Chapter 87： Shelter her from wind and rain!

The soft body instantly fell into his firm arms.

The waist was held vigorously and shackled tightly. At that moment, letting all the gusts roar, it seemed that it didn't matter.

The wind was full of sand, and he embraced her in his arms, his generous and sturdy body blocked everything for her.

Wen Xian's consciousness became illusory and shallow. She only seemed to feel that she had a certain hallucination, with a familiar figure and a familiar breath.

For a moment, all the cold and wind around him seemed to have disappeared, the whole person was surrounded by warmth, and the world was quiet.

Finally, she was plunged into the warm darkness.

The man directly lifted her unconscious and swiftly walked into the car.

Sangnian quickly got down and opened the back door to let her lie in it better.

When Wen Xian was in a coma, she coughed from time to time, and even coughed up a pink blood foam.

Lu Xiao's face changed suddenly, and he immediately told Sangnian, "Bring the oxygen cylinder and the medicine kit."

Sang Nian had already prepared something, and quickly took the oxygen cylinder and handed it to him.

When they come out, they must bring rescue supplies, especially medical supplies and oxygen cylinders.

Lu Xiao put Wen Xian in the car, but did not let her lie down, but observed her condition and made her lean on the back seat.

"Sangnian, hurry up, come up and hold her from over there, let her breathe with an oxygen cylinder first."

While talking, Lu Xiao quickly got out of the car to the trunk, and when he came back, he held a pack of disposable medical catheters in his hand.

Operating neatly under his hands, he humidified a clean mask with alcohol to absorb oxygen, then connected the oxygen cylinder with a catheter, and finally inserted the tiny tube into her nose.

The situation is worse than he thought.

"Boss, what's the situation with Sister Xian? It seems to me that altitude sickness caused some other complications." Sang Nian said nervously.

Lu Xiao's voice was deep and terrifying: "It is pulmonary edema caused by altitude sickness."

Speaking of this, he stared at Wen Xian's pale and cyanotic face, and then said, "Give me a morphine."

She is severely hypoxic and has water in her lungs. Now using alcohol to inhale oxygen will increase the gas exchange area and make her recover faster. Injecting morphine will also inhibit her respiratory center, improve her breathing environment, and reduce her thoracic negative pressure. .

And the calming effect.

Sangnian took out a morphine and individually packaged injections and handed them to him.

Lu Xiao pulled the morphine into the needle a little bit, and finally pushed out the excess gas, and quickly rolled up her sleeves, revealing the thin white arm, with a faint green vein emerging from it.

When Lu Xiao rolled up her sleeves, he didn't know what he saw, and his movements stiffened slightly.

But then, he continued the action in his hand.

The needle was aimed at her vein and pierced, and the morphine slowly flowed into her body along the needle.

Lu Xiao's gaze locked her face for fear that she might cause other complications.

When all this was done, Wen Xian's expression had obviously improved, his head was leaning against the car window, his lips moved slightly, and the coma seemed to be muttering something.

One after another...

The voice was too weak.

Lu Xiao condensed his eyebrows and lowered his head to listen.

She suddenly grabbed his big hand, little by little, and finally seemed to have exhausted all her strength, almost paranoid, clasped tightly like stubbornness, and moved her lips lightly:

"Lu Xiao..."

The man's body suddenly stiffened, listening to his name overflowing from her lips and teeth.

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