Liu Banxia, carrying an intubation kit, also attracted a small wave of attention as he walked over.

After all, he is now an associate director, and greetings are in order from those passing by.

There's a saying, much like giving gifts; they may not remember if you give one, but they'll surely remember if you don't. Liu Banxia is still fairly new in his position, and no one would cause trouble at this time.

It's currently a peak period for imaging exams, and there's quite a queue. Although the little baby is showing some symptoms, they don't warrant urgent care.

Urgencies are a privilege, and shouldn't be used carelessly.

"Teacher Liu, what brings you here?" Li Hao approached him when he passed by.

"This little baby isn't feeling well, so I'm sticking around here. Do you know how many people are ahead in line?" Liu Banxia asked.

"Not too bad today; more patients are coming for dressing changes. I'll head over there first," Li Hao said and hurried away.

Even though they've left the realm of internships, changing dressings and cleaning wounds are still their main tasks for now.

This is mainly because there aren't many walk-in patients in the general surgery department of the emergency center. They have to wait for the internal medicine department to call for consultations. This applies not only to Liu Banxia and Shi Lei but also to Zhou Shuwen.

However, Zhou Shuwen is more famous, so more patients come to see him voluntarily. Most of these patients need follow-up confirmations or choose to have surgery with Zhou Shuwen.

"Doctor, what could be wrong with our baby?" After waiting a while, the baby's anxious father asked.

"It's hard to say right now; that's why we need to do a CT scan. Most of the other tests are invasive, and we wouldn't do them unless necessary," Liu Banxia explained.

"Think carefully, has there been any change in the child's life compared to usual in recent days? Or did they act differently at any time?"

"Not really, right?" The baby's father looked at his wife.

The baby's mother thought carefully and shook her head, "Every day is the same. After breakfast and cleaning up, I take him to the garden downstairs to play with other babies."

"Only on good weather days, I don't take him out if it's windy. I also have a pram to provide shade, so he doesn't get sunburned."

"He likes being outside, staring at things for a long time. There are three other babies his age, and a few slightly older children, about three years old, playing there."

"Hold on, I'll find some photos of the kids playing. He's working and misses our child, so I take photos daily for him."

After speaking, the baby's mother took out her phone, opened the album, and handed it to Liu Banxia.

Since Liu Banxia had asked, she felt there was a glimmer of hope. At this point, she would do anything if someone could cure her baby.

Taking the phone, Liu Banxia looked carefully. The baby in the pictures was indeed very adorable and well cared for.

Sometimes, the baby was curiously watching a butterfly on the pram, and at other times, twisting his little head to watch other children play.

The park's environment was excellent, likely in a high-end residential area with a high greenery rate and a lawn.

Perhaps because he will also have a baby in a few months, or there's nothing else to do now, he continued to flip through the photos earnestly.

Although the baby couldn't crawl yet, his past exercises were very diligent. Watching these photos, Liu Banxia couldn't help but smile.

The little guy's curiosity was quite strong; he even dared to put a scallion in his mouth.

"The baby is very cute. Rest assured, we will do our best to figure out the situation," Liu Banxia said seriously, returning the phone.

"Doctor, what should we do now?" The baby's father asked.

"I wish I could give you a definite answer, but the information isn't detailed enough yet," Liu Banxia replied.

"There are nine people ahead of us. By then, we need to figure out how to keep the baby still, or it will take longer and might not yield clear images."

The couple nodded, understanding that getting an X-ray of their baby wasn't easy.

Liu Banxia looked at the little one, poked his small hand. The baby wasn't very shy, opening his small hand to grab his finger.

"At present, although his spirit isn't as lively as in the photos, he seems okay. Don't worry. We will check carefully," Liu Banxia reassured.

Even he was getting impatient, but the situation demanded waiting no matter the anxiety.

The busiest department in the hospital was this one; every examination took time. It's not as simple as pressing a button like photography.

After about fifteen minutes, another patient finally went in. It's likely the previous patient didn't coordinate their breathing during the scan, causing the delay.

