Wu Dalang squeezed in with all his strength, but Pan Jinlian didn't even look at him and looked uninterested. The onlookers around him burst into laughter as if they had been teased.
Listening to the sarcasm in the laughter around him, Wu Dalang's face turned black and red, and he was very sullen. He stretched out his hand and patted Pan Jinlian's calf: "It's not enough to be embarrassed at home, why not be embarrassed on the street? Come down and hurry up.
Come down! Come home with me!!”
Pan Jinlian then looked down and raised her leg to pass Wu Dalang's hand: "You came just in time. Only after shouting with the slaves did Ximen Qing agree to come out..."
"What!!!" Wu Dalang seemed to have a firecracker stuck behind his butt, furious: "You slut who steals men, you dare to come to the door and call someone! You think I am a dead person!!!"
As soon as Wu Dalang said these words, the crowd of people watching immediately nodded as if they understood something and started whispering among themselves.
"Dalang, wait until the high official Ximen comes out and accepts the apology from the slave family, then it's not too late to go home." Pan Jinlian still insisted on her original intention: "Everyone shout with me: High official Ximen, Jinlian pays my respects!"
"Master Ximen, Jin Lian pays his respects!" The crowd of onlookers began to shout in a chaotic manner, and gradually became more and more uniform, and the voices became louder and louder.
Well, it's basically a male voice.
"Official Ximen, Jin Lian pays my respects!"
The housekeeper and Xiao Tianqing looked at each other, looking at their master who was walking quickly towards the back door. Ximen Qing obviously paused amidst the louder and louder shouts, sighed slightly, and continued walking towards the back door.
Wu Dalang looked at the crowd around him, and then at Pan Jinlian who was sitting on the chair. He felt that his chest was tight and he couldn't take a breath. Venus was flying around in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but yell: "It hurts me!"
After saying this, Wu Dalang felt a lump in his throat, fell back, lay on the ground and gritted his teeth, not knowing what was going on!
"Ah, what happened to Wu Dalang?"
"Something happened, someone died!"
As if there was a tacit understanding among themselves, the crowd that was originally crowded all retreated back, leaving the boss in a circle. At the same time, they stopped talking. There was no sound for a while, and you could probably hear a pin drop.
When Pan Jinlian saw this, she jumped off the chair and saw Wu Dalang's face was as golden as paper. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to check for breathing. For a moment, she could only breathe out but not in. She couldn't help but panic. Wang Po was also startled and dropped her flag and knelt down to take a look.
One glance: "Quick! Pinch someone!"
Pan Jinlian pinched Wu Dalang several times, but Wu Dalang's hands shook slightly, his teeth were still clenched, and he did not wake up.
"Godmother, what should we do?" Pan Jinlian had no idea and was upset.
"This..." Mrs. Wang grabbed Wu Dalang's right hand and pinched the tiger's mouth hard with her nails. Even the skin was almost bald and fell off. Wu Dalang still showed no sign of waking up.
"It's so deadly..."
"Let's go, let's go..."
Seeing that Wu Dalang was about to die, the crowd of onlookers started to stir and dispersed immediately. Only Wu Dalang was left lying on the cold bluestone.
The restless Wang Po.
Pinch the tiger's mouth...no response.
I took off the hairpin from my head and pricked my fingers one by one. It even started to bleed, but there was still no reaction.
Wang Po even asked Pan Jinlian to step aside and slapped Wu Dalang back and forth. Her face was swollen and her hands were numb, but Wu Dalang still didn't respond.
Wang Po sat aside with her hair disheveled: "Liu Niang, I see you have to prepare for the funeral..."
"Godmother, is there really nothing we can do?" Pan Jinlian was going crazy: "How can I explain to Erlang when he comes back? Who knew that Dalang could have a heartache at this time!"
Wang Po was speechless for a moment.
Looking at the crowds on the three floors inside and outside, there were only thirty-nine witnesses to what happened today. Now not only Pan Jinlian, but also herself jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clear herself.
Wu Dalang has always suffered from heartache, but it is usually caused by catching a cold from the wind. The pain can last for several days and he cannot get out of bed, and his chest can swell up to the height of a finger. For this kind of problem, he usually takes two pieces of medicine.
It will gradually get better after more than ten days.
Unexpectedly, Wu Dalang was stimulated today and fell ill all of a sudden, and it was more serious than ever before.
Pan Jinlian also sat down on the ground: "Oh, the slave family has such a miserable life."
Suddenly the sunlight above the two people's heads was blocked. Wang Po inadvertently looked up and saw Ximen Qing bending over to look at Wu Dalang's condition. The sunlight just shot from behind Ximen Qing, coating him with a layer of golden light.
, it was like a god descending to earth for a moment, and Wang Po couldn't help but be stunned: "Ximen... a high official!"
"Officials!" Pan Jinlian and Wang Po jumped up in a hurry and were about to salute. Ximen Qing frowned: "It's important to save people, so get out of the way first."
For Pan Jinlian and Wang Po, this sentence was like the last straw grasped by a drowning person.
Ximen Qing was originally going to come out from the back door, rode a horse and took a different route to go to the herbal medicine shop, but for some reason Pan Jinlian's pretty face and behavior made Ximen Qing feel a little fluttering in his heart, and he couldn't help it.
He turned the horse's head, wanting to take another look from a distance, and happened to see the crowd disperse.
Although I have traveled to this world, I will never forget the oath that I made to a medical school.
