Chapter 1009 - Maidservant
Chapter 1009: Maidservant
Song Lang was ashamed. He has no right to speak about this matter. When he was 16 years old, his mother arranged two serving women for him. One of them was a beautiful maid carefully selected by his mother. She was about his age. She was beautiful and gentle. He liked her for a while.
But it was only for a while, and then it gradually faded. These maidservants were not spared from extermination.
After thinking about it at this time, he couldn’t remember the appearance of the two maidservants.
Song Lang coughed dryly and said, “I’ll go in and have a look, you wait here first.”
If he stayed, he didn’t know what more embarrassing words she would say about him.
As soon as he took a step, Old Yuan rushed out and said to Bai Zhi and Song Lang: “Master Dongfang doesn’t look very good. I’m afraid, I’m afraid that he won’t be -”
Bai Zhi’s heart jumped suddenly. She stretched out her leg and rushed in. And without looking back, she said to Zhou Awu: “Quickly, go to the carriage outside and get my medicine box. Be quick.”
Zhou Awu turned and rushed out. Bai Zhi stumbled into the room, while Song Lang followed closely behind.
The inner room smelled so bad, Old Yuan handed over two clothes. After covering their noses and mouths, they felt a little better.
Dongfang Mu lay horizontally on the quilt with filthy things under him. His naked body was constantly twitching, his eyes turned white, and his mouth was opened wide. His face was reddish-purple as if someone pinched his neck.
No, there was a foreign object choking in his throat, which seems to be not sputum. If it was sputum, it is impossible to choke like this.
Song Lang stepped forward, lifted Dongfang Mu’s body, and slapped his back vigorously, trying to help him spit out what was in his throat with his internal strength.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help Dongfang Mu remove the foreign object in his throat.
Bai Zhi had already taken out the scalpel at this time. At this time, life was at stake, she couldn’t delay a minute or a second.
Zhou Awu went out to get the medicine box and he will be here soon. There was a cannula for first aid in the medicine box. She will perform a cricothyrotomy first and then perform a tracheotomy after she stabilized his condition.
“Put him down, I’ll do it!” She rolled up her sleeves, took the scalpel and walked to the lamp in the corner of the room, grilled the scalpel on the fire, and squatted back in front of Dongfang Mu.
Song Lang stared at her and saw that she pushed the small narrow knife to Dongfang Mu’s neck, and immediately asked in shock: “What are you doing?”
The blade in Bai Zhi’s hand has cut through Dongfang Mu’s skin and flesh, so she didn’t lookup. She simply said: “He can’t breathe well. I’ll help him. If you’re afraid, get back.”
With a stab, blood poured out.
Song Lang hurriedly turned to Old Yuan, who was stunned, and said, “Hurry up and get a clean cloth towel.”
There was a box in the room. The box contains ready-made cloth towels, which were originally used for bandaging patients who have suffered skin injuries.
Bai Zhi blocked the blood with a cloth towel but then heard Zhou Awu’s footsteps. She was sure it was him, so she shouted, “Brother Awu, hurry up.”
When Zhou Awu heard her shouting in the courtyard, he ran faster and put the medicine box beside her as soon as get inside.
“Open it.”
Zhou Awu immediately opened it. He had seen the things in this box but he still gets surprised each time. These things seemed to not belong to this world at all.
But today, he didn’t have time to be surprised, his heart was beating wildly. Seeing Dongfang Mu like this, he didn’t dare to imagine the consequences.
Bai Zhi put down the scalpel, turned around, and found the curved vascular forceps from the box to expand the wound, then inserted the endotracheal tube and fixed it.
All the people in the room were surprised by what they saw right before their eyes.