The drowning man opened his eyes at this moment, he was still in a daze, his eyes were dull and he didn't know what happened, he just woke up and he was weak.
Seeing this, the child next to the man howled again, "Daddy, you finally woke up! Sen'er was scared to death."
Seeing this, the man opened his mouth to say something but couldn't make a sound, so he said solemnly: "You can carry him back now, it's up to the doctor to treat him later."
The doctor hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted, "Please also ask this young master to help, I have little talent and learning, so I can't take human life lightly."
This doctor is not very old, and he has just graduated as a teacher. He misdiagnosed him as lifeless and asked his family members to prepare for the funeral. How dare he prescribe medicine now? Just taking a pulse was just to confirm whether the man really came back to life.
Solemnly waved his hand and said: "I can't do this follow-up without you. You don't need to blame yourself too much. This person is just a fake death. From the outside, he is almost the same as a dead person. His breathing, heartbeat, pulse, etc. are very weak. You can’t find out the method, but if you can actively treat it, you can survive. You are still young and inexperienced, and it is inevitable to make mistakes for a while, but you need to be more cautious in the future, human life is precious and cannot be taken lightly.”
The doctor listened humbly and couldn't help asking: "Young master, can you teach me how to distinguish between real and fake death?"
After saying this, the doctor also felt that something was wrong, and the roots of his ears turned red. No matter what kind of profession or profession in this world, they will keep their own unique knowledge. If you tell others everything, you will starve yourself to death, and the same is true for medical skills. But Langzhong was really curious, human life was at stake, and he wanted to try it no matter what, so he didn't take back his words even though he felt it was inappropriate.
As a forensic doctor, I have seen many people who died in various ways, and they will cherish life. Whether it is from the perspective of human nature or criminal investigation, it is much better to live than to die. Even if the doctor didn't ask, Zhuang Zhong would tell him, just said: "You show this couple first, if you need any medicine, let them buy it first, and I will tell you about the fake death later."
The doctor was overjoyed, and quickly felt the pulse of the fainted wife, wrote the prescription and ordered someone to grab the medicine, and hurried to Zhuang Zhong, for fear that Zhuang Zhuang would go back on his word. The onlookers didn't disperse either, and they all pricked up their ears to know how to tell the difference.
Zhuang Zhong also wanted more people to know what suspended animation is, and it would be a merit to help more people because of this, so he said in the loudest voice: "Fake death is often caused by various injuries, such as overflow death, strangulation, drowning, etc., as well as poisoning. , excessive cold, and some diseases, etc., simply said: drowning, overflow, freezing, slamming, magic, shock, etc. Sometimes in life, if you can identify and rescue in time, there is still a chance of survival. And how to identify patients Whether it is real death or fake death, the method is very simple. You only need to press the patient's eyeball with your finger to deform the pupil, and when you release the finger, the pupil will recover, which means that the patient is not dead."
After the words fell, everyone suddenly realized, no wonder Zhuang Zhong used this method to press the man's face back and forth before. Some people even tried it with people around them, and seeing that it was really the case, as for the dead, they didn't know what happened to them. It is expected that there should be no response when the dead body is dead.
The doctor was taught, and solemnly said: "This is one of the first, you can also tie the patient's fingers with a rope, if the fingertips are bruised and swollen, it means that the patient has blood circulation and is not dead."
"Blood circulation? Could it be that the blood in the human body circulates endlessly as described in the "Huangdi Neijing"?" Lang Zhong asked.
Zhuang Zhong nodded again and again, "Yes, that's what it means."
The strong man who was being killed suddenly asked, "In this way, there should be a difference between injuries before death and injuries after death?"
Zhuang Zhong replied without thinking, "Of course."
"My lord is so sure, but you know how to tell?"
When Zhuang Zhong heard this, he immediately became cautious, and then he looked at the strong man carefully, and found that his imposing attire was not the generation of ordinary people, and he might have some background in his extraordinary heroism.
Solemnly join hands with Amitabha Buddha, "The sea of Dharma is boundless, and all things in the world are known."
When Zhuang Zhong raised his head again, the strong man was gone.
"Damn the little one, I kept the young master waiting for a long time." Uncle drowned and became sick, aunt fainted from excitement, and there was only a five-year-old child at home, and Dongzi could only come forward to arrange everything in chaos.
"It's okay, it's important to save people."
Dongzi bowed deeply to Zhuang Zhong, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master, for your rescue, otherwise my uncle would definitely be dead! Our family is also involved."
Dongzi's father is the most greedy drinker, and his uncle is also a kindred spirit, so the two often get together to drink. Aunt and Dongzi's mother told them so many times, but neither of them took it seriously. Uncle is better. Dongzi's father wants to drink to death every day. Last night, uncle didn't want to drink so much. After all, he has to get up early the next day to open a noodle restaurant. It's not like Dongzi's father is relatively leisurely in charge now. But Dongzi's father took his uncle to drink a lot in a daze, and something happened unexpectedly. If my uncle really did something good or bad, even though his family would not be punished by the law, he would feel guilty all his life.
"It's also your uncle's life that shouldn't die, but don't be so greedy in the future." Zhuang Zhong has not rarely seen murder cases that ended up in vain because of drinking.
