"Please wait a moment, everyone."

After Duanmu Yawang walked around from the side of the toilet, he happened to stop everyone carrying the patient.

Among the crowd, there are healers, subordinates of messengers, and families of patients.

Duanmuya did not know the patient, and naturally did not know who the patient’s family was. However, there was a woman, a middle-aged man, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. His face was pale and sad, heartbroken. appearance.

At first glance, we know that we have a close relationship with the patient.

Everyone was a little surprised when Duanmu Yawang caught up, especially the doctor who was in charge of treating patients. He looked at Duanmu Yawang with suspicious eyes.

He obviously also knew the name and identity of Duanmu Yawang, staring at Duanmu Yawang and asked: "Miss Duanmu, are you okay?"

"Did the patient breathe?"

The doctor pursed his lips and shook his head: "There should be a breath left."

"Is there a breath left?" Duanmu Ya looked up and raised her eyebrows, "Dangling with drugs?"

"No." The doctor still answered Duanmu Yawang's words seriously, hesitated, and added: "The patient is depressed, but he still doesn't want to breathe, and is struggling."

"Understood."

Duanmu Yawang nodded and walked over to take a look. The patient’s lips were blue, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her chest could hardly feel any ups and downs. It seemed like a dead person, she really only had one breath left in her heart. I'm struggling to make my face distorted like this

How could a person who has worked so hard to live a life that he was so angry that he bleeds?

This person should cherish his life extremely.

The patient's family had never seen Duanmu Yawang. When they saw her coming out, they were stunned because of her hair color and stared at her blankly.

Duanmu Yawang allowed them to watch. She lowered her head and stared at the seven holes on the patient's face, and then stretched out her hand to explore the alar of his nose. After probing, she stretched out her fingers and pressed the patient's neck.

After pressing, he touched the patient's heart again.

Warm.

But there is no beating.

The patient's family noticed her movements and was taken aback again, "You are..."

"Mother! I remember!"

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy stared at Duanmu Yawang eagerly, but he pulled one of the woman’s arms, and said nervously: "This is Miss Duanmu! Do you remember the black hair that everyone mentioned recently? Eyes, superb medical skills!"

"what!"

After the young man mentioned this, the woman obviously remembered it, her eyes burst with hope, and she walked over and grabbed Duanmu Yawang's sleeves, crying and begging: "Miss Duanmu, please save me. Husband, he is not a narrow-minded person. He has always been generous, loving children and pitying women and treating everyone around him. He can't just die like this!"

The woman is very energetic, and Duanmu Yawang was hurt by her wrists, but it’s hard to say anything. The young man was careful, but he noticed it, grabbed his mother’s hand, and timidly said: "Mother, you are hurting Miss Duanmu. ."

Afraid of offending Duanmu Yawang, the woman hurriedly let go of her hand, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, Miss Duanmu, you..."

"Nothing."

The other party is already uncomfortable enough, coupled with the tight time, this round of fighting is expected to end soon. She doesn't have so much time to care about others, she shook her head and said: "You fish don't have that kind of high purity. Spirit water?"

The woman shook her head subconsciously, remembering something, and then looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "Yes, I just collected a vial just before."

"Go and get it, the muscles and veins on the patient's body are blocked. If this goes on, the body will become cold and stiff. Get the spiritual water as soon as possible and let him drink it, and it will take some time."

"good."

The middle-aged man answered, and the woman said, "Brother and sister, you and Xiaowen are guarding your second brother, and I will return as soon as I go."

"Thank you elder brother." Lingshui is already rare, and it is not so easy to collect, so a small bottle is also invaluable, eldest brother has treasured it for several years.

"Well, I'll go first." When the man said, he stalked and hurriedly left.

Duanmu Yawang looked at them with such deep affection and righteousness, but she was a little bit emotional.

Yin Huiyin in the medical system glanced at Linghu on one side, "Lingshui, there are a lot of them here."

Duanmu Yawang was very angry: "I know a lot, but with so many eyes, can I take it out of it?"

"Too."

Yin Huiyin nodded, and asked her: "If you can't drink it in time, will it have any effect?"

"Of course it will. If it can be given to the patient now, it would be much better for him to take medicine."

After talking with Yin Huiyin, she took out two bottles of medicine from her chest, poured two heavy-colored pills from the inside, and handed them to the woman, saying: "He only has one breath now. The medicine should be difficult to feed. Go on, if you want him to live, you can find a way, no matter what, let him swallow the medicine as soon as possible."

"good."

The family members don't even ask if the medicine is useful. Now that the dead horse can be a living horse doctor, there is only a little hope, and they are not willing to give up.

"Take the medicine."

Duanmu Yawang stretched out her hand and passed the medicine over.

The woman hurriedly took the medicine, but she forgot to thank her, but the young man blushed and said thank you gratefully.

Duanmu Yawang shook his head.

The woman took the medicine and fed it to the patient's mouth.

But the patient’s mouth was as hard as a rock and couldn’t be opened at all. She flushed with anxiety, and stomped her feet while crying: "Husband, take medicine, do you really want to leave our mother and son, go by yourself, you have no conscience Yes, I..."

Duanmuya couldn't see clearly, and said to the subordinate of the messenger who was carrying the patient: "Put the person down, you grab the patient's jaw and open the patient's mouth."

Several people looked at each other.

They are the subordinates of the messenger and have always obeyed the messenger. Generally, contestants have to give them three points and be polite to them. Few contestants dare to order them, let alone an outsider.

Several people were unhappy.

The doctor's complexion is also average.

They were accustomed to being pleased. Although Duanmu Yawang's words were gentle and did not have any commanding tone, in their opinion, they were similar to commands.

Duanmu Yawang pursed her lips: "Everyone, saving one's life is better than building a seventh-level buddha. Besides, this is just a small matter..."

"I, I'll..."

The boy had red eyes and said softly: "My strength is okay."

Duan Muya glanced at the young man with thin arms and legs, her eyebrows were raised, and she was too lazy to be wordy. She stepped forward, pinched a part of the spiritual energy in her hand, a little bit with her fingertips, and pressed her spiritual force on the patient's chin. Two clicks.

Then, she grabbed the patient's jaw and pinched it hard.

The patient's mouth opened an arc.