Chapter 1689

"Please wait a moment."

Duan Muya looked around from the toilet side and stopped the people carrying the patient.

Among them were doctors, subordinates of messengers, and the families of patients.

Duanmu yawang didn't know the patient and naturally didn't know who was the patient's family. However, there was a woman, a middle-aged man and a 12-year-old boy. His face was pale, pathetic and heartbroken.

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

Everyone was surprised that Duanmu yawang caught up, especially the doctor in charge of treating the patient. He looked at Duanmu yawang with suspicious eyes.

Obviously, he also knew Duanmu yawang's name and identity. He stared at Duanmu yawang and asked, "Miss Duanmu, what are you doing?"

"Did the patient swallow his breath?"

The doctor pursed his lips and shook his head: "there should be one breath left."

"One breath left?" duanmuya looked up and raised her eyebrows. "Hanging with medicine?"

"No." the doctor still seriously answered Duanmu yawang's words, hesitated and added: "the patient is depressed, but he still doesn't want to swallow his breath and is struggling."

"I see."

Duanmu yawang nodded and went over to have a look. The patient's lips were blue and purple, his face was blank, his eyes were closed, and he could hardly feel any ups and downs in his chest. He felt like a dead man. He really only had one breath to hang in his heart. He was struggling hard to make his face so distorted

How can a person who lives so hard be a person who is so angry that he bleeds?

This man should cherish his life very much.

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

Duanmu yawang let them see. He lowered his head and stared at the position of the seven holes in the patient's face. Then he stretched out his hand to explore at the wing of his nose. After exploring, he stretched out his fingers and pressed on the patient's neck.

Then he touched the patient's heart again.

Warm.

But no beat.

The patient's family members noticed her action and were stunned, "what are you..."

"Mother! I remember!"

The 12-year-old boy stared at Duanmu yawang eagerly, but pulled one of the woman's arms and said shivering with tension: "this is Miss Duanmu! Do you remember that the person with black hair and black eyes mentioned by everyone recently has excellent medical skills!"

"Ah!"

After the first mock exam, the woman obviously thought of it. The bottom of his eyes burst out with a desire to catch up with the sleeves of the Duan Ya Ya's cries. He cried and cried, "Miss Duan, please, please, please, my husband, he is not a narrow-minded man. He is generous and loving for children. He can pity the ladies for being nice to everyone around him. He can't die like this!"

The woman had great strength. Duanmu yawang was dragged by her and her wrist hurt, but it was hard to say. The young man was careful, but he noticed it. He grabbed his mother's hand and said timidly, "Mom, you hurt Miss Duanmu."

Afraid of offending Duanmu yawang, the woman hurriedly released her hand, "yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, Miss Duanmu, you..."

"No problem."

The other party is already uncomfortable enough. In addition, the time is tight. It is estimated that this round of struggle will soon end. She doesn't have so much time to argue with others. She shook her head and said, "your fish don't have that kind of spiritual water with high purity?"

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

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "yes, I just collected a small bottle before."

"Go and get it. The patient's muscles and veins are blocked. It's easy to be cold and stiff. Get the spirit water as soon as possible and let him drink it. It can take some time."

"OK."

The middle-aged man answered and said, "sister-in-law, you and Xiaowen keep the second brother. I'll go back."

"Thank you, big brother." Lingshui is rare. It's not so easy to collect. Such a small bottle is also valuable. Big brother has treasured it for several years.

"If anything, I'll go first." when the man said, he left in a hurry.

Duanmu Ya looked at them with such deep feelings and feelings.

Yin Huiyin in the medical system took a look at the Linghu lake on one side, "Lingshui, there are many here."

Duanmu yawang was very angry: "I know a lot, but can I take out so many eyes?"

"Yes."

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

"Of course, if we can give the patient a drink now, it would be much better for him to take medicine."

After talking to Yin Huiyin, she took out two bottles of medicine from her chest, poured out two heavy color pills from them, handed them to the woman and said, "he has only one breath left now. It should be difficult to feed the medicine. If you want him to live, you should find a way to let him swallow the medicine quickly anyway."

"OK."

The family members simply don't ask whether medicine is useful or not. Now, in this situation, dead horses can be living horse doctors. Now there is a little hope, and they are unwilling to give up.

"Take the medicine."

Duanmu yawang reached out and handed the medicine.

The woman quickly took the medicine and forgot to thank him. The young man blushed and said thank you gratefully.

Duanmu yawang shook his head.

When the woman takes the medicine, she will feed it to the patient's mouth.

But the patient's mouth was as hard as a rock, and she couldn't pry it open at all. She was so anxious that her face turned red. She stamped her feet and cried: "husband, you take medicine. Do you really want to leave our mother and son and go by yourself? You have no conscience, I..."

Duanmuya couldn't see it, and said to the subordinate of the messenger carrying the patient: "put the person down, grab the patient's jaw and open the patient's mouth."

Several people looked at each other.

They are subordinates of messengers and always listen to messengers. Generally, contestants should give them three thin faces. They are polite to them. Few contestants dare to command them, let alone an outsider.

Several people showed displeasure.

The doctor's face was also average.

They were used to being flattered. Duanmu yawang's words were mild and had no command tone, but in their opinion, they were almost like commands.

Duanmu yawang pursed his lips: "everyone, saving one life is better than building a seven level floating slaughter. Besides, it's just a small thing..."

"I, I'll..."

Young red eyes, whispered: "my strength is also OK."

Duanmu Ya glanced at the boy's thin arms and legs. Her eyebrows screwed up and she was too lazy to be wordy. She stepped forward herself, pinched some aura in her hand, pointed her fingertips, and pressed twice with aura at the patient's chin.

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

The patient's mouth opened in an arc.