Repeated over and over again, but without any effect.
Feng Qingchen wanted to give up this stupidest method and directly perform anesthesia, then use a scalpel to open the throat and take out the foreign body.
Feng Qingchen understood very well that this young man's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker. If the foreign body could not be removed in time, he would have to undergo surgery as soon as possible, otherwise he would really become dead.
Should I propose surgery or insist on it?
Two thoughts kept swirling in Feng Qingchen's mind. Feng Qingchen repeated the previous actions while thinking about how to persuade Su Wenqing.
But just when she was about to talk to Su Wenqing about the surgery, Dongling Ziluo's contemptuous eyes flashed in her mind, and the Nine Emperors Uncle Donglingjiu treated her like a germ after throwing his clothes to her.
, not daring to get close to the figure that was leaving quickly.
Feng Qingchen suppressed this thought and continued to repeat the artificial respiration, but the force was much stronger than before...
one time!
Twice!
Three times...
Feng Qingchen's face showed an abnormal blush, and behind him came the disappointed sighs of the officials.
At the same moment, Xiling Tianlei, who was on the roof, also shook his head in disappointment, shrugged his shoulders angrily, and disappeared with a jump.
He was very busy and had no time to look at this woman all the time.
Feng Qingchen is nothing more than that.
I originally thought you were an interesting person, and I even thought about marrying you as my concubine. I didn’t expect you to be of such a low level, it’s really a waste of my time.
Xiling Tianlei left, and of course the men in black and silver faces who followed him couldn't stay for long, so they left one after the other.
And they missed it!
With a sound of "Boom...", Feng Qingchen finally sucked out a white bead from the mouth of the "corpse" and spit it at Su Wenqing's feet.
"This..." Su Wenqing looked at the bead at his feet, and for a moment he couldn't believe what he saw.
Feng Qingchen explained without any emotion at this time: "Keep this bead yourself. I don't know what it is, but I am sure that this bead is stuck in your brother's throat, causing him to slowly suffocate to death."
, but it looks like a natural death.”
Feng Qingchen looked at the young man's calm face and was very puzzled.
Under normal circumstances, people who suffocate to death will have ugly and ferocious expressions on their faces, but not this boy.
It can be seen that the bead is really not ordinary.
However, these have nothing to do with her.
There are many various killing methods in the wealthy compound. She only saves people and does not participate in any of these things.
After spitting out the beads, Feng Qingchen continued the subsequent rescue operations without stopping.
This time, artificial respiration was really performed on the boy. The boy's breathing was very weak. If the rescue was not done in time, the beads would have been taken out in vain.
"Feng Qing...Miss Feng, my brother..." Su Wenqing came back to his senses, looked at Feng Qingchen's back, and asked in a low voice.
At this time, Feng Qingchen was his only hope.
When he saw the bead spit out, he believed that Feng Qingchen had the ability to save his brother.
Feng Qingchen understood the urgency of the patient's family, so he took a break and turned his back to Su Wenqing and said: "The patient's temperature, pulse, respiration, and blood pressure are all lower than normal. I will do my best, please stay quiet."
After speaking, Feng Qingchen continued to devote himself to saving people, treating all the people behind him as nothing, and only focused on the patients behind him.
However, the opponent had been suffocated for too long. Although there were still signs of life, they were extremely weak. Feng Qingchen's emergency measures had no effect at all. The boy still lay there, motionless.
Feng Qingchen listened to the boy's heartbeat gradually getting weaker and weaker, and already had the intention of giving up.
She could be sure that the other party was not poisoned, and there was nothing she could do.
Her medical kit can diagnose the other party's condition and is also equipped with related surgical equipment, but it is limited to scalpels, bandages and the like. It is impossible to equip such things as a cardiopulmonary resuscitation machine, but this young man is not equipped with it.
A cardiopulmonary resuscitation machine is needed.
Feng Qingchen weakly let go of his hand and turned to look at Su Wenqing. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Su Wenqing's expectant and desperate eyes. His clear eyes were filled with mist, and his silent pleading was very obvious.
Before Feng Qingchen could speak, Su Wenqing said first: "Miss Feng, please save my brother. If you need me to kneel down, I will kneel down now. I will kneel down to apologize to you. Please save him. He is
My only relative."
Su Wenqing was about to kneel down, but Feng Qingchen quickly stretched out his hand to stop Su Wenqing:
"Master Su, please don't be like this. I can understand your mood and I will do my best to save your brother."
She has seen many family members of patients like Su Wenqing.
Before going to the battlefield, she worked in a military hospital. Everyone who could enter the military hospital had a high position and cherished their lives. The family members of the patients were even more arrogant. She, a young female military doctor, had no idea at all.
I don't trust her, so I use her as a caregiver most of the time.
Doctors, in the minds of most people, are older and more trustworthy.
After all, practice and experience are very important in this industry, and only age can accumulate practice and experience. Even if her medical skills are concerned, because of her age, she has never been reused. It was not until she asked herself to go to the front line that she had the opportunity to touch a scalpel.
Su Wenqing insisted on kneeling down, but Feng Qingchen refused to let him kneel down.
In her last life, she had dealt with many second-generation officials, and Feng Qingchen knew very well that these people's faces were more important than their inner qualities.
Su Wenqing knelt down here today. Even if she saved his brother, there would be no good fruits for her in the future.
Feng Qingchen secretly used his strength to help Su Wenqing up. From the standpoint of a doctor, Feng Qingchen said sincerely:
"Mr. Su, whether you kneel or not is just a joke. It's because Qingchen is afraid of Mr. Su that you don't believe Qingchen. Since Mr. Su believes in Qingchen, Mr. Su doesn't have to take the previous joke seriously.
Please (5) Mr. Su, rest assured that I will do my best to save your brother. Meeting him here must be considered a kind of fate."
Feng Qingchen said, half comforting and half self-deprecating.
I wanted to tell Su Wenqing to give up, but when my words came to my lips, it turned out like this.
Now that things have come to this point, she can only try the stupidest method to see if it works. If it doesn't work, she will pay for it with her own life.
Su Wenqing stood up and held Feng Qingchen's hands tightly: "Miss Feng, please save my brother. As long as you save my brother, you will be the benefactor of my Su family..."
"Don't worry, I will try my best." Feng Qingchen withdrew his hand without leaving a trace.
It's not because of any difference between men and women, but because as a surgeon, her hands are more precious than those of a pianist, and there is no room for damage.
She will not give her hands to someone she doesn't trust.