Ji Zimo reached out to find out his nose, and his face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "There is no breath."

In terms of time, I can't wait anymore.

After biting the back teeth, Xia Qianqian took advantage of it.

"Let him flat!"

She put the child in her arms aside and put her hand on Cao Ran's wrist.

There is indeed no pulse.

Cao Ran's symptoms have turned from hemorrhagic shock to cardiac arrest.

Within five minutes after cardiac arrest is a prime time to save lives.

Without hesitation, she put Cao Ran flat, pressed her hands on Cao Ran's heart, and began to do chest compressions.

Mr. Liu, who was stunned and questioned incredibly: "Girl, if you do this, you will speed up the bleeding from his wound."

"Isn't he dead?"

Xia Qianqian responded bluntly: "The most important thing is to save him now."

"Can you save him?" A light flashed in Ji Zimo's silent eyes.

"Everyone needs cooperation!" Xia Qianqian didn't say nonsense, "I dare not promise, but I am 80% sure."

"You can just mention whatever you need!" Ji Zimo stared into her eyes and agreed solemnly.

"Nothing..." Mr. Liu wanted to interrupt.

The lord is dead and cannot save the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, why should he humiliate his body again?

But Ji Zimo did not give him a chance to question him, and stopped him aside and faced Xia Qianqian: "Any request can be made."

Xia Qianqian is not polite, "Let Geng Zhong come and help me!"

"Geng Zhong." He shouted.

Geng Zhong lifted the curtain and rushed in.

Xia Qianqian raised her eyes and explained, "I pressed his chest. Every twenty times you pressed it, you lowered your body and blew it into his mouth."

While pressing, she reminded her: "Remember, your mouth must wrap all his mouth. When you blow, pinch his nose with one hand. After blowing, you must let go."

What? To wrap your mouth with your own mouth, isn’t it mouth-to-mouth?

Geng Zhong's face felt embarrassed.

Everyone was shocked by this shocking way, the lightning was burning outside and the inside was tender.

“Do it quickly!”

As a doctor, it is a responsibility to perform artificial respiration on patients, and Xia Qianqian doesn't mind at all.

When she counted until twenty, she saw Geng Zhong not moving, so she leaned over and wanted to go to demonstrate in person.

When Ji Zimo saw it, his heart twitched violently, reached out to block her, his eyes darkened, and he leaned back and wanted to do it.

Geng Zhong, who was beside him, was frightened and rushed over quickly and leaned down first. When his mouth touched Cao Ran's mouth, Geng Zhong's entire back became stiff.

"Breathe quickly!" Xia Qianqian urged.

Geng Zhong was so scared that he blew a few breaths.

"With a little effort, you must make his chest flutter to be effective."

Xia Qianqian looked solemn, without any embarrassment. Liu Laojiu, who was standing beside him, had his chin almost fell off.

Ji Zimo's eyes became darker and darker.

At the critical moment of saving people, Xia Qianqian had long forgotten the identity of the original owner, and the memories of her previous life were completely immersed in her current body.

Now she is no longer a silly foolish girl, she is Xia Qianqian, known as the Lancet.

She supported her arms in Cao Ran's heart and pressed her chest one after another. Geng Zhongze sat in the direction of Cao Ran's head, following her instructions, and breathing from mouth to mouth again and again.

The carriage galloped on the uneven mud road, and the carriages were bumping up and down, accompanied by the "bang" sound of arrows hitting the windows, and the sound of swords colliding one after another.

But in the carriage, there was a tense tug-of-war of fighting with the God of Death.

Time passed by minute by minute, and sweat oozed out from Xia Qianqian's forehead little by little, slowly gathering and condensing, rolling down along the forehead, along the hairline, and dripping down.

After several cycles of chest compressions, her hands became numb and her arms became less and less powerful.

But you can't stop.

As long as you stop, Cao Ran will die.

Xia Qianqian gritted her teeth, gathered her thoughts, and continued to press.

Mr. Liu recovered from a brief shock and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to Cao Ran's wrist. As long as the person is saved, he will definitely have pulse.

After a nervous and strange treatment, he looked up and met Ji Zi Mo Xiyi's eyes, and shook his head silently, "No."

If a person is dead, you can save him by pressing him a few times and blowing a few breaths?

How can this treatment method work if you have never seen it and never heard of it?

Xia Qianqian looked up and saw Geng Zhong hesitating, and immediately ordered with a cold face: "Continue to blow!"

Liu Lao really couldn't stand it anymore. He sat upright with a stern expression and reminded: "Young Master, sir, you are dead. Don't want to..."

Mr. Liu was sad for a moment and could not say it out loud.

The entire carriage was in a strange and tense atmosphere, and everyone's eyes were focused on Cao Ran.

His eyes were closed, his face turned pale, his nose was almost deformed by Geng Zhong's hands, and his brocade robe was stained with blood sauce, which was shocking to look at.

Can you still be saved in this state?

When everyone's hearts sink little by little, Xia Qianqian is so anxious that she sweats on her forehead, a gust of wind blows.

Cao Ran's mouth moved, and the sides of his nose began to twitch slightly.

Mr. Liu rubbed his presbyopia's eyes, and confirmed it again in disbelief, and hurriedly reached out to take his pulse.

For a moment, Old Liu's face changed a lot, and finally turned into a surprise, "He has a pulse."

His surprise roar was like a thunderclap in the plain, shaking people's hearts and jumping around.

Surprise, joy, and uncontrollable ecstasy were presented layer by layer on Geng Zhong's face, if it weren't for the people in the car now.

He wished he could turn a few somersaults in the open space, dance a few crazy swords, and even jump into the river in front of him. He could jump down without hesitation and make a wave of great waves happily.

Ji Zimo, who was beside him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xia Qianqian. He didn't even notice it, and there was a little more exploration and appreciation.

But Xia Qianqian was tense and reached out to put her hand on his carotid artery.

The beating under her hands gave her some motivation.

The successful cardiac resuscitation does not mean that Cao Ran is completely out of danger of life.

He lost too much blood and lost his body fluids. He had to be transfused in time. The poisonous arrows in his chest must be pulled out as soon as possible. Otherwise, his resurrection would be only a short breath.

Death is always with him.

It's either this moment or the next moment.

Looking at the dying person, she said coldly: "He has just got a breath, and he is still far from living."

This sentence poured cold water on everyone, but Ji Zimo's trust in her was gradually increasing, "You can just mention whatever you need to do!"

"I need a quiet environment, strong guys, I need their blood."

For Cao Ran, whose heart has just recovered, the most important thing is to rehydrate and transfusion, followed by surgery to extract the hidden weapon.

A strong guy?

Blood?

This treatment method is refreshing and incredible!

When Ji Zimo heard this, he looked confident, "We have never lacked strong young men here. Xiao Yong, find a place in Yanhu Beach and park the car!"

"Yes, young master!"

Xia Qianqian did not ask the assassination how it would be safe in the operation later.

With Ji Zimo here, she felt that everything was under his control, including the trapping of bandits this time.

The only miscalculation is that Cao Ran was willing to trade his life for a child.
Chapter completed!