Preamble:
One day in 1994, a suspenseful horror was staged in Riverside General Hospital in California, USA, which even the authority of the medical profession could not let go. In the middle of the night on February 19 of that year, the hospital received a 30-year-old female patient with terminal cervical cancer, Gloria Ramirez. A treatment process that should not have been noticeable has become a mystery that spans 30 years, when 23 medical workers mysteriously collapsed while giving Ramirez first aid, and Ramirez, as they called "Mrs. Poison", became famous.
It is still uncertain whether this was a sudden accident or some unsolved mystery hidden in the woman's body. Today, the truth has been lost in the long river of history, and all we can do is remember and learn the lessons so that the same tragedy will not happen again.
With advanced cervical cancer, Ramirez had his first encounter with death
One day in January 1994, Ramirez felt heart-rending abdominal pain again. She couldn't help but fall to the ground, cold sweat flowing. This isn't the first time this has happened, but this one seems to be particularly serious. Ramirez dragged his frail body to the nearest hospital. She thought it might be an acute appendicitis attack, but she didn't expect that a single examination report would change her entire life.
"Advanced cervical cancer...... Metastasis and spread are inevitable, and it is recommended to start chemotherapy immediately......" The doctor's words echoed in her ears, and Ramirez felt the world spin. Her body trembled, and tears blurred her eyes. This can't be! She is still so young and has two lovely children to take care of. She can't just die!
The attending doctor sadly informed Ramirez that the cancer had metastasized too much to be surgically removed. He prescribed her a number of medications to relieve the pain, including MRM MSM ointment, which needed to be applied to the affected area for relief. This became Ramirez's only weapon in the fight against death.
Ramirez nodded mechanically and turned to leave the doctor's office. Her steps were vain, and it felt like the whole world was far away from her. Beloved children, warm homes, and a bright future are all in disappearance at this moment. All that was left was endless healing, the pain of not moving an inch, and the looming death......
Late at night, a race against death
Day after day, Ramirez fought the disease tenaciously. During the day, she also has to take care of her two children, trying to make life go on as usual without revealing any flaws. Late at night, when the children fall asleep, Ramirez weeps silently in the dimly lit room.
The pain is becoming more frequent and unbearable. Ramirez is well aware that the scythe of death is slicing her life bit by bit. She began to sleep all night long, exhausted by the pain.
Late that night, the abdominal pain flared up again, and it was extremely intense. Ramirez was in pain and struggled to get to the emergency services. By the time the ambulance arrived, Ramirez was unconscious and ignored the questioning. She clutched her phone, her nails digging deep into her palms, curling up in pain. This time, Ramirez knew he had to race against death.
As the ambulance roared down to Riverside General Hospital, time was a long time for Ramirez. She was delirious, but she vaguely sensed that life was passing. By the time he was finally carried into the emergency room, Ramirez had fallen into a deep coma. The paramedics were anxiously watching the beating ECG, and Ramirez's vital signs were declining. At the same time, the scythe of death is also being raised, and this tug-of-war is heating up.
A frightening scene in the operating room
"300 volts! The chief surgeon shouted in a panic. The nurse on the side hurriedly cut Ramirez's blouse, revealing her pale body. At this moment, everyone was surprised to find that Ramirez's bluish skin shimmered with a faint sheen, as if it had been coated with a layer of wax.
Without time to think about it, the surgeon pressed the shocker against Ramirez's heart. "Tong!" At command, 300 volts of electricity passed through Ramirez's muscular twitching body. The doctor screamed and turned the voltage up again, but Ramirez showed no signs of waking up. She had been clutched by death and refused to let go.
Just then, an unpleasant smell slowly spread from Ramirez. "What does it smell like? How does it look like a mixture of ammonia and garlic?" muttered a nurse covering her nose. The next second, she saw Dr. Kane, who was in charge of the tests, suddenly fall to the ground like a kite with a broken string. Then two more doctors and nurses collapsed.
"What's going on?" "Toxic gas leaked!" The operating room suddenly exploded. Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do next. In the chaos of these few seconds, Ramirez, whose life was hanging by a thread, stopped his heartbeat and stopped breathing. Death finally took her away, leaving 23 "corpses" on the floor of the operating room that had fallen for no apparent reason.
The FBI intervenes in the investigation, and an absurd drama is being staged
This bizarre event quickly made headlines and appeared on major news channels. An absurd suspense drama is being staged. The hospital immediately cordoned off the scene and urgently contacted the FBI to set up a special investigation team. To everyone's surprise, however, the team searched for a week and did not find any suspicious toxic gas residues in the hospital. If it weren't for the 23 mysteriously unconscious witnesses in the emergency room, the matter would not have been believed.
In order to unravel the mystery, the investigative team turned to Ramirez's remains. After repeated review of the autopsy results, they finally found a clue that Ramirez had a large amount of dimethyl sulfide in his blood that should not be there. They determined that the substance would turn into dimethyl sulfate, a highly toxic nerve gas, at low temperatures. It was the inhalation of this poisonous gas by the medical staff that caused the collective poisoning and fainting.
However, this claim was immediately questioned by widely, including the medical staff themselves. The first problem is that dimethyl sulfide cannot be converted to dimethyl sulfate at all. And there were no residual toxins in Ramirez's body or in the ward. The poisoning theory is beginning to be untenable, and this seemingly absurd farce seems to have another hidden meaning.
As a result, all kinds of conspiracy theories began to spread. Healthcare workers suspect that the deterioration of cervical cancer is causing the strange symptoms, while scientists speculate that it may be a collective hallucination caused by the effects of some kind of drug gas. But the most frightening claim is that this is actually a human experiment on the military's secret development of biological and chemical weapons. It's just that they found the wrong test and killed Ramirez, who was supposed to be treated.
When people go to the empty building, the truth is buried
All speculation came to an abrupt end after Ramirez's death. The unfortunate woman became a victim and victim of this unsolved case. People hyped her as "Mrs. Poisonous", but never gave her the slightest care while she was still alive.
Perhaps this is just an unexpected episode in the history of medicine, a mystery that is destined to be difficult to solve. But it reminds us to value life and spread warmth and love. We could have given Ramirez more love while she was alive and helped her through those difficult days of treatment. We shouldn't have allowed a mother to die in despair.
Now, Ramirez is gone, and the truth is gradually annihilated in the long river of history. This will forever remain an unsolved mystery. All we can do is learn from this and not let such a tragedy happen again. Maybe one day the truth will come out, and then Ramirez won't come back. In the end, all we can do is remember, regret and remembrance. This unsolved case, which spanned 30 years, finally came to an abrupt end.