Chapter 213

As soon as Mo Ming needle heard the metaphor, he wanted to give the needle. He didn't give up such a good chance to feast his eyes. He yelled at other doctors and nurses, "don't open the door and window quickly. Don't worry. It's none of your business. I don't want the doctor's fee of the Su family."

He said so, and the others rushed to open all the doors and windows.

All of a sudden, the air in the room is ventilated and fresh, and people feel comfortable in it.

In the eyes of Yu se, only the old man is alone.

He reached out and untied the old man's pajamas.

Suddenly, the old man's chest was exposed.

But if you don't look carefully, you can't see the ups and downs of your chest.

It's really about the feeling of swallowing.

The speed of color matching is very fast.

When I came back from the balcony door, I had already opened my messenger bag.

She also took out a package of silver needles.

Then, slightly squint eyes, picked up a needle.

Over there, Mo Mingzhen is already staring round eyes, for fear of missing each needle like, staring at the metaphorical hand.

The color of the needle is compared.

One shot.

Two needles.

Three needles.

……

More than 30 stitches went down, more than 10 needles were dense, all of which were punctured on a acupoint in the chest.

In addition, more than ten needles were all stuck on the top of the old man's head.

Her eyes are dignified as she goes down through her hair.

Because the hair is a little bit of her way to stop the needle.

Fortunately, this is not the first time she has given a needle, and she has the experience of the last time. Therefore, this time, she did not shake her hands at all, and the whole process was extremely fast and firmly dropped one silver needle.

She gave the needle, and the others, who had shaken their heads and thought that the old man was going to die, all stopped magically at the moment when she used the needle and was directly attracted by the metaphor.

However, they all retreated to the side in front of the door to ensure the ventilation required by the metaphor.

Then, they looked at it and unconsciously believed in metaphor.

Because the technique of using metaphor to make needles is no worse than that of Mo Ming.

When Yu se finished the last needle, and then stood in front of the bed with a long sigh of relief, all the people still dare not come out.

Because, at this time on the instrument, the old man's ECG has to return to zero.

That's the point where you're going to stop breathing.

Sumu river covered his eyes and did not dare to look again.

She had been rescued several times, so she had seen the machine.

I also know what the lines and numbers above mean.

This time, it's more dangerous than ever before.

It's over.

She's in trouble.

If she did not bring metaphor, even if the old man did not breathe, at most, it would be invalid treatment and death. But she brought metaphor. If the old father really left, it would be her responsibility more or less.

Outside the door, all the people of the Su family came up.

Dozens of people, old and young, surrounded the corridor outside.

Sumuxi even imagined that he was about to be blamed by his family.

At this time, listen to inexplicable really excited cry: "electrocardiogram moved, really moved."

He was excited, but the metaphor was still dignified. "Doctor Mo, don't be too happy too early. Can you let everyone outside get out of the way? The air in this room is not very good."

"Well, well, I'll drive them away myself." Mo Mingzhen said, really action up, "all get out of the way, do not leave people in front of the door, do not block the flow of the wind, and also, to open the doors and windows of the whole villa, otherwise the air in the corridor is not fresh."

His voice, together with the old man's ECG that he called before, moved, all the talents responded, and then all went to rush to open the doors and windows of the villa.

All the rooms were opened.

Every floor, every room.

There are many people and great strength. In just a few minutes, the air in the villa will circulate and become more and more fresh.

Metaphor is still standing in front of the bed, still looking at the old man coldly.

The old man has not passed through the most dangerous time, she can not have any to take lightly.

The doctor on the side of the door has been watching this scene. If it is not for seeing it with his own eyes, he can't believe that it is the metaphor that has changed everything that was just dead.

But suddenly, the ECG will return to zero again, "not good."

It's not the electrocardiogram, but the long needle.

She has found out that it is wrong.

Reach out a little, point on the old man's chest silver needle side of another hole, and then fingertips force.The doctor who called "no good" immediately exclaimed: "it moved, it really moved."

Then he looked up at the old man's infusion and said, "change the liquid and add it again."

"What medicine? Tell me, girl Inexplicably or a face of worship at metaphor.

"There is no need to change the medicine. Just change the glucose into normal saline and mix the medicine." So the metaphor said.

"Change quickly. What are you doing?" Mo Ming looked at the nurse motionless, eager to rush past one by one.

Little nurse this just sober up, hurried to add medicine again, two minutes later, infusion changed.

From glucose to normal saline, the color metaphor is really the simplest change, but just a few minutes later, the machine that was still ringing continuously and constantly alarming seemed to be enchanted, and the sound gradually returned to normal.

People inside and outside the house, at this time, have been using inexplicable worship eyes to see metaphor.

It's incredible.

The girl from entering the bedroom to now, also about 20 minutes time, but now, the old man has a breath, and the face has been slightly better.

"Girl, tell your uncle, is your grandfather OK? Has it been rescued? " Su Yuan watched the indicators on the machine return to normal, excitedly asked about metaphor.

Even if there are other doctors and nurses at the scene, he now only believes in metaphor.

He had already thrown the words that he didn't want to be uncle Yu se, and didn't want Yu se to be his grandfather.

Yu se nodded, "well, it's OK for the time being, but it's not out of danger. Has the old man been sick for several years?"

"Five Five years. "

"Well, I'll wake up tomorrow afternoon."

"Will you wake up tomorrow afternoon?" Su Yuan's eyes are bright, so are others.

"Yes, I'm a little thirsty, godmother. I want a drink." At this time, she found that she was a little tired. Her attention was so focused that she would relax at once. Her mouth was dry.