll talk when you get here."

He hung up the phone without waiting for Principal Zhao's reply.

Principal Zhao arrived a little later than Zhang Jianmin, about twenty minutes later. He ran into the courtyard, panting, with one button on his shirt askew, his hair disheveled, and his face covered in sweat.

He ran into the examination room, saw the child on the bed, and his legs went weak, so he grabbed the table for support.

Zhang Jianmin didn't give him time to recover. He pulled him aside and explained what had happened, his voice low but every word carrying weight.

Principal Zhao's face went from red to white, then from white to ashen. His lips trembled several times as he managed to squeeze out a few words: "I'll contact the homeroom teacher immediately."

His hands were shaking when he took out his phone, and he had to press the numbers several times before he got it right.

The homeroom teacher was a young woman surnamed Lin. I could hear her eating on the other end of the phone, the sound of her chopsticks hitting her bowl.

After Principal Zhao said a few words, the sound on the other end changed, and the sound of chopsticks stopped.

After hanging up, Principal Zhao dialed another number, the teacher's number, but couldn't get through. He tried another number, but still couldn't get through. He was so anxious that sweat streamed down his forehead and nose.

Zhang Jianmin pushed Principal Zhao aside and started making phone calls.

He mobilized all the people the township government could mobilize, and had them go out to notify the parents. For those who could not be reached by phone, he went directly to their homes.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jianmin turned to Chen Ping and asked, "Should we send the child to the city?"

Although Zhang Jianmin trusted Chen Ping's medical skills, the resources of the health center were limited. If all the students in the class were poisoned, the health center might not be able to treat them all.

Chen Ping shook his head. "It's too late. It takes seven or eight hours for an ambulance to get from here to Tianhai City. If we delay for even a few hours, the child's internal organs will suffer irreversible damage. We can still treat him now."

"Secretary Zhang, you don't need to worry too much. The toxin isn't very strong. As long as you receive timely treatment and detoxification, there won't be any major problems."

Chen Ping comforted Zhang Jianmin, genuinely worried that Zhang Jianmin might be frightened.

Zhang Jianmin nodded: "Okay!"

It got dark.

Two lights were on in the yard, incandescent bulbs, illuminating the ground with a white glow.

Parents arrived one after another, some carrying their children, some holding their hands, some children walking on their own, and some being carried on the backs of adults.

Each time a child enters, the yard is filled with more crying, shouting, and chaos.

Some parents didn't know the way and called Principal Zhao for directions. Principal Zhao's phone kept ringing, and he answered one call after another until his voice became increasingly hoarse.

Some parents started cursing as soon as they arrived at the health center, cursing Principal Zhao, the homeroom teacher, and the school for being irresponsible.

A woman in red had the loudest voice. She stood in the middle of the courtyard, pointing her finger at Principal Zhao's nose. Her voice was so shrill that it could be heard all over the street.

"How does your school manage children? You don't even keep an eye on them when you take them out on picnics! If anything happens to my child, I'll never forgive you!"

Principal Zhao stood there, his face flushing red and then turning pale. His lips moved several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin, arrived. She was a young woman in her early twenties, with a ponytail, wearing a white coat, and her face was as white as paper.

She stood by the yard, not daring to approach the parents. Several parents saw her and rushed over to ask what was wrong. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know either. They were fine when I took them there."

An old woman shoved her and pointed her finger at her, saying, "You can't even manage a class properly, what kind of teacher are you?"

Teacher Lin was pushed back two steps, bumped into the edge of the flower bed, lost her balance, fell, and scraped her hand on the ground.

No one helped her up; she got up on her own, stood by the flower bed, head down, and didn't say a word.

Around nine o'clock, all thirty-odd children had arrived.

Some have already shown symptoms, such as red eyes, red rashes on the body, and poor mental state;

Some of them didn't even have symptoms yet, but Chen Ping didn't let any of them slip by; he registered them all and dealt with them all.

The treatment room was overflowing, the consultation room was overflowing, and the flower beds in the courtyard, the steps, and even the floor of the corridor were filled with children and parents.

The cries, shouts, and curses mingled together, like a giant whirlpool, throwing the health center into disarray.