Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Wu Dalang squeezed in with all his strength, but Pan Jinlian didn't even look at it, and looked like he didn't want to answer, the surrounding spectators burst into laughter as if they had been stabbed to the point of laughter.

Hearing the sarcasm in the laughter around him, Wu Dalang's face was black and red, and he was very gloomy. He stretched out his hand and patted Pan Jinlian's calf: "It's not enough to be ashamed at home, but to be ashamed on the street? Come down, hurry up!" Come down! Come home with me!!"

Only then did Pan Jinlian look down, and raised her leg to pass Wu Dalang's hand: "You came just in time, and Ximen Qing was willing to come out after shouting with the slave family..."

"What!!!" Wu Dalang was furious as if a firecracker had been stuck in the back of his ass: "You bastard who stole a man, how dare you go to the door and call someone! You treat me like a dead man!!!"

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

"Da Lang, wait until the Ximen officials come out and accept the apology from the slave family, and then go home." Pan Jinlian still insisted on her original intention: "Everyone shout with me: Ximen officials, Jin Lian bows!"

"Your Majesty Ximen, worship the golden lotus!" The crowd of onlookers began to shout chaotically, gradually becoming more and more orderly, and their voices became louder and louder.

Well, it's basically a male voice.

"Your Majesty Ximen, Jin Lian worships you!"

The housekeeper and Xiao Tianqing looked at each other, and looked at their master who was walking towards the back door in front of him. Amid the louder and louder shouts, Ximen Qing obviously paused, 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 catch his breath. There were gold stars flying around in front of his eyes, so he couldn't help shouting: "It hurts me too!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Dalang's throat clicked, and he fell back directly, lying on the ground and clenched his teeth, not knowing what happened to him!

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

"Something happened, people died!"

The crowd that had been tightly surrounded seemed to have a tacit understanding with each other and all backed away, leaving the boss in a circle. At the same time, they stopped talking. There was no sound for a while, and it is estimated that a needle could be heard.

Seeing this, Pan Jinlian jumped off the chair. Seeing that Wu Dalang's face was as golden as paper, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to check for breath. For a while, she could only breathe out but not inhale, so she panicked; One glance: "Quick! Pinch someone!"

Pan Jinlian pinched Wu Dalang several times, only to see that Wu Dalang's hands trembled slightly, his jaw was still closed tightly, and he didn't wake up.

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

"This..." Wang Po grabbed Wu Dalang's right hand, pinched the tiger's mouth hard with her nails, even the skin was almost bald, and Wu Dalang still showed no sign of waking up.

"It's really dead..."

"Let's go, let's go..."

Seeing that Wu Dalang was about to die, the crowd of onlookers started to scatter, and immediately scattered, only Wu Dalang was left lying on the cold bluestone slab, next to him was unwilling to reconcile and still trying to pinch Pan Jinlian in the middle of the crowd, and he was about to stretch The queen who can't live.

Pinch it...no response.

I pulled out the hairpin on my head and pricked my fingers one by one, all bleeding, but still no response.

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

Wang Po fell to the side with disheveled hair: "Liu Niang, I'm going to prepare for the funeral..."

"Godmother, is there really nothing I can do?" Pan Jinlian was about to go crazy: "How can I explain to Erlang when he comes back to my slave's house? Who knew that Dalang would have a heartache at this time!"

Wang Po was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the onlookers on the third and outer floors just now, there are ninety or ninety witnesses to what happened today. Now not only Pan Jinlian, but also herself can't be cleaned up by jumping into the Yellow River.

Wu Dalang has always suffered from chest pains, but it is usually due to the wind and cold, and he can't get out of bed for several days in pain, and his chest is swollen as high as a finger.This kind of problem is to grab two pieces of medicine and take it, and it will be cured after 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 down on the ground: "Oh, my family is such a miserable life."

Suddenly the sun above their heads was covered, Wang Po looked up inadvertently, and saw Ximen Qing bent over to look at Wu Dalang's condition, just as the sunlight shot from behind Ximen Qing, casting a layer of golden light on him , For a moment, it was like a god descending to earth, and Wang Po couldn't help being stunned: "Ximen...a high official!"

"Senior 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, you guys get out of the way first."

To Pan Jinlian and Wang Po, this sentence was like the last straw caught by a drowning man.

Ximen Qing originally planned to come out from the back door, rode a horse and changed the road to go around, and then went to the raw medicine shop, but for some reason, Pan Jinlian's pretty face and actions made Ximen Qing feel a little throbbing in his heart, and couldn't help it. He turned the horse's head, wanted to take another look from a distance, and happened to see the scene of the crowd breaking up.

Although I have traveled to this world, I will never forget the oath that I am not as good as a medical school.

"When I was recruited into the medical profession, I solemnly pledged my dedication to the service of humanity."

