Beside the old dwarf, one on the left and one on the right, two younger dwarves jumped up. The two people hurriedly laid the old man down on the stool. After thinking that something was wrong, they lifted it up and put it on the ground...
Grete: "..." Stop! Although I don't know why I can't breathe, but whether it's pulmonary heart disease, phlegm blocking the trachea, or asthma, people can't lie down flat!
People with pulmonary heart disease should lean on their backs, and those with phlegm blockage should lie on their backs and pat their backs. In other situations, each has its own adaptive position, and you can’t just let people lie on their backs!
"Pick him up! Lift him up!"
He yelled and ran forward. There was chaos all around, no one paid attention to him, no one even looked at him. The old dwarf lay flat on the ground, the dwarf on the left knelt down to pray, and the one on the right was spinning around, shouting as he turned.
:
"Where's my hammer? Where's my hammer?!"
You want a hammer now?! Gretel is really powerless to complain. However, the dwarf on the left has already raised the hammer, raised it vertically, and a white light emitted from the hammer head, falling directly on the old dwarf. The effect was immediate, and the old dwarf looked painful.
, suddenly became calmer.
Oh...the hammer is a magical equipment, okay. Gretel took a quick look and saw that the handle of the hammer was mottled and smoky. It was obviously used for making iron on a daily basis. This, for dwarves,
, maybe this is indeed normal?
Just like a bald bishop carrying a scepter on the battlefield...
The dwarf on the right also found his hammer. One of them knelt beside the patient's head and the other knelt at his feet, praying at the same time. One after another, white light fell on the old dwarf continuously.
At this time, the incident had alarmed the entire tavern. Those who were drinking, fist-fighting, and arm-wrestling, all the dwarves stopped their movements and stood up from their stools. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes stared at the platform, waiting for the results of the treatment.
I hope Elder Talbot can turn the crisis around.
The treatment effect of the two dwarf priests was good at first, but within half a minute, it became worse and worse. The time for remission of the condition gradually shortened, and the patient's face became more and more ugly. The two dwarf priests looked at each other with sweat on their heads. One of them
A loudspeaker said:
"Brothers, please help me pray together——"
"Let me see him!"
Grete interrupted. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he rushed forward. However, he was only a first-level warrior. After switching to a mage, he became more and more inactive and had limited athletic ability. He stepped over a stool, walked around a table, climbed on an earthen platform, and climbed over thousands of mountains.
Wan Shui finally rushed over. When he lowered his head, he saw that the color on the old dwarf's face had changed, and he was wheezing in his throat, making a sound like a bellows——
Oops!
This is a blocked airway!
Grete immediately knelt down and stretched out his hand to save him. However, his eyes flashed, and a short, steel-like arm stood in front of him, almost pushing him over:
"Who are you? Go away!"
"I am a doctor! - I am a healer!"
...There was no response. The dwarf priest kneeling next to the old dwarf still stretched out his arms and glared at him fiercely, not allowing him to come near. Gretel said "Ouch" and suddenly realized:
What I spoke to him was the common language of mankind! What he spoke was dwarf language! I relied on the translation of [Language Comprehensive] to understand. That dwarf...
He may not understand what I say!
Stupid is crying! Stupid is crying! Gretel quickly chanted attentively, and put a [Language Comprehensive] on the opponent. He explained loudly again, and threw a healing spell at the same time, proving that he was really a priest. The dwarf priest's face softened slightly.
, raised his hand, signaling to ask him for help in treatment.
Gretel couldn't wait to pounce on it. He opened the old dwarf's teeth and saw that his mouth was sticky and full of phlegm. Sure enough, the phlegm was blocking the airway... Damn it, if you don't clean up the phlegm quickly, open the airway, brush it with all your might.
What’s the use of therapy!
This is the only bad thing about a world with magical arts! Everything is solved by magical arts. Without magical arts, you don’t know how to cure diseases, right!!!
Grete cursed in his heart, his mind racing. If it was in the previous life, he must have inserted a sputum suction tube, connected it to the negative pressure suction device, and started it. It could take as little as 5 seconds, as long as 15 seconds, absolutely
I can suck the phlegm clean. But now...
What about the suction tube?
What about negative pressure aspirators?
Where’s the power supply???
The patient's face became worse and worse. Gretel did not dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly moved his right hand to dig out the phlegm from the old dwarf's mouth. Pieces of thick and sticky phlegm were dug out, but the old dwarf still did not get better, and his body even began to twitch, like a
The fish out of the water struggled loudly.
This is hypoxia!
The airway is blocked, the blood oxygen saturation drops, and the body becomes violently restless. This is the human body's instinct to make its final struggle for life!
"Hold him down!"
Grete roared. He lifted the old dwarf's chin with his left hand and tilted his head back. His right hand tried his best to penetrate into the patient's mouth. He touched his fingers in the direction of the base of the tongue and the small tongue, stimulating the throat reflex and making the patient cough more violently.
There was a lot of phlegm on my fingers, but it was not enough, not enough!
The airway is not clear yet!
Must suction!
The old dwarf's complexion has turned from white to purple, from purple to blue, and his agitation has become weaker and weaker. There is not much time left, as long as the human brain is deprived of oxygen for more than 3 minutes, it will cause irreversible damage. And the dwarf's brain, in the mental state
How many minutes can it last with technical support...
Gretel didn't want to think about it at all, let alone take a gamble. He was heartbroken, pinched the old dwarf's nose with his left hand, leaned down, and blocked the old dwarf's mouth with his mouth!
Inhale deeply! Use the negative pressure formed between the mouth and mouth to help suck out the sputum in the airway and keep the patient's airway clear!
The bubble technique on his head shattered silently.
The smelly, sticky liquid rushed straight into the mouth. The smell of tobacco, bad breath, and some other hellish smell mixed together and hit him all over his face.
Grete almost died. His eyes were sore, and tears immediately flowed down.
But he couldn't relax, let alone leave! He took a hard breath, then another, and finally tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Before others could react, Gretel took a deep breath, lowered his head, and repeated it again.
operate.
One bite!
One bite!
Another bite!
Suck away the phlegm!
Clear your airway!
Race against death!
“#￥%&……”
"&%￥......"
There was a mess around him. Some people exclaimed, some shouted, and some seemed to be yelling at him. Gretel ignored all of them and focused on rescuing the patient. He didn't know how much phlegm he sucked out, and the force of his hand rebounded upward.
Well, the patient struggled again.
"Hoo...ho...ho..."
A weak, but exhausting sound of inhalation came from the old dwarf's withered body. There was still phlegm in the airway, but it had become unobstructed. The old dwarf began to work hard to breathe fresh air, transporting oxygen through the alveoli of the lungs to every room.
A cell…
The faint sound of breathing sounded like the sound of nature to Gretel's ears. He let go of his hands and slumped backwards, falling to the ground, and couldn't help but smile.
Smiling, he turned his head and lay half on the ground, coughing and retching again. Uncontrollable tears soon flowed all over his face.
A few rough hands helped him up. Some people pressed him on the wooden pillar, someone handed him water, someone handed him a towel - the towel was as rough as canvas - someone patted his back with the force of a pile driver, and when he