Huang Dayou finished recounting his experience in one breath. Nurse Xiaoli had already brought a plate of steamed buns and a pot of hot porridge with the nurse, which were nutritious meals prepared by the hospital kitchen for the next day.
Huang Dayou has been very hungry for a while. The little food he sometimes begged for on the road would be fed to his uncle first. Most of the time, he used his body to resist. Now his body is so skinny that he can smell the buns.
The smell of meat porridge makes me swallow hard.
When Zhou Wen saw Xiaoli handing him the steamed buns, he dissuaded him: "Don't eat the steamed buns. Drink some hot porridge first to let your stomach get used to it, and then bring him a bowl."
Huang Dayou impatiently took over a casserole full of meat porridge, brought it directly to his mouth and took a big sip without fear of burning it. While drinking the porridge, he said vaguely: "I don't need a bowl, I just drink it like this."
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Zhou Wen didn't bother him anymore, but he smiled bitterly in his heart.
Thinking of the process of getting acquainted with Huang Yisheng, I used some caution. At that time, in order to trial-produce a semi-automatic rifle as soon as possible, I had some impure intentions from the beginning of my acquaintance with him, so I kept a certain distance from him in the subsequent interactions.
No details were revealed.
If Huang Yisheng knew that Fuyuan Store, which now has branches in major cities in the north, belonged to his family, it would be no big deal for him to come to Taiyuan quietly from Peking. All he had to do was make a phone call to Fuyuan Store in Peiping, and he could open it in any Shotai store.
At small stations along the railway, people were picked up without anyone noticing.
Now when people are desperate, they want to come to him. Zhou Wen feels a little ashamed when he thinks about it. He hopes that Huang Yisheng can survive this situation and treat others well in the future to make up for the apology in his heart.
While he was thinking about it, Huang Dayou drank all the pot of meat porridge and smashed his mouth with unsatisfied intent, but his eyes were focused on the plate of white bread.
Zhou Wen smiled and handed him a thick cotton military coat brought by the nurse and said: "You can't eat anymore. After you recover for a day or two, I will take you out for a big meal. What you need most now is
Get some sleep, your uncle is a good friend of mine, you can just leave it to us."
Huang Dayou's expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "Oops, I accidentally drank all the porridge, and my uncle has nothing to eat."
Zhou Wen was amused by his slow reaction. He reached out and patted his shoulder and was about to say a few words of comfort when he noticed that Feng Tianpei poked his head out of the emergency room and looked at him solemnly to signal.
Zhou Wen's heart sank and he hurriedly walked in.
Feng Tianpei whispered: "The situation is not good. The slough from the wound has been cleaned, but the infection has lasted for too long, and his entire heart and lung function have severely failed. I can only rely on you, senior brother. As long as he can survive today, there is hope."
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At this time, a nurse had already helped Zhou Wen put on a white coat. Zhou Wen quickly walked to the operating table and saw that Huang Yisheng's chest had been wrapped with a bandage, but his breathing was light and he had fallen into a deep coma.
Zhou Wen did not dare to neglect, and quickly stretched out his hand to press on his left chest, and the Prajna Qi slowly entered.
However, the normally miraculous Prajna Qi had no effect after entering Huang Yisheng's body. With his sharp perception, he found that Huang Yisheng's heartbeat began to gradually weaken. Zhou Wen felt anxious and looked at Feng Tianpei, who had a serious look on his face, for help.
Feng Tianpei was now familiar with Zhou Wen's Prajna Qi, and he said loudly: "We can't use conventional methods. Senior brother, you have to find a way to activate his heartbeat."
Zhou Wen suddenly thought of the therapy of using electric shock to restore heart beating in later generations. The current hospital does not have such equipment, so he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Although the prajna energy is not destructive, who knows that suddenly exerting force on the heart will cause
Won't it be counterproductive?
But Zhou Wen knew that if he delayed any longer, Huang Yisheng's heart would stop beating soon, and by then the gods would not be able to save him.
At that moment, he gritted his teeth and accumulated the Prajna Qi in his palms for a moment. Then, he pressed hard on Huang Yisheng's heart and spit out all the Prajna Qi. He immediately felt that Huang Yisheng's heart began to beat, and Feng Tianpei, who had been checking his pulse next to him,
He said loudly: "It's beating. Don't use force now. Use normal input methods."
Zhou Wen heard the sound and slowed down the input speed of Prajna Qi. After a while, he found that Huang Yisheng's heartbeat began to weaken. Under Feng Tianpei's command, he repeated the stimulation. After three times, Huang Yisheng's heartbeat finally stabilized, and the two of them were sweating profusely.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Tianpei said with a happy face: "Brother, your magical internal power has another effect. In the future, patients and wounded people like this can be saved."
Zhou Wen had a wry smile on his face. If he did this a few more times, the prajna energy in his beads would be exhausted.
When Zhou Wen walked out of the emergency room with a tired look on his face, he found that it was already dawn, and standing outside were Zhang Xiaoping and Cui Xiaolu who came after hearing the sound.
Zhou Wen didn't see Huang Dayou at first glance, and was about to speak when he heard a steady breathing sound from beside him. When he lowered his head, he saw that Huang Dayou was wrapped in a military coat and fell asleep on the bench in the emergency room.
Cui Xiaolu whispered: "He didn't want to go to sleep, so he had to stay at the door. Then he fell asleep at some point."
Zhou Wen sighed and said: "Although Commissioner Huang's nephew is a bit naive, he is a very affectionate person. He has suffered a lot along the way. I don't know how many days and nights he hasn't slept.
Let him sleep for a while first."
When Cui Xiaolu heard Zhou Wen mention the words "love and sex", she couldn't help but glance at him with her big eyes, meaning do you still know about love and sex?
Zhou Wen didn't dare to look at her, coughed awkwardly, and motioned for Zhang Xiaoping to go outside to talk.
He wanted to explain Liu Ruolan's arrangements. He was originally going to take her out to visit Taiyuan City today, but now that Huang Yisheng is not out of danger, he can't leave.
Of course, these words cannot be said in front of Cui Xiaolu. He has not yet thought about how to explain this matter to Cui Xiaolu. Things like feelings are really messy and confusing. He has no experience in this area himself and just wants to give less.
It hurts others a little bit.
Now we can only let Zhang Xiaoping explain to Liu Ruolan, and let Liu Ruoshui, the eldest brother, entertain his girl first.
Then someone called Zhao Changshu. After all, Zhao Changshu and Huang Yisheng were real close friends.
In the afternoon, Huang Yisheng's condition finally stabilized. Although he was still sleeping, his heartbeat and breathing had stabilized.
Feng Tianpei said happily: "Fortunately, our Ziqinghong medicine has a certain anti-inflammatory effect, as well as the miraculous effect of your internal energy, senior brother. Otherwise, his condition would most likely not be cured."
Zhou Wen knew that there were no effective anti-inflammatory drugs yet. As long as the wounds became infected and inflamed, the average wounded person would have to rely on his own physical strength to resist, and the mortality rate would be very high.