"In my incorporation into the medical profession, I solemnly pledge myself to the service of humanity."
...
"I will exercise my profession with my conscience and dignity."
"The health of my patients will be my first priority."
Health depends on it, and life depends on it!
Therefore, Ximen Qing appeared in front of Pan Jinlian and Wang Po.
Since Wang Po has used many stimulation methods and Wu Dalang still hasn't woken up, Ximen Qing knows that Wu Dalang has entered a deep coma. In this case, time is life!
In this case, it was as if he was back in the classroom. The person lying there was no longer Wu Dalang, but his patient. As for the consequences, Ximen Qing could no longer care about it.
After taking off the clothes on Wu Dalang's chest, Ximen Qing did not observe any fluctuations, so he had no choice but to use cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Seeing Ximen Qing kneeling next to Wu Dalang with a serious expression, spreading his knees apart, rolling up his sleeves and placing his palms together on Wu Dalang's chest, moving up and down regularly, although Pan Jinlian felt that Ximen Qing's movements were weird,
She couldn't understand what Ximen Qing was doing now, but she was sure that Ximen Qing was working hard to save Wu Dalang.
This caused an inexplicable emotion to surge in her heart, an indescribable touch.
"Put one hand on your nose, and use the other hand on the back of your neck to hold up your head!" Ximen Qing worked hard for a while and then ordered sternly.
Although Pan Jinlian found it unbelievable, she still followed her words and lifted Wu Dalang's head.
"It's not enough, go higher, go higher!" Ximen Qing watched Wu Dalang's throat lift up little by little, forming a straight line with his body, and then nodded: "Keep it, don't move!"
Wang Po was stunned as she watched. She had lived for decades and had never heard of this kind of treatment, let alone seen it. What she didn't expect was that Ximen Qing could kneel down and treat Wu Dalang. It was incredible.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
Wang Po wiped her eyes hard with her sleeve, and at the same time secretly pinched her thigh to make sure she was not dreaming.
It hurts.
Ximen Qing paused slightly, increased the intensity, and started to move up and down again. This time, the frequency was faster.
My forehead started to sweat. This cardiopulmonary resuscitation is really tiring. If I have to sit in two or three groups, I have to change people.
I said to Wu Dalang, it's so cold on the ground. It's almost time to get up. This was the first cardiopulmonary resuscitation in the Song Dynasty. It would be a disappointment if it didn't succeed.
Pan Jinlian tried her best to hold Wu Dalang's neck, and pressed the tip of his nose with one hand in a funny way.
Ximen Qing had just performed this set of movements twenty or thirty times when Wu Dalang suddenly straightened up, shook twice, and exhaled a puff of turbid air from his nose.
There's something going on! Ximen Qing felt that the chest he was pressing had an autonomous response. He listened happily and grabbed Wu Dalang's hand to check his pulse.
Although the pulse is still very weak, it is relatively stable!
Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian again, and he had already pushed Wu Dalang's nose almost like a pig's nose. He motioned to Pan Jinlian with a bit of laughter that he didn't need to continue pushing, and just held up his neck.
Pan Jinlian put down her hand as if she didn't understand. She put her hand on Wu Dalang's nose just now and clearly felt breathing. She was overjoyed. She was about to open her mouth to thank Ximen Qing when Wu Dalang suddenly opened his mouth and coughed twice.
opened his eyes.
"Da Lang, you're awake!" Pan Jinlian followed Ximen Qing's instructions and put down Wu Dalang's neck. She was very happy to see Wu Dalang open his eyes.
When Wang Po saw Wu Dalang come back from the dead, her mouth opened wide, her throat trembled up and down, and she couldn't close her mouth for a while.
"Ximen Qing!" Wu Dalang turned over and sat up, and what he saw was the "gangster" he hated, Ximen Qing, kneeling beside him. He raised his hand to hit him, but once his arm was raised, his heart hurt so much that he couldn't help it.
Can't handle it.
"You bastard, what did you do to me!"
Ximen Qing looked at the unreasonable Wu Dalang with contempt, stood up and dusted himself off, and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He just told Pan Jinlian: "In a while, you go to the herbal medicine shop, grab two sets of prescriptions and go back to make some adjustments."
It’ll be fine.”
"I would rather die in pain than take your Ximen family's medicine!" Wu Dalang said sternly: "As long as the word "Ximen" is attached to it, there will be no good things!"
After Ximen Qing heard this, he looked at Wu Dalang with an idiotic look: "There is only one herbal medicine shop in Qinghe County, named Ximen."
"Then you don't need to take medicine, just go back and squeeze the mud yourself and eat it."
"You!" Wu Dalang was speechless.
Pan Jinlian completely ignored Wu Dalang's idiotic behavior and looked at Ximen Qing with gratitude in her eyes: "Your Majesty, the slave family has not even apologized in person, but the senior officer came to help and saved my Dalang. This is called
How can I repay you?"
Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian's face that looked better than that of a celebrity, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It would be great if you were not Pan Jinlian. Then I can have a Song Dynasty version of chasing girls in fine clothes."
Ximen Qing originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but now he could only shake his head, turned around and rode away.
Pan Jinlian looked at Ximen Qing's retreating figure with so many thoughts in her heart that she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Wu Dalang gasped and climbed up, saying dissatisfiedly: "Bitch, are you dumbfounded by the swordsman? Come here and help me go back to lie down!"