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"I will exercise my profession with conscience and dignity."

"The health of my patients will be my first consideration."

Health is all about, and life depends on each other!

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

Since Wang Po has used many stimulation methods, Wu Dalang still hasn't woken up. Ximenqing knows that Wu Dalang has entered a deep coma. In this case, time is life!

In this situation, it was as if he had returned to the classroom, and it was no longer Wu Dalang lying down, but his own patient.As for the consequences, Ximen Qing could no longer take care of it.

Pulling off the clothes on Wu Dalang's chest, Ximen Qing didn't notice any ups and downs, so he had to use cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Seeing Ximen Qing kneeling next to Wu Dalang with a serious expression, with his knees apart, rolled up his sleeves and put 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 treat Wu Dalang.

This caused an inexplicable emotion to surge in her heart, an inexplicable emotion.

"Hold your nose with one hand, and hold your head up behind your neck with the other hand!" Ximen Qing tried hard for a while, and ordered sharply.

Although Pan Jinlian thought it was unbelievable, she still obeyed and lifted Wu Dalang's head.

"Not enough, higher, higher!" Ximen Qing watched as Wu Dalang's throat lifted up little by little, forming a straight line with his body, and then nodded: "Hold it, don't move!"

Wang Po was dumbfounded as she watched from the sidelines. She had lived for decades and had never heard of this treatment method, let alone seen it. What made her even more unexpected was that Ximen Qing was able to kneel down and treat Wu Dalang. She couldn't believe her eyes.

Wang Po wiped her eyes vigorously with her sleeve, and at the same time secretly pinched her thigh, so she couldn't be dreaming.

It hurts.

Ximen Qing paused for a moment, increased his strength, and started to move up and down again. This time, the frequency was faster.

His forehead started to sweat.This cardiopulmonary resuscitation is really tiring. If you want to sit in two or three sets, you have to change people.

I said Wu Dalang, it's so cold on the ground, I'm almost up.This was the first cardiopulmonary resuscitation in the Song Dynasty, and it would be too disappointing if it didn't work.

Pan Jinlian tried her best to support Wu Dalang's neck, and pressed the tip of her nose with one hand in a funny way.

Ximenqing had just performed this group of movements twenty or thirty times when Wu Dalang suddenly straightened up, shook twice, and exhaled a foul breath from his nose.

There is a show!Ximen Qing felt that the pressed chest had an automatic response, and he listened happily. He grabbed Wu Dalang's hand and felt his pulse.

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

Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian again, he had pushed Wu Dalang's nose almost like a pig's nose, and he signaled to Pan Jinlian that he didn't need to continue to push it, just hold his neck up.

Pan Jinlian put down her hand in a half-understood manner. She put her hand on Wu Dalang's nose just now, and she obviously felt breathing. opened his eyes.

"Dalang, you're awake!" Pan Jinlian followed Ximen Qing's instructions and lowered Wu Dalang's neck, and was very happy to see Wu Dalang opened his eyes.

When Wang Po saw Wu Dalang come back from the dead, her mouth opened wide, her throat quivered up and down, and she couldn't close her mouth for a while.

"Ximenqing!" Wu Dalang turned over and sat up, and saw that the "Jianfu" Ximenqing he hated was kneeling beside him, and he was about to hit him with his hand, but once he raised his arm, his heart hurt so badly that he couldn't help it. Can't do it.

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

Ximen Qing looked at the unreasonable Wu Dalang with disdainful eyes, stood up and dusted off the dust, and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, but told Pan Jinlian: "Go to the herbal medicine shop in a while, grab two prescriptions and go back, and recuperate and recuperate." It'll be fine."

"I'd rather die from pain than take your medicine from Ximen's family!" Wu Dalang said sharply, "As long as the word Ximen is on it, there will be no good things!"

Hearing this, Ximenqing looked at Wu Dalang with an idiot look: "There is only a herbal medicine shop in Qinghe County, and the surname is Ximen."

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

"You!" Wu Dalang was speechless immediately.

Pan Jinlian didn't care about Wu Dalang's idiot behavior at all, and looked at Ximen Qing with gratitude in his eyes: "The high officials, the servants haven't apologized in person, but the high officials gave a helping hand and saved my Dalang. How can I repay the servants?"

Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian's face that surpassed that of a star, and he couldn't help but sighed in his heart: "It would be great if you weren't Pan Jinlian. Then I can come and chase girls in the Song Dynasty version of Jing costume."

Ximen Qing originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but now he just shook his head, turned around and rode away.

Pan Jinlian looked at Ximen Qing's receding figure, and she couldn't help being stunned for a moment with many thoughts in her heart.

Wu Dalang got up panting heavily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Bitch, are you dumbfounded by the jerk? Come quickly and help me go back to lie down!"