He said politely, then snorted again and ate a chopstick of noodles.
"Uh uh uh uh uh..."
There was a hoarse voice on the other side of the phone, and I tried my best but couldn't say a word.
Chang Yue was startled and leaned towards Su Yun involuntarily. This sound is as scary as a ghost movie.
Xie Yiren didn't notice what happened at all. The mushroom sauce made by Liu Xuzhi's wife was so delicious!
It is said that she went to the wild to pick the mushrooms herself after the first rain in the border town.
The little mushrooms are not big, but they are very fragrant.
"Dean Sun?" Zheng Ren realized there was a problem, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and swallowed all the noodles in his mouth.
"Boss, it's bad for your stomach if you eat like this." Su Yun said with a smile.
He thought his boss was too nervous. It was just a bad signal and it shouldn't be an accident.
"Old... old... fate..."
An extremely hoarse voice came intermittently on the phone, and Su Yun was also stunned.
Laryngeal edema
I go!
"Dean Sun, don't panic, I know you are in trouble, hurry over and hold on!" Zheng Ren said loudly.
Su Yun immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Director Kong's home number. After Zheng Ren heard Sun Ming desperately say something he couldn't understand, he immediately grabbed Su Yun's cell phone.
"Director, Sun Ming's home address!"
"Don't ask, it's urgent!"
"Send me the address on my mobile phone. We'll rush there right away. You can call 120 for emergency help!"
After saying that, Zheng Ren stood up, turned around and left.
Liu Xuzhi didn't even react, and the four people disappeared in front of him. Only Xie Yiren said sorry at the end.
Looking at the bowls, chopsticks and unfinished noodles, Liu Xuzhi's wife was dumbfounded.
She didn't understand what was going on.
Liu Xuzhi had a serious face. Hearing the sound, everyone ran down the stairs before he closed the door.
"Old Liu, what's going on?" Liu Xuzhi's wife asked.
"Emergency first aid." Liu Xuzhi sighed, recalling that windy and snowy night.
It was only at the last moment that he called Boss Zheng and narrowly escaped with his life.
"Old Liu, isn't it haunted?" Liu Xuzhi's wife was a little scared when she recalled the voice on the phone just now.
"No, don't guess. You can't guess." Liu Xuzhi began to kiss and quickly put away the dishes.
"Sit down and take a rest." Liu Xuzhi's wife said, "Boss Zheng just said that you are working too hard and you have to pay attention to your body and bones."
"It's okay." Liu Xuzhi smiled and said, "After waiting for half a lifetime for an opportunity to make money, you still have to work hard and finally save some coffin books?"
"Bah! Hurry up and say a few words. What you are saying is too unlucky."
"Hehe." Liu Xuzhi scratched his head and continued to clear the table.
After doing housework all his life, Lao Liu was really not used to being asked to be the hands-off shopkeeper.
"Get off the sofa." Liu Xuzhi's wife yelled before driving this lifelong coward away.
Boss Zheng said that Old Liu was too hard-working and could not let him do the housework in the future, the fierce woman thought while clearing the dishes.
Although Old Liu left early and came back late after arriving in the imperial capital, he could get money back every day, and his income was much higher than when he was in Xilin Town.
It is said that being a doctor makes money, and Lao Liu has been a doctor for half his life, and only then did he start to see some potential to make money.
Finally, he has become the mainstay of the family, and the pressure of life has been reduced a lot. Can Lao Liu reduce his intake
Don't really tire yourself out.
"Old Liu, please do less surgeries every day."
"Ah? Why?"
"Your body and bones are swaying in strong winds and cannot be shaken. If you are exhausted, you will need treatment."
Liu Xuzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His mother-in-law couldn't even say nice things to her.
But he was used to it. He sat on the sofa and thought about what happened to Boss Zheng and his party.
…
…
Jumping in the car, Shay started as fast as he could.
"Where to go?" asked the Xie Yi people.
"Let's go to the community hospital first," Zheng Ren said.
"Yes, I remember Dean Sun said during dinner that his daily range of activities would never exceed one kilometer, including grocery shopping." Su Yun then added.
In fact, they are neighbors, but Zheng Ren leaves early and comes home late, so he doesn't know the location of Sun Ming's house.
Soon, Director Kong's WeChat message came over and sent the address of Sun Ming's home to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren read it again, sent it to Xie Yiren, and started to drive straight to Dean Sun's house according to the navigation.
"Boss, from the sound of it, the laryngeal edema doesn't sound particularly severe. Why does it feel like poisoning or paralysis?"
"Nerve paralysis. If you are sick, it is usually unilateral recurrent laryngeal nerve paralysis, rarely bilateral. Cervical plexus and brachial plexus anesthesia may... "
"It's too wordy, and I didn't let you lecture."
"Isn't this analysis? If it causes nerve paralysis, maybe it's from eating poisonous mushrooms?" Zheng Ren began to think wildly.
"We just finished eating mushrooms, can you say something auspicious?" Su Yun was unhappy.
"It's okay. I didn't eat. I'll rescue you." Chang Yue said coldly, "But I haven't been to an emergency room for a long time. My hands must be a little raw. If I can save one of them, I'll be fine. If you two really get poisoned by eating poisonous mushrooms, If you die, I will burn paper for you every year, don’t worry.”
Chang Yue's temper has become increasingly grumpy since she couldn't eat dinner.
Zheng Ren didn't care either and just pretended not to hear.
Unlike Liu Xuzhi's time, the last time it was a myocardial infarction, Zheng Ren knew clearly how to treat it and what to do.
But this time…
Dean Sun's dying feeling was very clear.
They said they should write a love song quickly, elegant and vulgar...
"Open it, I want to listen too." Su Yun looked around in the back seat and said when he saw the call from Director Kong.
Zheng Ren had nothing to hide, so he opened the door and said, "Director."
"Are you on your way to Dean Sun's house?"
"Yes, Director."
"The 120 emergency personnel can't get in. There's no sound when knocking. The phone line is busy. I guess I don't have the strength to hang up. Please tell me what's going on." Director Kong was obviously a little anxious.
Zheng Ren recounted what happened. It was actually very simple and there was nothing to describe.
"The old man and his wife had some allergies two days ago. They were hospitalized and took medicine for a few days. They said they will be discharged today." Director Kong said: "It can't be that the allergies are serious."
After hearing Director Kong's words, Zheng Ren felt a faint push on his back, and Xie Yiren sounded the flute.
Although it was getting late, the speed in the traffic in the imperial capital was still not much faster.
"I'll rush over here as soon as possible. Have you called 119?"
"Shout!" Director Kong said in a deep voice, "Break down the door. If anything happens, I will be responsible. I called the community hospital and asked for his son to go back quickly."
"Hurry up together. If there is any trust in 120 emergency services... Forget it, I will tell Mr. Zhou directly."
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Ren called Dean Sun back again.
Blind tone.
Allergy, this diagnosis is more likely. Laryngeal edema, ranging from hoarseness to hypoxic coma, is different for each person and each condition.
If the progress proceeds quickly, Dean Sun may be gone by the time the door is opened.
Hope was not too late, Zheng Ren remained silent, clenched his fists tightly, and looked forward.
Xie Yiren's long beeping sound still had some effect, and the speed of the car was a little faster than before.