Standing in front of the man, Yuan Qiu is just a child. Although she is fourteen years old, she looks thinner than her peers due to long-term malnutrition. In the man's eyes, she is just a child as old as his son. , can he believe her
The man lowered his head and looked at his son in his arms. The son's face was getting worse and worse, and his hands were not as strong as before. He thought of a subordinate's child who had a foreign object in his throat and it took too long to remove it. Turning into an idiot, he suddenly raised his head, stared into Yuan Qiu's eyes, and said word by word: "Can I really believe you?"
Yuan Qiu nodded firmly: "Please believe me, I will never joke with human life, I just want to save him."
The man nodded and followed Yuan Qiu's words and laid the boy flat on the table.
"Prepare a very sharp knife, clean cotton cloth, a lit candle, a silver needle threaded and dipped in wine, and a hollow tube. I need it right away. Hurry."
That's all. You can get it right away. But what is the hollow tube? The man had a troubled expression on his face: "Girl, what is a hollow tube?"
Yuan Qiu inserted the silver needle into the young man's brain to buy time for the upcoming throat-cutting operation. She raised her head and glanced at the man, then turned to look at the young guard and saw a silver hairpin inserted in the young guard's head. , then asked: "Is the silver hairpin on your head solid or hollow?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, with an embarrassed look on his face, and whispered: "It's hollow."
No wonder he was embarrassed. Generally, only very poor people would use hollow silver hairpins. But as an adult's guard, his monthly salary was naturally not small and he was well-dressed, but he used hollow silver hairpins.
Yuan Qiu didn't have time to laugh at him, so he took the delicate dagger handed by the man, put the blade on the candlelight to bake, and said without raising his head: "Beat the hollow silver hairpin, remove the head and tail, and soak it in the wine."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dagger in her hand was placed on the young man's neck.
The man was shocked and was about to stop him, but Yuan Qiu didn't give him this chance. The extremely sharp blade had already cut through the young man's neck, and blood splashed all over her body.
This kind of throat cutting operation is called a routine rescue operation in the 21st century. It is not a difficult operation. Yuan Qiu has done it countless times, so he is naturally measured and can cut it just right.
She quickly took a cotton towel to absorb some of the blood, and then used a hollow silver hairpin that had just been soaked in wine to insert into the trachea. Although it was not as easy to use as the cannula of the 21st century, it was still better than nothing.
The young man's face had turned purple-black, and she quickly blew into the silver hairpin in the air. She didn't stop until the young man's breathing recovered on his own and his face gradually returned to normal.
The man who was almost paralyzed with fear finally realized that this girl was really saving people, not harming them. When she cut his son's throat just now, if he hadn't been so shocked that his hands and legs were weak, he would have been stabbed long ago. Fortunately, he didn't chop the girl, and his son's life was finally saved.
Then Yuan Qiu took out the foreign object choked in the young man's throat, which turned out to be a quail egg.
Not to mention that this man who was dressed very unusually was so frightened that even Yuan Hao turned pale and trembled with fear. He saw with his own eyes that his sister took a dagger and slit the young man's throat, and when she did it, she moved very carefully. It's neat, as if it's been done thousands of times and it's very proficient.
Is this still his sister