The mother in charge asked someone to take Brother Feng down, lowered her head and said softly: "The Third Madam wants to think about the Second Master. I heard that the Madam asked the Fifth Master to invite Grandma Zhou Shi to come over, but the Fifth Master did not talk to Grandma Ten."
She was kicked out by the Yang family, and now Madam Tai wants to seek justice for the Fifth Master."
Mrs. Zhou was confused for a while, and then her stomach hurt again. She held the mother in charge's hand tightly, and it took a long time for her whole body to relax.
"Third Madam, think about it, how did Mr. Zhou Qi's young lady be cured? Mr. Zhou Qi and his wife personally went to Baohe Hall to invite Grandma Shi over. Now... in this family, they only care about being with Shi.
Grandma Dou, you have... no longer put your wife's life and death in front of you. This servant is your companion, and I am the only one who can tell you this. Madam... you must take care of yourself."
Mrs. Wednesday turned her head to look at the mother in charge, her lips trembled twice, "Is... like this?"
The mother in charge held back her tears, "It's important to save your life. There's nothing you can't let go of first. My dear madam, the only ones who care about your life now are you, madam, and the second master who hasn't grown up yet."
Mrs. Wednesday opened her eyes wide, "Then what should I do?"
…
The second wife wiped her tears, as if she was sad when she heard Master Wu was beaten. She looked at Master Wu and said, "Go and see your wife quickly, so that your wife can feel relieved."
Mr. Wu stood up and was about to go out when the steward's mother came in and said, "Mrs., it's not good. The third lady went out by herself."
The second wife's eyes widened, and she and the second old lady looked at each other in shock.
The second wife said: "If she doesn't lie down in bed well, where will she go?" She stood up and asked, "Is this child confused?"
The mother in charge whispered: "The third lady said she wanted to go to Yang's house. If there are no carriages and horses ready at the door, she will walk there by herself."
The room suddenly became quiet.
There was only the crisp sound of the porcelain clinking as Princess Xian put the tea bowl on the low table.
"Have you told the third lady that we went to invite Mrs. Yang?"
"I told you," said the mother in charge, "I told you, but the third lady refused to listen and insisted on going alone no matter what. What if something went wrong along the way?"
As soon as the steward's mother finished speaking, the second wife immediately stretched out her hand, "Quickly, stop this person back for me, stop him for me."
The steward's mother had already walked out, and was immediately staggered by Mother Xu who rushed in.
Mother Xu was the steward next to the third madam. When she saw the second madam, she rushed over and knelt down, "Madam, please let the third madam go to the Yang family by herself. All the doctors in Beijing are in the Yang family. Only when you go to the Yang family can the third madam have a good life."
A way to survive."
Xu's mother cried with tears all over her face and looked at the Second Madam with anger.
The second wife felt that those eyes were like burning oil, pouring directly on her body.
She just told Princess Xian about the Yang family's mistakes, and now the third lady ran to the Yang family by herself, and this mother Xu said such a thing.
This statement seemed to mean that she was unwilling to invite the Yang family, so she forced the third lady to leave the house desperately.
The second wife's eyes seemed to burst open, "It's not that I didn't invite her, it's that Yang didn't want to come. What can we do? Even if she went over, Yang wouldn't let her in. They would just watch.
in spite of."
"No, no," Xu's mother shook her head desperately, "Grandma Shi is not that kind of person. Many people in Beijing have been cured by Grandma Shi. As long as they come to the door sincerely, Grandma Shi will heal them. You don't know that in Beijing
Everyone here is saying that if you want to survive, go to Baohetang."
"The fifth master came back from Zhuangzi without changing his clothes. It's such a dusty past. I can't say it's a misunderstanding on the part of the Yang family."
"This is the chance for the third lady and the child in her belly to survive."
The second wife was so angry that her eyes turned black.
Mother Xu clearly looked like she didn't care, and kept kowtowing to the ground.
If she doesn't let the third daughter-in-law go to the Yang family, she will be blamed if something goes wrong with the third daughter-in-law, especially since Princess Xian and Princess Xian are also there.
The second old man was furious, "I think you were deceived and said such words, take her down with me," he paused, "Where is the Wen Po you invited? Just look at the third lady like this
Going out? There are more and more no rules."
Mother Xu threw herself on the ground and started to cry.
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Mrs. Wednesday's every step seemed to be walking on a knife's edge, and she was in indescribable pain. Thanks to the support of her two mothers, she could barely take a step forward.
The porter looked at the third lady in shock, wondering whether he should arrange carriages and horses.
Mrs. Wednesday braced herself, "Get the car ready, do you hear me?"
The concierge did not dare to be lazy anymore and hurriedly took out the car and asked someone to help Mrs. Wednesday get into the car. Before the car could move forward, servants were already chasing her out. Mrs. Wednesday's clothes were already wet with sweat. She feebly ordered her mother-in-law,
"Quickly, go to Yang's house."
Go to Yang's house.
Must go to Yang's house.
This is her last chance.
In the past, she hoped that Yang would make mistakes and that Yang's medical skills would be in vain. But now she hopes that Yang will have the medical skills to bring the dead back to life, make her better, and allow her to give birth to the child smoothly.
