Chapter 1010: Through the house

Song Lang, Yan Yan, this thing, he really has no right to speak. When he was sixteen years old, his mother arranged two rooms for him. It is the mother's carefully selected beauty, and he is quite old and gentle, and he likes it for a while.
But it was only a while, and then it gradually faded. This time, the genocide, they were not spared.
At this point, he couldn’t remember the appearance of the two rooms.
Song Lang coughed and said: "I go in and see, you are here first."
I will leave it, but I don’t know if she will ask what is more embarrassing.
Just stepped up, Yuan Lao rushed out, toward Bai Yu and Song Lang: "Mr. Dongfang does not look too good, afraid, yes, it is not -"
The white heart suddenly jumped, and the leg rushed in, and the head did not return to Awu Road: "Fast, go to the outside carriage and take my medicine box, fast."
When Awu turned and rushed out, she had stumbled into the room, and Song Lang followed.
The inner room was stinky, and Yuan Lao handed the two sides of the cloth cover. The two men covered their noses, which was better.
Dongfang Mu lay on the bedding, and the body was full of filth. The naked body kept twitching, his eyes rolled white, his mouth snorted, his face was red and purple, like someone caught him. Neck.
Not good, there are foreign objects in the throat, it seems that it is not awkward, if it is, it is impossible to become like this.
Song Lang stepped forward and raised the body of Dongfang Mu, slammed his back and tried to use his internal strength to help him spit out the contents of his throat.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not help the East Mu to clear the foreign body in the throat.
At this time, Bai Hao has taken out the scalpel. At this time, time is life, and one minute and one second cannot be delayed.
Awu has gone to the medicine box, which is already available soon. There is a first-aid cannula in the medicine box. She will now give him a ring-shaped incision. After the breathing is relieved, she will do a conventional tracheotomy. Surgery.
"Let's put it down, I am coming!" She rolled up her sleeves, took the scalpel and walked to the lamppost in the corner of the room. She baked the scalpel on the fire and returned to the front of the East Mu.
Song Lang stared at her and saw her bring the small narrow knife to the neck of Dongfang Mu. She immediately asked: "What are you going to do?"
The blade in the hands of Bai Yu had already cut through the skin of the Eastern Mu, and her head did not lift her head: "He is not breathing well, I will help him. If you are afraid, let it go."
A knife went down and blood poured out.
Song Lang rushed to the side of Yuan Laodao: "I still don't take clean cloth towels."
There is a box in the room, and there is a ready-made cloth towel in the box, which was originally used for bandaging patients who have suffered skin trauma.
The white sputum sucked the blood with a cloth towel, and heard the sound of Awu’s gasp in her ear. Her heart must have shouted: "Awu Ge, hurry up."
A Wu heard her shouts in the courtyard and ran faster. When she rushed, the silver box was placed on her side.
"turn on."
Awu opened up, the things in this box he had seen, every time they were surprised, these things are like not belonging to this world at all.
Today, he was too late to be surprised, his heart was mad, and he looked at the appearance of Mr. Dongfang. He could not imagine the consequences.
The white sputum put down the scalpel, turned back and found the curved vascular clamp from the box to enlarge the wound, and then inserted the tracheal cannula and fixed it.
People in the room are all surprised by what they see in front of them.