Song Lang was ashamed. He really didn't have any right to speak about this matter. When he was sixteen years old, his mother arranged two general rooms for him. It was a beautiful maid carefully selected by his mother, who was about his age, beautiful and gentle, and he liked it for a while.
But it was only for a while, and then it gradually faded, and they were not spared this time of extermination.
Thinking about it at this time, he couldn't remember the appearance of the two girls through the room.
Song Lang coughed dryly and said, "I'll go in and have a look, you will wait here first."
If she stayed, she didn't know what else she would ask him to make him more embarrassing.
As soon as he took a step, Yuan Lao rushed out and said to Bai Zhi and Song Lang: "Mr. Dongfang doesn't look very good, I'm afraid it is, I'm afraid it won't happen—"
Bai Zhi's heart jumped suddenly, she pulled her leg and rushed in, and said to Wu without looking back: "Quickly, go to the carriage outside to get my medicine box. Be quick."
When Wu turned and rushed out, she had already stumbled into the room, Song Lang followed closely behind.
The inner room smelled so bad, Yuan Lao handed over two square cloth covers, and the two of them covered their noses and mouths, which made it easier.
Dongfang Mu lay horizontally on the quilt with filthy things under his body. His naked body was constantly twitching, his eyes rolled, his mouth was whimpering, his face was red and purple, as if someone pinched him. Neck.
No, there is a foreign body choking in the throat, which seems to be not sputum, if it is sputum, it is impossible to choke like this.
Song Lang stepped forward, lifted Dongfang Mu's body, and slapped his back vigorously, trying to help him spit out what was in his throat with his internal strength.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help Dongfang Mu remove the foreign body in his throat.
Bai Zhi had already taken out the scalpel at this time. At this time, time was his life, and he couldn't delay a minute or a second.
Wu has gone to get the medicine box and will be there soon. There is a cannula for emergency use in the medicine box. She will perform cricothyrotomy for him first. After the breathing difficulty is relieved, perform routine tracheotomy. Surgery.
"Let it down, I'll come!" She rolled up her sleeves, took the scalpel and walked to the lamp in the corner of the room, grilled the scalpel on the fire, and squatted down in front of Dongfang Mu.
Song Lang stared at her and saw that she pushed the small narrow knife to Dongfang Mu's neck, and immediately asked in shock: "What are you going to do?"
The blade in Bai Zhi's hand has cut through Dongfang Mu's skin and flesh, and she didn't lift her head.
With a stab, blood poured out.
Song Lang hurriedly turned to Yuan Lao, who was stunned, and said, "Hurry up and get a clean cloth towel."
There is a box in the room. The box contains ready-made cloth towels, which were originally used for bandaging patients who have suffered skin injuries.
Bai Zhi sucked the blood with a cloth towel, and heard A Wu's gasping in her ears. She was sure of her heart and shouted, "Brother A Wu, hurry up."
A Wu heard her shouting in the courtyard and ran faster, so the room put the silver box beside her when she rushed.
"Open."
Wu immediately opened it. He had seen the things in this box, and was surprised every time. These things seemed to not belong to this world at all.
But today, he didn't have time to be surprised, his heart beating wildly, seeing Mr. Dongfang like this, he really didn't dare to imagine the consequences.
Bai Zhi put down the scalpel, turned around and found the curved vascular clamp to enlarge the wound from the box, then inserted the tracheal tube and fixed it.
The people in the room were all surprised at what they saw before them.