The person she hated with all her heart has now become her hope.
The carriage just left the alley, but suddenly stopped.
Just as Mrs. Wednesday was about to look out, the steward's voice came from outside the car, "Old Master, please go back. Quickly, take the carriage back."
Go back, let her go back.
Mrs. Wednesday's whole body suddenly became cold.
…
Yang Mo didn't know how long she stood there, or how many hours had passed. This operation was extremely long.
Just because General Fan refused to use penicillin, he gave all the penicillin to Dong Zhao.
General Fan arranged this, and the Fan family was silent at first and then quietly agreed. The thoughts of the Fan family made Yang Mo feel heavy in her heart.
Dong Ji only wanted to blame Dong Zhao.
However, General Fan loved Dong Zhao as much as he did his own son.
This is how different people are.
Zhu Shan and his people worked tirelessly to make the medicine. It was like they were soaking in oil and vinegar for several days, and finally they made two more bottles of penicillin.
Yang Mo looked at the medicine next to her and squeezed her fingers hard to relieve the numbness in her fingers. There might not be the best of both worlds in this world, but she wanted both Dong Zhao and General Fan to survive.
Ji Zizhuan looked at Yang Mo worriedly, "Grandma Ten, please rest first."
Yang Mo shook her head, "The wound must be cleaned in one go." Maggot therapy bought them time, and now is the most critical moment.
"Hemostatic forceps." Yang Mo stretched out her hand.
As soon as the hemostatic forceps were put on, Wei Mao immediately exclaimed, "General Fan is not breathing."
What should I do? What should I do?
General Fan's face was blue and his lips were cyanotic, which was a sign of respiratory arrest.
Before the operation was completed, the person was already...
Everyone seemed to have stopped heartbeating.
After trying so hard for so long, why can't I still be saved?
Wei Mao didn't know what to do, what to do, perform cardiopulmonary first aid or... "Master, what should I do?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Mo.
At all times, they must rely on the Master.
Yang Mo looked at Old General Fan carefully.
The heartbeat is still there, but there is no breathing.
It may be that secretions are blocking the respiratory tract.
"Wei Mao," Yang Mo raised her head, "Quick, as we said before, clear General Fan's respiratory tract, quick..."
Wei Mao didn't think much, he lifted General Fan's chin, pinched General Fan's nose, and immediately lowered his head and sucked it in.
Yang Mo's clothes were already wet with sweat.
Without a sputum suction device, in an emergency the secretions from the patient's throat can only be sucked out mouth-to-mouth.
Everyone looked at Wei Mao.
Wei Mao couldn't remember exactly what he had done. He spat out what was in his mouth, lowered his head and immediately noticed that the bruises on Old General Fan's face slowly faded, and General Fan returned to his original appearance.
Just the blink of an eye.
Life goes and comes back, just for this moment.
Okay, okay, Wei Mao heard his heart beating wildly.
That's good.
He personally brought the patient back from the gate of hell.
"Well done Wei Mao, the patient can breathe only if the airway is smooth."
This is how you have to risk everything to save people.
Yang Mo glanced at Wei Mao and immediately picked up the needle holder again.
…
After coming out of the operating room, Mrs. Dong supported Mrs. Fan and immediately came to greet her.
"How is it?" Old Mrs. Fan's voice was hoarse.
Yang Mo nodded, "We got through the most difficult day." Maggot therapy gave them the opportunity to undergo surgery, and now they have penicillin. It depends on the situation in the next few days.
After hearing the good news, Mrs. Fan's bright eyes suddenly turned red.
She has to hold on when the situation is bad, because she is the backbone of the entire Fan family. She can only cry when she hears good news, because she can finally let go of some of her burdens.
Yang Mo relaxed and seemed to have no strength at all. When she returned to the backyard, she let a few girls change clothes.
"Grandma, Master Shi is back."
There were sounds from outside, and Yang Mo suddenly stood up. Chun He, who was holding a towel beside him, was also stunned.
Zhou Chengling is back, Zhou Chengling is back.
Yang Mo immediately opened the curtain and walked into the yard.
Zhou Chengling, dressed in armor, strode over to greet him.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling in surprise, "Why are you going back to Beijing so soon? It will take a few days."
She had a pretty, plain face, a little more tired than the last time she saw him in the military camp. She was only wearing a pair of aqua blue t-shirts and was looking at him blankly.
"Grandma, shoes, shoes..." the little girl chased her out of the house.
Only then did Yang Mo realize that she had forgotten to pick up her shoes. Just as she was about to turn around to get them, she felt a light hug on her body and her cheek was pressed against the cold armor.
Although the armor was cold, her heart seemed to be hot.
He wanted to give her a surprise when he returned to Beijing like this. When he saw her coming to greet him regardless of the matter, he felt happy and distressed at the same time. He should have known that someone should have sent the message first.
"What's going on?" Zhou Chengling placed Yang Mo on the soft couch and looked at Yang Mo's feet.
The white socks were soaked with blood.
Zhou Chengling frowned and immediately looked at Chunhe, "Quick, go and invite Mr. Ji over."