Wu Dalang squeezed in hard, but Pan Jinlian didn't even look at him, and looked unwilling to care. The spectators around him burst into laughter as if they were stabbed to laugh.

Listening to the sarcasm of the laughter around, Wu Dalang's face was black and red, and he was so heavy that he reached out to pat Pan Jinlian's calves: "It's not enough to be embarrassed at home, is it embarrassing to come to the street? Come down, hurry up! Go home with me!!"

Then Pan Jinlian looked down and raised her legs and let Wu Dalang's hand over: "You are here just right, and I shouted with my family, and Ximen Qing was willing to come out..."

"What!!!" Wu Dalang seemed to have a firecracker stuck behind his butt, furious: "You bitch who steals a man, you dare to come to the door to call someone! You think I'm a dead person!!!"

As soon as Wu Dalang said this, the onlookers nodded as if they had understood something and whispered to each other.

"Dalang, wait until the Ximen Grand Official comes out and accepts my apology, it's not too late to go home." Pan Jinlian still insisted on her original intention: "Everyone shouts with me: Ximen Grand Official, Jinlian worships you!"

"Master Ximen, Jinlian worship!" The crowd began to shout in a mess, gradually becoming more and more orderly, and the sounds were higher and higher.

Well, it's basically the voice of a man.

"Official Ximen, Jinlian worships you!"

The housekeeper and Xiao Tianqing looked at each other, looking at the master who was walking towards the back door in front of him. As the shouts grew louder, Ximen Qing obviously paused, sighed slightly, and continued to walk towards the back door.

Wu Dalang looked at the crowd around him, then looked at Pan Jinlian who was climbing on the chair. He felt his chest was stuffy and could not be reached in one breath. Jin Xing was running around in front of him, and he couldn't help but yell: "It hurts me!"

After saying that, Wu Dalang slammed into his throat, fell backwards, lay on the ground and gritted his teeth, not knowing the human affairs!

"Ah, what's wrong with Wu Dalang?"

"What happened, someone died!"

The crowd, which was originally surrounded by tightly, seemed to have a tacit understanding between each other, leaving the boss in a circle, and no longer speaking. For a moment, there was no sound, and I guess you could hear a needle drop.

Seeing this, Pan Jinlian jumped off the chair. Seeing Wu Dalang's face was like gold paper, he hurriedly reached out to find his breath. For a moment, he could only vent his breath but did not inhale, so he couldn't help but panic. Wang Po also jumped and threw away the flag and squatted down to take a look: "Hurry up! Pinch the person!"

Pan Jinlian pinched Wu Dalang several times one after another, but saw that Wu Dalang only shook his hands slightly, his teeth were still closed and he did not wake up.

"Godmother, what should I do?" Pan Jinlian lost her mind and was upset.

"This..." Wang Po grabbed Wu Dalang's right hand and pinched the tiger's mouth with his fingernails. Even his skin was almost bald. Wu Dalang still showed no sign of awakening.

"It's really dead..."

"Let's go, hurry up..."

Seeing that Wu Dalang was almost dead, Sao moved and immediately dispersed. Only Wu Dalang was lying on the cold bluestone slab. Next to him was Pan Jinlian who was unwilling to try to pinch Pan Jinlian among the people and Wang Po who was about to be unable to hold on.

Pinching the tiger's mouth...no response.

I pulled out the hairpin on my head and stabbed my fingers one by one. It was bleeding, but I still didn't respond.

Wang Po even asked Pan Jinlian to retreat aside, and slapped Wu Dalang back and forth, her face swollen and her hands were numb, but Wu Dalang still didn't respond.

Wang Po's hair fell aside in disarray and said, "Liu Niang, I'm going to prepare for my funeral after seeing it..."

"Godmother, is there really nothing I can do?" Pan Jinlian was almost crazy: "Why do I explain to him when Erlang comes back? Who knows that Dalang can have a heartache at this time!"

Wang Po was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the people watching from the three floors inside and three floors just now, there were ten witnesses in today's events. Now, not only Pan Jinlian, he jumped into the Yellow River, but also couldn't wash it.

Wu Dalang has always had a heartache, but he usually catches a cold due to the wind and can get in bed for several days and can't get up or down. His chest will be swollen and he will be as high as one finger. This problem is caused by taking two medicines and taking them, and it will get better in more than ten days.

Unexpectedly, Wu Dalang was stimulated today and fell ill all of a sudden, and it was unprecedentedly serious.

Pan Jinlian also sat on the ground: "Oh, I am so miserable."

Suddenly, the sunlight above the two of them was blocked. Wang Po looked up inadvertently and saw Ximen Qing bent over and looking at Wu Dalang's condition. It happened that the sunlight came from the back of Ximen Qing and coated him with a layer of golden light. For a moment, it was like a god descending to earth, which made Wang Po stunned: "Ximen...a great official!"

"Great official!" Pan Jinlian and Wang Po jumped up in a hurry, and were about to salute, but Ximen Qing frowned: "It's important to save people, you can get out of the way first."

For Pan Jinlian and Wang Po, this sentence was like the last straw that a drowning person caught.

Ximen Qing was originally going to come out of the back door, rode a horse and bypassed it, and then went to the pharmacy shop again, but for some reason why Pan Jinlian's pretty face and behavior made Ximen Qing feel a little throbbing in her heart. She couldn't help but turn her horse's head and wanted to take a look from afar, but happened to see the scene of the crowd dispersing.