"Yes, yes, I must tell my father when I go back today, let him know that drinking too much will kill you. If my father hadn't forced me to force it last night, my uncle wouldn't have drunk so much."
After such a fuss, the noodles with fried sauce are uneatable. However, there are all kinds of food stalls nearby, and it is the most famous snack street in the capital. Even high-ranking officials and nobles will send their servants to buy food here. Some even visit privately in micro-services to eat and drink all the way, while wandering around the river. All the officials have been here before, and some restaurants still have the chairs and tables that the officials used to sit on. At that time, the food ordered by the officials became the signature dishes of that shop.
Zhuang Zhong and Dongzi ate beautifully all the way, all of which were paid for by Dongzi. So solemn, Dongzi said: "My father should pay for this money. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be able to feel at ease for the rest of his life. Let's spend more and let him have a long memory!"
After all, it didn't cost much money, so Zhuang Zhong didn't refuse. Dongzi got an excuse and ate happily all the way. Although their family was relatively well-off, the family had a large population and both parents were frugal. Except for some big festivals, they rarely had the opportunity to eat with such an open stomach. It is the age of growing body, even though they eat a little of everything, the two of them can't move fast.
"Eldest young master, what's the matter, isn't the food here good?" Dongzi said, patting his obviously bulging stomach.
Zhuang Zhuang felt that his throat was full of food. Since he was working, he didn't have time to go shopping for leisure. He was so busy every day, his mobile phone was turned on 24 hours a day, and there were no real holidays at all. There are not many bachelors like him in the bureau, who have no parents, no partner and children, so he is often the first to find him when something happens.
"Well, let's eat here today, remember this place, and continue to eat next time, we must write a food guide in Beijing."
Dongzi is used to Zhuangzhuang's strange vocabulary from time to time, and he can roughly guess what it means, and said with a smile: "The small ones are best at this job!"
After eating and drinking, the two went to buy gifts. There are still many differences between the capital city and the mountain corner where Zhuangzhuang lived before. Dongzi is very clear about these etiquettes. It is the first time for Zhuangzhuang to come to the door, and he does not know what the other party likes, so he follows Dongzi's instructions purchase. Men go shopping very fast, but they are all bought in a while. One hundred pennies for gifts cost fifty pennies, and in Dayou fifty pennies can be enough for an ordinary family to eat for four to five years, so these gifts are not light.
Zhuang Zhong and Yuan Jue have earned only fifty guan from buying and selling in the past two years. They planned to return to the vulgarity and go down to the mountain to do some business after the abbot passed away, but they were all submerged by the flood. Because they were all copper coins, they were too heavy to carry, so they were all hidden in the temple, which turned out to be a sad reminder. Zhuang Zhong doesn't have money to make a living now, so he has to keep some for himself, otherwise he won't be able to move around, so let's slowly pay his respects in the future.
"Master, what's the matter?"
Turning back solemnly and fiercely, Dongzi asked doubtfully.
He frowned solemnly, he always felt that someone was staring at him, but when he looked back, there was nothing.
"It's nothing, let's go to the general's mansion now."
Zhuang Zhong just thought he was paranoid, got in the carriage and left.
Wangjiang Tower is the number one restaurant in the capital. It is three floors high, and you can have a panoramic view of the capital when you climb the tower.
"Tsk tsk, this little monk is quite sharp. Boss, we really have a fate with this little monk. Whenever we encounter interesting things, we will bump into him. This is the first time I have heard that people who have been soaked for a night can be revived." Yes, he has some skills. It doesn't look as stupid as it looks on the surface. Marquis Wenyuan's mansion will be lively in the future, and Marquis Wenyuan will hold a big feast to recognize this son tomorrow, and suddenly a capable eldest son appears , snatching something that belonged to my son, I'm afraid that Concubine Yin Gui will grit her silver teeth with hatred." Hou Shu stepped on the chair with one leg and said while throwing grapes into his mouth.
Feng Huan withdrew his gaze from the window, "You're talking more and more nonsense."
Hou Shu shrugged, curled his lips and said, "That's not because you like to listen."
Before waiting for Feng Huan to react, Hou Shu asked, "Boss, just now you asked the little monk to ask the little monk what he wanted to do because of the difference between his injuries before death and after death? Could it be that you want to settle the case when you come back this time? This is quite interesting." Yes, my father said that the criminal department’s cases are piled up like a mountain, and Dayou’s work is useless, and a wise and powerful person is just needed to come... Oh, I told you not to hit me on the head! This is the only place in my body that can be used. What can I do if I'm stupid?"
"The matter of punishment and prison is not a joke." Feng Huan said seriously, and glanced at Hou Shu's crotch, "You are useless? If you want me to give you a husband, just say so, why hide it."
Dayou is masculine, and it is not uncommon to marry a male wife. Even high-ranking officials and nobles have some male wives, but not many, and more male concubines.
Hou Shu choked, rolled his eyes, jumped up from the chair, snuggled up beside Feng Huan, raised his orchid fingers, blinked his eyes and pinched his throat, and said, "Mr. "
Feng Huan raised his hand, Hou Shu was pushed to the ground, and he snorted coldly: "I'm not blind, I'm not poor, and I still have power."
"Well... I'm dead, and I didn't do it on purpose." Seeing that Feng Huan was about to kick again, he jumped up from the ground with a whoosh, as agile as a monkey.