It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 42 Alright
"Henry!"

The old man frowned.While scolding, he couldn't help but turn his eyes away, and looked at Gretel secretly.

Gretel's hand undid the purse belt for a moment.It seems that the old man is suspicious of him...

It's no wonder that people suspect that his clothes are not like nobles, servants are not servants, staff are not staff, and he is buying them out of his own pocket.The identity and income do not match, wherever they are placed, it will raise suspicions.

Although he can withstand investigation, there is no need to trouble himself.

Gretel continued to take coins from his wallet without saying a word.One gold coin, two gold coins... The old man's eyes jumped, and he immediately smiled:

"Guest, you're joking. Small business, too cheap, I'm afraid it will lose money... If the customer is inconvenient, is it the same to buy two small bottles first?"

As he spoke, he picked up a gold coin, looked left and right, took a breath, put it in his ear, and bit it with his teeth.Gretel's eyes jumped: you are still biting at such an old age, you are not afraid of breaking your teeth!

Besides, these gold coins were packed in boxes and buried underground for so many years.When I touched this thing, I didn't dare to eat it without washing my hands, but you put it in my mouth!
Intestinal infection, diarrhea, vomiting, fever…

Gretel was thinking in a mess, staring at the gold coin, his eyes getting more and more weird.The old man's face also became strange, his body bowed forward, his arms spread out, and he subconsciously assumed a warning posture.

This tension, as soon as I exert myself, I don't know how to take a breath, and the whole gold coin rolls directly into my throat!
The old man's face suddenly twisted.He said "uh uh" a few times, stretched out his hand to hold his throat, and his eyes bulged like a frog.

its stuck?
Gold coins stuck?
Choking? !

Gretel was startled.The young man next to him was also frightened, and in a panic, he slapped the old man on the back:

"Sir! Mr. Hogan!"

Slaps have no effect.The old man's chubby body leaned forward and backward, lowered his head and vomited a few times, and soon his face turned purple.The young man hugged him with one hand and tried to break his mouth and dig his throat with the other.At the same time, he shouted to the outside:

"Quick! Go get the pharmacist!"

"Got it!" Outside the store, the doorman agreed and ran away.I'm sick and injured, so it stands to reason that I should go to a priest, but... isn't this the pharmacist right next door!

Anyway, when everyone can't afford a priest, or when the priest is too busy, they will make do with a pharmacist to save people.The therapeutic effect can be regarded as effective, it is the injection of medicine or something, the speed is slow...

The young man gave a cry and went on to save the old man.Unpredictable, Gretel propped up the counter, jumped up, and turned over the counter!
"What are you doing!" shouted the young man.He wanted to help the old man again, and he wanted to drive Gretel away again, making a mess.I couldn't open my hands, so I could only shout loudly:
"What are you doing! Get out! Get out!"

Gretley ignored him, stepped forward, shoved the young man away, and wrapped his arms around the old man from behind.

After all, he is also a first-level soldier, weaker than the knights, and bullying the clerk is still a hit.The young guy was thrown by him and slammed into the back cabinet hotly. He could only shrink into a ball and shouted loudly:

"Someone!--Snatch something!"

"Who!"

"Who!"

There were all the sound of footsteps, and a middle-aged man with a glass bottle in his left hand and a wooden spoon in his right rushed in quickly—Greit probably was a pharmacist.Immediately afterwards, the doorman rushed in, looking for sticks all over the place, and shouted to Gretel at the same time:
"What are you doing! Let go of Mr. Hogan!"

Gretel didn't have time to talk to them at all.He stood in a lunge with his legs one after the other, and wrapped his arms around the fat old man. With a little force, the old man sank.The fat body slipped and sat directly on Grete's right thigh, and his upper body was pushed forward by him.

"What are you doing!" shouted the pharmacist.He was not too young to jump directly over the counter like Gretel did. He could only try to move his legs and try to rush to feed the old man with medicine.He ran out of breath and shouted, "Let him go! Let him go! What are you doing by strangling him when they are stuck!"

After only half a circle around, Gretel was already in position and began to rescue.The hands were wrapped around the old man's armpits, the left hand made a fist, and the right hand held the left wrist from the front.Put the tiger's mouth on the left hand against the old man's upper abdomen, use both arms, and pull it inward and upward!
wipe!
Too fat to slip!
I hate fat people the most!It takes one more person to lift the bed, and it is not easy to press the heart out. In abdominal surgery, others can see the abdominal cavity when they cut it down.Even for anesthesia, the dose has to be recalculated, and the anesthesiologist must be careful with 120,000 points!

