Song Qianqian glanced at it, then touched the patient's pocket, took out a small bottle, and her face became serious.
"You are feeding him poison."
When Chen Bing heard this, his legs became weak and he waved his hands hurriedly, "This, this prescription is absolutely fine. He just has heatstroke, right?"
No matter how bad his medical skills were, how could he dare to do such a thing as poisoning someone?
Song Qianqian put down the small bottle in her hand and said, "The patient has asthma. Please ask me if I need medicine next time."
After that, she looked at Dr. Song, "You lift this grandpa up, put his upper body on the bedside, and induce vomiting."
The person was already in a coma, so it was impossible for him to vomit on his own, and the clinic did not have gastric lavage equipment.
Although Dr. Song is thin, he has a big frame and strong strength. Otherwise, he would not be able to knock down the floral shirt on the bus.
Uncle Song nodded and did as she asked.
After a while, foam came out of the patient's mouth. Dr. Song continued to squeeze his stomach, and finally stopped when the color of the vomit turned yellow. He was so tired that he sat on the ground.
Song Qianqian took out a tissue and wiped the corners of the old man's mouth, then touched his carotid artery and frowned slightly.
"Is that okay?" Chen Bing was sweating anxiously. If he was really poisoned and someone died, he would be finished!
"Otherwise... rush to the hospital?" Chen Bing wanted to call 120.
"120 hasn't arrived yet, so the person has probably left." Song Qianqian took out another wet wipe, wiped her left index finger, and said.
Then he looked at Chen Bing and said, "Give me thirty grams of warm water."
Chen Bing was so anxious that she did whatever she said and brought water over in a short while.
But Song Qianqian glanced at it and reiterated, "Thirty grams."
Chen Bing glanced at the paper cup. One more gram wouldn't be enough? He couldn't weigh it?
He couldn't even weigh himself. He had specially tampered with the scale in his clinic, but he didn't expect that he would hit his own foot at this time!
Song Qianqian probably saw the reason and looked at Dr. Song Shu, "You weigh it."
Uncle Song looked at her and had reason to suspect that this treasured sister seemed to be very interested in the special skills of his hands?
Of course, he did it anyway.
But thirty grams is too light after all, and the weight of the paper cup is difficult to remove, so Uncle Song is not sure that the thirty grams level is inaccurate.
It's not that Song Qianqian can't make her own decisions, she just wants to see how far Uncle Song's talent is.
So, while pressing the acupuncture points on the patient's chest with one hand, he looked at Doctor Song, "Your hands are the key to saving his life. Go get an empty cup, then weigh it, and give it to me after you've finished weighing it."
Uncle Song seemed to understand her intention and suddenly became serious, not caring about being tired anymore.
He knows that human life is at stake, and he also knows that time is precious, so he rarely concentrates so much just to weigh out thirty grams of water.
In just two minutes, Uncle Song handed her the water glass.
Song Qianqian opened her palms, tried the weight, and smiled at him, "It's pretty accurate."
Then she glanced around and said, "Turn around."
Chen Bing didn't know why.
She was a person who didn't like nonsense. When she narrowed her eyes, Chen Bing had no choice but to shut up and do as she was told.
Uncle Song pointed at himself, "Should I turn around too?"
She was silent.
All right.
Song Qianqian bit her index finger, and red blood immediately flowed out from the fingertip, but in the blink of an eye, the blood turned blue.
She dropped two drops into the water cup, shook the cup, and then asked Dr. Song Shu to turn around and help feed the patient with water.
The old people around him and Chen Bing were all staring at Shang Qi Sheng, fearing that he might not wake up.
But about ten minutes passed.
The person in the hospital bed is awake and seems to be very clear-headed.
"Am I alive?" Shang Qisheng touched his face, which was hot.
He really felt like he had died, and that erratic feeling was real and terrifying.
After coming back to his senses, Shang Qi Sheng looked at the people on the side, and finally his eyes were fixed on the little nun in plain clothes.
This is a lifesaver that breaks the fortune-telling maxim!
"Girl, you saved me, can you leave me your contact information? I can repay you in the future."
Song Qianqian smiled faintly, "It would be the best reward for you to wake up."
It proves that her judgment is still tricky and accurate, and it also proves that her blood is still the antidote in this life.
She took the umbrella and prepared to leave.
But the old man kept staring at her, so Song Qianqian relented, turned back, and gave him the number she just bought.
Shang Qi Sheng suddenly became happy and asked: "What's your surname?"
Song Qianqian said: "It's not a big deal, but if you contact me in a week, I will give you two more medicines, so don't take them."
She raised the small asthma medicine bottle and said, "Your liver qi is too weak. Taking this will waste your life."
Shang Qisheng looked at the medicine. It was the asthma medicine he had been taking for many years, and it was not available in China!
But somehow, Shang Qi Sheng actually found her words credible, "Okay!"
Song Qianqian smiled, said goodbye, and took the umbrella.
"Hey girl!" Shang Qi Sheng suddenly stopped her again.
It was rare for her to be patient, so she turned around and asked, "Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
Shang Qisheng hurriedly waved his hands. To be honest, he felt like he was going to die a second ago, but now he just felt refreshed and refreshed like never before.
It seems like I haven't felt this way for many years.
The immortal lay on the umbrella paper and sighed. After more than seven thousand years of practice, I gave you two drops of blood, so you can live a hundred years without any problem. Of course you will feel refreshed!
Shang Qi Sheng apologized slightly, but still asked, "The girl is...a monk? Can't she get married?"
Dr. Song Shuyi: "..." Why does it sound a bit like reading the Yuanyang Book?
"My sister is only twenty years old, don't worry!" Uncle Song took over the words, "Thank you for your kindness!"
That means you can get married.
Shang Qisheng was thinking to himself, watching the little nun and the young man turn around and go out, and looked at Uncle Song.
The clothes were very old, and the trouser legs were too short, and they were very ill-fitting. They must have been relief clothes.
How difficult are the conditions at home? That’s why you sent the baby to a Taoist temple?
"What a good boy!" Shang Qi Sheng sighed.
Chen Bing didn't dare to blow out his air at the moment, for fear that if he blew too hard, the old man would faint again. There was nothing he could do!
He only dared to whisper from the side: "Old man, why don't you ask your family to come and pick you up?"
Shang Qisheng nodded and called his son, "I don't want a driver. I want you to come pick me up."
Finally, he asked Chen Bing, "Are those two children just from the local area?"
Chen Bing smiled sarcastically. He didn't dare to comment on the Song family now, so he waved his hand and walked away.
Half an hour later.
Two luxury cars were parked in front of the clinic.
Chen Bing went out to ask if he was a member of the old man's family, but as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he saw six people in black suits coming out of the car in front of him, with an average of 1.9 meters per person!