Chapter 120 Deliberate Poisoning

"Strangely, not all the children fell ill, but they all ate the same food."

He frowned and added, "There are more than 30 children in total. Currently, eight are experiencing vomiting and dizziness, and two have a low-grade fever. But their breakfast is exactly the same as the other children's."

Qiao Wanyin suddenly stopped in her tracks: "Not all of them were infected? Do the children who were affected have anything in common? For example, did they sit at the same table, or use the same bowls and chopsticks?"

Her eyes were sharp, her brows furrowed, and she quickly organized clues in her mind.

Since it was a group meal, only some people were poisoned.

That means the problem may not be with the food itself, but with the distribution, the container, or some part of the eating process.

She must pinpoint the source as soon as possible to prevent the situation from escalating.

Xiaolin paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation on his face: "This... I didn't look closely. But it seems that all the sick ones are the kids living in the dormitory on the west side. They all ate breakfast together in the cafeteria this morning."

Just then, the clinic called back.

They said the ambulance would take at least forty minutes to arrive because of the difficult mountain roads.

Qiao Wanyin squatted down and focused intently on checking the children's reactions.

She gently lifted a child's eyelids and found that the pupils were noticeably constricted.

Touching the child's forehead again, I found it was covered in cold sweat and the skin was ice-cold.

On the other side, another child was gagging violently, but couldn't vomit much.

These symptoms were very similar to those she had learned about in her medical school textbooks.

Her heart sank; this sounded like organophosphate poisoning.

“Dr. Wang,” she looked up quickly, her voice steady yet urgent, “how much atropine did you bring?”

Dr. Wang frowned, his tone anxious.

"I only brought five. How could I possibly bring that many in such a remote place? Five... is far from enough."

Qiao Wanyin's eyes sharpened, and she didn't hesitate.

"First, wash all the children's stomachs with soapy water. Those with mild symptoms can wait for the ambulance to arrive before further treatment, but those with severe symptoms must receive immediate first aid, otherwise their lives will be in danger."

She immediately stood up, turned to the villagers gathered around, and shouted, "Go to the supply and marketing cooperative right away! And to the nearby households, borrow as much soap as possible! Also, boil some warm water—not too hot, not too cold, preferably lukewarm!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately split up and took action.

Some people rushed to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Someone ran home and rummaged through drawers and cupboards looking for soap.

Some people even carried buckets to the stove to boil water.

The scene immediately became bustling with activity.

Qiao Wanyin didn't have time to speak. She rolled up her sleeves, squatted down next to a child who was convulsing, and carefully poured diluted soapy water into the child's stomach through a tube.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of Fang Yueyue out of the corner of her eye.

The usually well-behaved little girl was huddled under a bench in the corner, her face as white as paper and her lips blue.

But his eyes were open, and he seemed to be still conscious.

Qiao Wanyin's heart skipped a beat. She quickly walked over, squatted down, and asked softly, "Yueyue, have you had breakfast?"

The little girl looked up, nodded timidly, and said in a weak voice, "I ate... but after just one sip of porridge, it tasted extremely bitter, and my tongue felt numb, so I spat it all out."

Qiao Wanyin frowned and pressed, "The porridge is bitter? Are you sure? It's not too salty or spoiled?"

"no……"

The little girl tried hard to remember and whispered, "It smelled like...like the laundry detergent my mom uses, slippery and a little pungent."

Qiao Wanyin felt a sudden jolt in her heart, as if she had been struck by an electric current.

washing powder!

A terrible thought flashed through her mind in an instant.

Some inferior laundry detergents contain organophosphates.

If accidentally ingested, it could very well cause acute poisoning!

She stood up abruptly, not even bothering to wipe her hands, and headed straight for the cafeteria.

My steps were hurried, and my heart was pounding.

She had to confirm it immediately.

In the cafeteria, the leftover food from breakfast had not yet been cleaned up, and empty bowls and leftover porridge were piled up haphazardly on several tables.

Beside the stove, a large pot of white porridge was still steaming slightly.

In the corner of the stove, an open plastic bag was clearly visible.

Inside was unused white powder; the packaging was crude and there were no labels.

Qiao Wanyin carefully examined each of the porridge buckets.

When she reached the third porridge bucket, she suddenly stopped, her nose twitching slightly.

The taste was a mixture of faint medicinal odor and a burnt bitterness.

She frowned, squatted down, reached into the bottom of the bucket, and dipped her fingertip into the remaining porridge.

Then, without hesitation, she gently licked her finger, and as soon as her tongue touched the liquid, her whole body trembled violently.

An indescribable taste immediately welled up in my mouth, both spicy and bitter.

Her stomach suddenly spasmed uncontrollably.

"Someone poisoned it!"

Qiao Wanyin's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart felt as if it had instantly sunk into an ice cave.

A chill quickly spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the hairs on my arms stood on end.

This is not a sign of accidentally eating spoiled food, nor is it due to accidental contamination.

This smell is clearly the result of someone deliberately poisoning me!

This was not an accident at all, but a premeditated and deliberate act of evil!

Anger surged within her, and she was about to turn around and shout a warning to gather everyone to check the situation when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past the window.

But that fleeting gesture sent a jolt through her heart.

That silhouette...

It looks familiar.

Slender shoulder line, slightly droopy right shoulder, a slight pigeon-toed walking habit...

It seems so...

Liu Piaopiao!