How could he not be dead? The mother in charge panicked and asked Mrs. Zhou Qi for help.
No one in the room seemed to understand what Yang Mo said.
After a while, Princess Xian was the first to react and stretched out her finger to Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Quick, what are you still doing? Miss Yang is a doctor. She said that the twelve girls are not dead."
Mrs. Zhou Qi had never run so fast before. She arrived at the coffin in a flash and ordered her servants to carry Miss Twelve into the inner room.
The ladies in the room looked at each other. They had heard of people taking their breath away after dropping a coffin before, but they had never seen it with their own eyes. This time, they saw someone being lifted out of the coffin.
Ms. Jiang didn't understand what Miss Yang was doing.
Seeing the servants carrying Miss Twelve onto the bed, Yang Mo ordered the servants, "Go and get the quick bath beans."
Bath beans can also cure diseases? Is it possible that Miss Yang can use bath beans to bring people back to life?
Seeing the servants busy getting things, the ladies couldn't help but think.
After handing over the bath beans, Yang Mo immediately rubbed the foam on Miss Twelve's nose. She held her breath and looked over carefully, her heart almost unable to beat because of her nervousness.
There must be change, there must be change.
She finally had some hope, and she didn't want to be disappointed like this. This might save a living life.
I watched the bubbles at the end of my nose suddenly grow bigger and explode with a pop.
Yang Mo felt like her heart was exploding, and the blood rushed into her mind, hot, hot. She couldn't help but stand up and look at Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Alive, Miss Twelve is still alive."
The bubbles can prove that Miss Twelve is breathing weakly.
In the state of suspended animation, the heartbeat and breathing cannot be detected by hand. Just now she checked Miss Twelve's eyes and found changes in the pupils of the eyes under pressure, so she judged that Miss Twelve might still be alive.
There was an uproar all around.
Mrs. Zhou Qi opened her eyes wide and could hardly believe it.
Yang Mo was so happy that she lost her mind for a moment, and saw Mrs. Zhou Qi's surprise and anxiety.
He stretched out his hand and pulled the skirt of Miss Twelve and wrapped it around Miss Twelve's fingers. After a while, Miss Twelve's fingertips turned blue and purple, "When a person is alive, blood is flowing. If one end is entangled, there will be stasis.
Otherwise nothing will change.”
Mrs. Zhou Qi stared blankly at Miss Twelve's fingers, then suddenly grabbed Yang Mo's belt and burst into tears.
"My son, my son is still alive."
Miss Twelve is still alive, thanks to Brother Cheng. If Brother Cheng had not crawled into the coffin, no one would have known that Miss Twelve was still alive.
The little brother Cheng saved his sister's life in order to drive away the bugs.
"Put your feet higher." Yang Mo ordered the servants around her.
The servant immediately brought a quilt and stuffed it under Miss Twelve's feet.
Yang Mo stretched out her hand and touched Miss Twelve's neck, touching it carefully. As long as the beating was obvious, she could feel it. She must wake up. Brother Cheng was right, such a big child should not be buried on the ground so early.
Insect bites, you have to grow up slowly, become more beautiful, learn to be shy, marry happily, become a mother and grandmother nervously, after experiencing so much, you can have a complete life.
Only then can we not be afraid of the dark and have no regrets.
Although she hadn't felt the beating yet, Yang Mo couldn't give up. She stretched out her hand and squeezed Miss Twelve's cold fingers, turned to look at Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Mrs. Seven, ask someone to go to Baohe Hall and call my disciples.
, I want a medicine kit and saline water for infusion."
The Zhou family called people from Baohe Hall.
Wei Mao, Qin Chong and others entered the courtyard.
Everything Yang Mo needed was put on the table, as if the whole house was occupied by a strange atmosphere, no longer desolate but bustling.
The monks and Taoist priests chanted sutras sadly, burned paper and sent people to the West, leaving only wisps of smoke. The doctor from Baohetang ran in and out of the room. The rush and eagerness made people feel like they could
Have hope.
The hope of survival keeps so many doctors and doctors busy.
How can you get back a life if you don't run like this?
Everyone stood there dumbfounded, not daring to disturb him.
Yang Mo finally established an intravenous channel, infused saline into Miss Twelve's body, and then used a simple breathing mask to help Miss Twelve breathe.
This kind of respirator made in ancient times is not very easy to use, but it can effectively squeeze out the air.
Yang Mo gently counted the frequency, one point, one point, not too fast or too slow, and Wei Mao, who was helping next to him, was sweating.
No one knows if it will work.
Suddenly, Miss Twelve's eyelids moved slightly.
Yang Mo felt that her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, as if she had taken a breath of the cleanest air, which was indescribably clear.
"Miss Twelve, Miss Twelve." Yang Mo called softly.
Miss Twelve felt as if a stone was pressed against her eyelids. She struggled hard, and she didn't know where the strength came from. She opened her eyes a little more, and suddenly all the bright light squeezed in. Although it was a bit dazzling, it made her feel
Warm, her cold and stiff body seemed to be immersed in warm water.
Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. In the darkness, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She thought no one would pay attention to her again in this life.
No one will hear her scream.
Help me, help me.
She wanted to give up, but she didn't because she and her brother had agreed that they would hug their mother together when they came back this time, just like other mothers and children.
The mother hasn't hugged her yet.
So she couldn't stop crying and couldn't give up.
There was really hope, someone really came to save her, someone really started talking to her, started teaching her to breathe, and taught her how to open her eyes.
That person was right in front of her.
The light penetrated her eyes, causing her to blink and shed tears, but she wanted to see that person clearly.
You must see that person clearly.
That person is right here.
She saw it.
…
King Xian was walking back and forth in the room, but Zhou Chengling was sitting peacefully on the chair, "You have already made up your mind to marry Mr. Yang?"
Zhou Chengling said: "When I meet my uncle at this time, I want to discuss the marriage. If the etiquette can be considered well, the sooner the wedding date, the better."
King Xian couldn't help but sigh. He had been looking forward to Zhou Chengling getting married and having children in a serious manner for a long time. He had been unsettled since the emperor granted the marriage, and finally one day it happened to be... Yang.
The Yang family who has made a big name in Beijing.
King Xian said: "Have you ever thought about it, Yang is a female doctor after all. What will you do in the future? It is impossible for you not to serve in the imperial court for the rest of your life. In the future... the emperor will reuse you, and you will regain your royal title."
Zhou Chengling didn't seem to care, "Even if the king's title is restored, the Zhou Dynasty did not expressly say that the princess cannot cure diseases and save people."
King Xian raised his head and looked at Zhou Chengling. He said it easily. Yang's appearance in public would definitely be criticized. The higher Zhou Chengling stood in the future, the more people would hold him back.
Zhou Chengling said: "How can saving people's lives be inferior to those false reputations? My uncle will be surprised if he listens carefully to the stories of treating diseases and saving people."
As soon as Zhou Chengling finished speaking, a servant came in and reported, "My lord, the seventh master's twelfth daughter was saved by Miss Yang."