The first person Yue Qiniang looked at after she woke up was Jiang Wu.
The little girl was so scared that her master had come back to life. She was filled with joy and fear at the same time. She couldn't care about anything anymore and threw herself on Yue Qiniang. Jiang Wu almost collapsed and sat on the ground.
"Okay, put her clothes on, and if possible, get the ship to the shore as soon as possible. She still has to go to the hospital to check her health. It seems that she has been rescued now, but she may suffer from symptoms in the future." Jiang Wu wiped.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she almost wanted to just lie down on the ground, but after thinking about it, she gave up.
When she walked to the door, the little girl had already put on Yue Qiniang's clothes.
Yue Qiniang said hoarsely: "Thank you very much, girl."
Jiang Wu put her hand on the door. After enduring it again and again, she still couldn't hold it in any longer. She looked back at Yue Qiniang's eyes which were red due to blood congestion before, "Why are you doing this?"
She pointed at the horrific purple and purple marks on Yue Qiniang's neck: "Do you know these marks may stay with you for the rest of your life?"
So the little girl started crying again. She is a leading actress. If she has this scar on her neck, how will she be able to go on stage in the future?
Yue Qiniang's voice was hoarse and she said: "But I am already a fallen flower..."
Jiang Wu hates this kind of statement the most. Why is it like a dead flower? To put it bluntly, a woman's chastity is just that membrane, and from a medical point of view, this membrane will grow back on its own.
But she had just narrowly escaped death, so it was hard for her to explain it so clearly, and even if it was too clear, others might not understand it - Jiang Wu never expected to change the ancient people's ideas. It was a very stupid act to have such an idea.
No matter what happens, an era cannot be changed. The updating and iteration of culture will take hundreds of years.
Yue Qiniang may die because of many things, but here in Jiang Wu, she doesn't want to see Yue Qiniang die because of this matter.
"Who do you think you are taking advantage of if you die? You can be the leading actress in the Yulou class. You are not only beautiful but also talented. Did you make such a choice just because of a coward hiding behind your back?"
Jiang Wudao.
Yue Qiniang shed tears again and said, "Miss Jiang is not me after all."
Yes, Jiang Wu is not her. Jiang Wu has had a smooth life since she was a child. She seems to be born with a buff that is appreciated by others, but everyone only sees Jiang Wu's infinite beauty. Whether it is ancient or modern, she is better than others.
She looks very beautiful in her eyes. Even in ancient times, when being a widower was considered a lowly status, she could still rely on Fu Heng as her great supporter.
Seeing that Yue Qiniang's eyes were still filled with despair, Jiang Wu simply sat cross-legged next to her: "We are all women, I know what you are thinking."
Yue Qiniang looked at her, with neither sadness nor joy in her eyes.
Jiang Wu did not directly say that it was wrong for her to commit suicide. She suddenly talked about her own affairs: "When I first met the adults, I almost got beheaded."
"At that time, I was knocked unconscious at night. When I woke up, there were corpses next to me. I was a weak woman. No one around me could testify for me. Everyone thought I was the murderer. I still remember that the prison was dark and cold.
, almost died there."
"Later, I tried my best to show off my housekeeping skills, so that the adults showed some appreciation for my talents, and I accidentally stayed in Beizhen Fusi... Does Miss Yue think I look quite majestic?
But to this day, others have never stopped criticizing me."
She tilted her head and smiled, "Did Miss Yue also think that I was Master Fu's roommate?"
Yue Qiniang's pretty face turned red when her little thought was revealed.
Jiang Wu said: "It's not surprising. People outside said that I am a woman, how can I be a widower? When I was a child, I enrolled in forensic medicine. I mean, when I learned the art of autopsy, everyone was against me. But it turns out that
, women can also do very well."
"Miss Yue, you are the most beautiful actress on stage. It doesn't matter what people outside think of you. What matters is how you think of yourself."
After saying this, Jiang Wu stood up and walked out without stopping.
She could understand Yue Qiniang, but she was destined not to agree with her.
Outside the house, Jiang Wu smiled lightly at Fu Heng: "I'm rescued."
The onlookers were a little shocked. Who is this girl? She can actually bring people back to life? When Yue Qiniang was first discovered, her pulse was felt, but she couldn't feel it. How could she still be alive?
Everyone was suspicious until they vaguely heard Yue Qiniang coughing in the room, and then they believed it with uncertainty.
The fact that Yue Qiniang was actually rescued again caused a lot of discussion, but it had nothing to do with Jiang Wu. She was so tired that she just wanted to go upstairs and take a nap.
As a result, she had just taken two steps when her arm was grabbed by another person. She turned around and saw that it was the young man named Fusheng. "Is something wrong?" She raised her arm.
Fusheng knew he was being rude, so he quickly put it down, with a little hope in his eyes: "Have you really been rescued?"
Jiang Wu nodded.
Fusheng's face showed a little joy, and he took a long breath, "It will be good if I can be rescued, it will be good if I can be rescued."
Speaking of this, it was a bit strange... Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "The two young brothers just said that you know some medical skills, so you also performed the examination on Yue Qiniang after she hanged herself? When did you do it?
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Logically speaking, even if there was no cardiopulmonary resuscitation in ancient times, but Fusheng came earlier than her, did Yue Qiniang have no pulse at that time? And Jiang Wu clearly remembered that in ancient times, there was also a first aid for suicide, and ordinary people did not know how to show mercy.
It's understandable that Fu Sheng said that he had studied medicine, wouldn't he know?
Fusheng pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, I did the examination on Qiniang. In fact, it just felt the pulse. At that time, the pulse and heartbeat had stopped, so I said it was hopeless."
Jiang Wu raised his chin slightly: "Sir, have you never learned first aid?"
Fusheng said "Ah?" in confusion.
Jiang Wu looked coldly and recalled what he had read: "The method of treatment is to hold the person down first, then slowly remove the rope, and then massage the chest with his hands. If there is air coming out of the mouth and there is a slight breath, that is
Take two or three coins of good cinnamon heart, decoct it and pour it into the soup."
After she finished reading, she added: "I see that sir is very young, and the few people just now have so much trust in you, how could you rashly decide to give up rescuing just by listening to the pulse? If I were not here, would Yue Qiniang be there?"
Are you ready to be buried?"
She was a little angry that a half-hearted doctor dared to decide other people's life and death like this.
Fusheng shivered and said: "The young boy is not good at studying..."
Jiang Wu looked him over and said with a smile, "Are you sure? I don't think so."