Although I have traveled through this world, I will never forget the vow that is not as good as the medical institution.

“When I was absorbed as a member of the medical cause, I made a serious pledge to dedicate myself to the service of mankind.”

...

“I will exercise my profession with my conscience and dignity.”

“My patient’s health will be the first thing I think about.”

Health is the responsibility of life!

So, Ximen Qing appeared in front of Pan Jinlian and Wang Po.

Since Wang Po had used many stimulation methods, Wu Dalang still did not wake up. Ximen Qing knew that Wu Dalang had entered a deep coma. In this case, time is life!

In this situation, he seemed to have returned to the classroom, and it was no longer Wu Dalang, but his own patient. As for the consequences it would cause, Ximen Qing could no longer care about it.

After taking off the clothes on Wu Dalang's chest, Ximen Qing did not observe any ups and downs, so he had to use cardiopulmonary resuscitation after seeing it.

Looking at Ximen Qing kneeling next to Wu Dalang with a serious expression, spreading her knees apart, rolling up her sleeves and folding her hands together and putting them on Wu Dalang's chest, moving regularly, Pan Jinlian thought Ximen Qing's movements were strange and could not understand what Ximen Qing was doing now, but she was sure that Ximen Qing was trying to save Wu Dalang.

This made her heart feel an inexplicable emotion and an indescribable touch.

"Press the nose with one hand, and hold up your head with the other hand to the back of your neck!" Ximen Qing tried hard for a while and ordered sternly.

Although Pan Jinlian found it incredible, she still acted as she said and held Wu Dalang's head up.

"Not enough, go higher, go higher!" Ximen Qing looked at Wu Dalang's throat lifting up little by little, forming a straight line with his body, then nodded: "Stay, don't move!"

Wang Po was stunned by the sight of her. She had lived for decades and had never heard of this kind of treatment method, let alone seen it. What she unexpectedly expected was that Ximen Qing could kneel down to save Wu Dalang, which made her unable to believe her eyes.

Wang Po wiped her eyes hard with her sleeves, and at the same time she secretly pinched her thighs. She was not dreaming.

It hurts a lot.

Ximen Qing paused slightly, increased his strength, and started moving up and down again. This time, the frequency was faster again.

Sweat started to appear on my forehead. This cardiopulmonary resuscitation is really tiring. I have to change people if I have to sit in two or three groups.

I said to Wu Dalang, the ground is so cold, it almost got up. This was the first cardiopulmonary resuscitation technique in the Song Dynasty. If it failed, it would be too disappointing.

Pan Jinlian tried hard to hold Wu Dalang's neck, and with one hand a little funny, pressing against the tip of his nose.

Ximen Qing had just done twenty or thirty strokes of this set of movements. Wu Dalang suddenly thrust his body, shaking twice, and a turbid air was exhaled from his nose.

There is a chance! Ximen Qing felt an independent reaction on his pressed chest. He listened happily and grabbed Wu Dalang's hand and tried his pulse.

Although the pulse is still weak, it is relatively stable!

Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian again, and had almost pushed Wu Dalang's nose out of a pig's nose. He was amused and crying and signaled that Pan Jinlian would not need to continue pushing, just hold up his neck.

Pan Jinlian put down her hand, and just now she put her hand on Wu Dalang's nose, and she obviously felt breathing, making her look overjoyed. She was about to open her mouth to thank Ximen Qing, but Wu Dalang suddenly opened his mouth and coughed twice, slowly opening his eyes.

"Dalang, you are awake!" Pan Jinlian put down Wu Dalang's neck according to Ximen Qing's instructions, and was very happy to see Wu Dalang open his eyes.

When Wang Po saw Wu Dalang resurrected from the dead, his mouth was wide open, his throat trembled, and he couldn't close his mouth for a moment.

"Ximen Qing!" Wu Dalang turned over and sat up. Seeing that the "father" he hated was Ximen Qing, whom he hated, knelt aside and raised his hand to hit him, but once his arm was raised, his heart hurt so much that he could not do anything at all.

"You husband, what did you do to me!"

Ximen Qing looked at the unreasonable Wu Dalang with contempt, stood up and dusted it, too lazy to talk nonsense to him, but just told Pan Jinlian: "You go to the pharmacy shop later, get two prescriptions back, and it will be fine to condition and condition it."

"I would rather suffer to death than take your Ximen family's medicine!" Wu Dalang said sternly: "As long as the word Ximen is touched, there will be no good things!"

When Ximen Qing heard this, he looked at Wu Dalang with an idiot's look: "There is only a raw medicine shop in Qinghe County, with the surname Ximen."

"Then you don't have to grab the medicine, go back and squeeze the mud and eat it yourself."

"You!" Wu Dalang was speechless.

Pan Jinlian ignored Wu Dalang's idiot-like behavior and looked at Ximen Qing with gratitude: "The great official, I have not apologized in person yet, but the great official helped me and saved my Dalang. How can I repay me?"

Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian's face that was better than a star, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "How great would it be if you were not Pan Jinlian. In this way, I can come to the Song Dynasty version of Jing's costume to chase girls."

Ximen Qing originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but now he had to shake his head, turn around and ride away.

Pan Jinlian looked at Ximen Qing's back as she gradually faded away, and she was filled with thoughts in her heart, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

Wu Dalang got up panting and said dissatisfiedly: "Bitch, are you stunned when you see your husband? Come and help me go back and lie down!"
Chapter completed!