At that moment, Liu Banxia felt the baby's little hand suddenly grip his finger a bit more tightly.

"This little guy's spirit seems...not well. Quickly, put the child on the ground, having difficulty breathing, needs intubation," Liu Banxia shouted halfway through his sentence.

The father holding the baby was a bit stunned, but Liu Banxia didn't hesitate, snatching the baby from his arms and laying him on the ground.

Now, the baby's eyes were wide, mouth open, and lips had a bluish tint—no wonder he was gripping his finger so tightly.

Though the cause of the respiratory distress was unknown, there was no time for further checks; intubation was the priority.

He was experienced in intubations but had never intubated such a small baby before. He controlled himself, operating meticulously.

Withdrawing the stylet, he checked the outer end of the tube. Feeling the baby's breath flow through, he used a stethoscope to listen to the baby's lungs.

"Breathing is still weak; needs oxygen through a ventilator," Liu Banxia said after the examination.

"Doctor, doctor, what's happening?" The baby's mother was crying anxiously.

"The baby's breath sounds were weak upon auscultation, suggesting an issue with the respiratory muscles. But it's slightly different from paralysis, less ventilatory volume," Liu Banxia explained, frowning.

After explaining, he called a nurse for a stretcher, placing the baby on it. Ensuring a proper oxygen supply was the current top priority.

Attaching the heart monitor, the baby's blood oxygen was merely 90, and the heart rate was low. After oxygen therapy, both his saturation and heart rate slowly increased.

Liu Banxia wiped the sweat from his forehead with relief; it had been perilous. Any further delay, and the child might have suffered permanent brain damage due to insufficient oxygen.

He examined the baby's pupils carefully; there was no sign of dilation and a certain level of light-tracking response, easing his worry.

"Director Liu, how is the situation?" Chen Hongyang rushed over, questioning urgently.

"Luckily, I had the intubation kit. It's likely an issue with the respiratory muscles, but not yet a critical myasthenic crisis. The baby's grip was strong, just the respiratory muscles were compromised," Liu Banxia replied.

"Moreover, I noticed muscle atrophy around the throat during intubation. Can you think of any causes for this condition?"

"I don't think it's a brain issue because, with a brain disorder, the progression wouldn't be so rapid or intense, right?"

Chen Hongyang's brows knitted together in contemplation, feeling fortunate—truly fortunate. If not for Liu Banxia's presence, the baby would have been in grave danger.

He hadn't expected the baby's symptoms to escalate so swiftly.

Initially, there was just slight ptosis and left leg weakness, yet in less than an hour, the baby suffered respiratory distress requiring intubation.

What could be the cause? It's not a myasthenic crisis, which involves generalized muscle weakness, respiratory muscle paralysis leading to difficulty breathing.

Thinking along these lines, he glanced up, alarmed, towards Liu Banxia.

Liu Banxia nodded, "Let's draw some blood for toxicology screening, focusing on botulinum toxin."

"Alright,"

Chen Hongyang acknowledged and hurriedly made arrangements.

"Doctor, is our baby poisoned?" Hearing Liu Banxia's words, the baby's mother, unable to accept this, grabbed his arm fiercely.

The baby was always under her care; how could he be poisoned? She was always cautious; if the baby was poisoned, she would be too.

"Please don't worry; it's just a general term," Liu Banxia explained.

"The baby's symptoms progressed rapidly, allowing us to eliminate some possibilities. We suspect it's influenced by a certain toxin; many exist in nature."

"Not the deadly toxins we typically think of; if it were, we wouldn't have had the chance to resuscitate."

"Think carefully—your area's greenery is so good. When the property management did extermination treatments, did you happen to pass by?"

"No, they haven't done it in a month. They always notify us in the resident group before doing so, and it's not that frequent," the baby's father answered.

"Then stop overthinking. Support your wife to sit for a while. We'll expedite the test and await the results," Liu Banxia advised.

"Many times, substances harmless to adults can be dangerous to a fragile baby."

That's all he could say to comfort them because this was his and Chen Hongyang's shared suspicion.