Jing Qian's heart-warming gaze was fleeting, except for the two security guards and the doctor closest to her, even the bodyguards around the old man didn't notice.
"Does the patient have coronary heart disease? Is the blood pressure and blood lipids usually high?" the doctor asked quickly.
The bodyguard nodded quickly: "Our master does have coronary heart disease, and he once underwent a coronary artery bypass surgery. Now he often suffers from the disease, but never has it been so severe."
The doctor looked at Jing Qian and saw that she looked like a young girl without any offensive power at this moment, and immediately said: "Did you hear that? The patient already has coronary heart disease and has undergone bypass surgery. His face turned purple and he was unable to speak, obviously suffering from a heart attack!"
"He had a pneumothorax, which caused a heart attack at the same time. He couldn't breathe already, and if you press his chest again, he won't have a heartbeat within a few strokes."
Everyone was shocked.
Even the doctors were taken aback.
Jing Qian didn't say anything, they definitely thought that the old man had a heart attack, but Jing Qian said so, it seemed that the old man opened his mouth and wanted to breathe.
It's just that he can't speak at all.
Indeed... also like a pneumothorax attack.
"Is the patient suffering from pneumothorax?" The doctor couldn't help asking again.
Now, his paws that were close to the old man's chest have been raised a lot.
The leading bodyguard quickly shook his head: "Master's heart and legs are not very good, but he doesn't have a pneumothorax."
"It didn't exist before, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist now and in the future."
What Jing Qian said put the doctor and the bodyguards in a dilemma, and no one could bear the responsibility.
In the end, the doctor could only give up and said: "We are only a medical center selling traditional Chinese medicine here, and there are no heart equipment and first aid supplies. What the lady said just now is not unreasonable. If your old man is caused by pneumothorax, we will do cardiopulmonary surgery." Resuscitation will hasten his death. We have already dialed 120, otherwise... "
"ah-"
Suddenly, everyone screamed.
While the doctor was talking, Jing Qian took out a fruit-peeling Swiss Army knife from his bag very quickly, and before everyone, even the bodyguard who was so flustered, stabbed at it. into the flesh just below the old man's neck.
Everyone screamed in fright, and the bodyguard's eyes were tearing apart.
After reacting, several bodyguards were about to arrest Jing Qian, but Jing Qian snatched the disposable medicine bag from the doctor's pocket.
Seeing that the bodyguard's hand had already been stretched out, Jing Qian only said lightly - "Get out!"
Seeing that Jing Qian didn't seem to be doing harm to their old man, the bodyguards could only watch from the sidelines and worry.
There was a tube in the medicine bag, and Jing Qian directly inserted the tube into the bloody hole she had just opened with a saber.
There was a sound of "嗞~" as if there was an air leak, and the hose was straightened by the bursting air.
It wasn't until a long period of gas came out of the hose that the face of the old man who fell on the ground began to slowly improve.
The doctors and bodyguards on the side all had pale faces at the moment.
Fortunately!
If it wasn't Jing Qian's reminder just now, they would have dealt with it as a heart attack.
The other party already had difficulty breathing, and when they needed to breathe, they would perform chest compressions to get all the gas out of the original body, so the person would probably die faster.
At this moment, the doctor has no temper towards Jing Qian at all.
(end of this chapter)