Look at it now, the Heimlich maneuver, you can slide right off!
The clerk and the pharmacist were still shouting.Gretel was upset and roared, "Shut up!"

"You come out!"

The doorman looked left and right, finally grabbed a door bolt, lowered his head and drilled through the counter panel.Gretel yelled, "I'm saving him!" His left fist moved up, followed by his right hand, pressing against the fat old man's sternum.Take a deep breath, use your arms again, close!

a bit!
Twice!

boom!
The latch slammed down hard.Gretel didn't have time to dodge, so he could only slightly tilt his head and take the blow with his left shoulder.Under the pain, a strong force suddenly surged from both arms, pressing hard against the old man's chest, the third stroke!
"Cough!...Cough cough cough cough!"

The old man coughed violently.He coughed for a while, suddenly opened his mouth, and something spit out from his mouth.It fell on the table with a tinkling sound, and it turned a few circles under the lights, and the golden light was brilliant.

Gretel relaxed.He let go of his arms, raised his right hand to rub his left shoulder, and glared at the doorman resentfully.The doorman had just hit halfway with his second stick, raised his right hand high, and froze in stunned silence.

"Can this work?!" The pharmacist froze in place.As soon as his right hand was released, the glass bottle fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

"Cough cough cough... hu, hu, hu..."

The old man coughed for a long time, finally took a breath, and turned his head.As soon as he turned his head, he saw the doorman holding a stick frozen in place, and Gretel gasping and rubbing his shoulders. His eyes narrowed, and he was stunned on the spot.The pharmacist rushed up desperately:

"Why does this work? People are stuck, can they be rescued by hugging their chest? Please, please tell me! - I'll give you money! I'll give you everything!"

He quickly began to pocket.The purse, the gold chain, and even the buttons on the coat were about to be ripped off--a handful of them didn't move.Great Khan.His right hand was busy throwing a healing technique on his left shoulder, so he could only stretch out his left hand and try to pull the other side reluctantly:
"You don't have to do this... just a little trick, very simple..."

Hemp egg!I'm on the diaphragm, who told you to hug my chest!It's not clear that it's not harmful!
The stick on my shoulder finally stopped hurting.Great freed his hand and began to gesture and teach the pharmacist.Under the lights, seeing that the middle-aged pharmacist nodded again and again, the waist rod gradually bent forward from 5 degrees to ten degrees, and then gradually bent to fifteen degrees.

The fat old man opened his mouth.Sweat dripped from the fat forehead immediately.

Why did he suspect that the other party had no money just now?Why do you suspect that the gold coin is coming from the wrong way!This is good, offended a genuine healer!Even the pharmacist next door has to listen respectfully to others' lectures!

It's alright now, the other party now, without even looking at him, is busy chatting with the pharmacist...

The old man responded very quickly.After Gretel's words stopped, he immediately bent down deeply and saluted.The fat on the stomach was squeezed like this, and two pleats were made on the spot:

"Dear healer! Thank you for your life-saving grace, and please forgive the rudeness of the shop..."

Gretel quickly stopped the lecture to help.The old man straightened up with his strength, put his hands on the waist pole, and shouted to the young clerk:

"Roger! Get what the healers want! Frank! Get a ream of the best white paper, no, two reams! Ten more quills, two bottles of ink! Hurry up!"

A doorman and a clerk were yelled at by him to run back and forth without touching the ground.This time, it was Gretel who was in a hurry to stop:

"No... I can't afford these..."

"How can I make you pay!" The old man laughed, raised his chest again, and patted his chest with a "bang bang". "Respected healer, you are my savior. Not to mention repaying you, I have to pay for the treatment fee, right?"

"But..." The operation of the Heimlich Maneuver, the cost of diagnosis and treatment... Well, generally, in this case, you can't wait for the registration to pay for the treatment, but such a simple operation really costs money, at most tens of dollars, right?
"No but! This store belongs to me, isn't the old man's life worth a few pieces of paper?"

"...At least change to plain paper...Magic paper is too expensive..."

"Then add another two reams of plain paper! Roger! Pack up and send it home to Mr. Healer!"

　Heimlich First Aid.

　　For acute foreign body blockages in the airway, Gretel uses a slightly modified version that is used when the patient is obese or pregnant.

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