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The old man finished a bowl of soup and broke out in a cold sweat. He picked up the napkin on the table and wiped it away. Then, he stood up and chatted with the boss, "This soup is so delicious. What secret is there?"

The boss purposely lowered his voice and pretended that he was not a humane person. "The secret of this soup is to pour in the diluted sesame paste when you want to boil the soup. Then, the fragrance of the sesame paste will blend with the soup's fresh flavor."

The owner wanted to say something, but the old man's expression suddenly changed. He touched his neck as if he had eaten something unclean.

He stopped his boss. "Is there any clinic nearby?"

"Two more streets ahead."

The owner pointed it out to him. "There's a new clinic there."

Without waiting for the boss to finish speaking, the old man turned around and left, as if he was running for his life.

In Wu Dong's clinic, Xiao Wen was the first to wake up. She got off the bed and walked downstairs sleepily, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she called out, "Uncle, Uncle!"

There was no response from downstairs. She walked into the sofa and saw that the pillow and the sheets were still on the sofa, but Wu Dong's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Wen scratched his head, then turned around to pull the roller shutter.

The rolling gate slowly rose up and light shone in from the outside.

The warm sunlight caused Little Wen to stretch her waist.

She was still enjoying this moment of peace when a white-haired old man stumbled in.

He stuck out his tongue and chuckled, unable to make out a complete sentence.

Xiao Wen was startled. "Uncle, who are you looking for?"

The old man pointed at the sign outside the clinic, then pointed at himself.

Xiao Wen understood. "Old man, are you looking for a doctor? We haven't opened our doors yet, so why don't you take a look at the front! "

The old man was both angry and anxious as he pointed at himself and shouted.

"Your tongue hurts?"

Xiao Wen shrugged. "Then there's nothing I can do."

The old man let out two groans. Suddenly, his eyes rolled over as he fell to the ground.

Xiao Wen screamed in fear, while Li Ziruo was tidying up the bed upstairs, he heard the scream first.

He quickly walked down the stairs and saw Xiao Wen shouting and clenching his fists. An old man was lying motionless on the ground.

"He's dead! He's dead! "

Xiao Wen slipped into Li Ziruo's embrace, pointed at the old man, and said: "It's none of my business, he died when he walked in."

She spoke incoherently, talking nonstop and nonstop.

Li Ziruo looked at the old man who had collapsed on the ground, and became flustered for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Xue combed her hair and walked downstairs as if she didn't hear Xiao Wen's call.

He was neither in a hurry nor too slow. As he was tidying up his hair, he kept his tired eyes open.

As if discovering a shocking secret, Xiao Wen pointed to the old man on the ground and said to Jiang Xue: "Look, there's a dead man here."

Jiang Xue was much more clear-headed now. She threw down the comb and quickly walked to the old man, then squatted down.

She first checked the pulse on the old man's neck, then checked his nose, turned her head and said to Xiao Wen and Li Ziruo: "He's not breathing."

The three girls in the clinic had different expressions facing the old man whose life and death were unknown. Xiao Wen had a face full of fear, but when Li Ziruo wanted to call for help, only Jiang Xue frowned.

Jiang Xue turned the old man over, made him face upwards, and then lay on his chest while listening.

The old man's lips were purple, and his face was purple as if he was suffocating.

Jiang Xue shouted: "If you have any medicine in the clinic, hurry up and take them out."

Li Ziruo placed Xiao Wen on the phone while he went to look through the clinic's shelves: "There is only the iodine gauze!"

Jiang Xue pressed onto the old man's chest, then opened up the old man's eyes to take a look.

Then she held the old man's mouth down for artificial respiration, but the air she blew down was in the old man's throat.

Jiang Xue already had a general understanding of the old man's condition. The old man was a typical allergic reaction, his throat was swollen and his trachea was blocked. If he couldn't get rid of it quickly, he would suffocate to death.

"The ambulance will be here soon."

Xiao Wen said as he held his phone.

However, the clinic that Wu Dong was sitting at was not too far off, and if it was convenient, the old man would probably not be able to wait for the ambulance.

"Bring the iodine."

Jiang Xue waved towards Li Ziruo without turning her head back.

Li Ziruo quickly handed over the gauze and the iodine.

Jiang Xue then said to Xiao Wen, "Find out if there is a wallpaper knife."

Xiao Wen threw down his phone, turned around, and went upstairs to look.

Jiang Xue called for Li Ziruo's help to cover the old man's back and neck.

Jiang Xue felt the old man's pulse again.

The old man's body was not bad, and his heart was beating vigorously. However, at this moment, his heart was beating chaotically due to the lack of oxygen.

His face gradually paled as Jiang Xue pressed both of his hands on his chest, pressing down hard.

The old man did not react at all. Jiang Xue wiped the sweat off her forehead, and leaned on the old man's chest as he listened to his heartbeat.

Too late!

Jiang Xue called out to Li Ziruo: "Quick, help me find one! As long as it's something with a blade. "

Li Ziruo quickly stood up and started rummaging around.

Xiao Wen ran downstairs, "We didn't find it!"

Li Ziruo took out a wallpaper knife from the box at the corner, it was a tool used for decoration.

Before Jiang Xue could receive it, she shouted, "Disinfection!"

Xiao Wen became well-behaved and took out a bottle of white wine, pouring it onto the wallpaper knife.

Jiang Xue took out the iodine and wiped it on the old man's neck. Then, she handed the wallpaper knife to her.

Jiang Xue called Xiao Wen and Li Ziruo to help the old man up and hugged him, then did a gesture that made Xiao Wen and Li Ziruo speechless.

She placed the knife against the old man's neck and slowly slit it open.

Blood flowed out from the wound, and Xiao Wen almost fainted when she saw it.

Li Ziruo also closed her eyes. She knew that Jiang Xue was a doctor, so she had his reasons for doing this.

Jiang Xue's hand was as steady as Mt. Tai as she slowly cut open the old man's throat, avoided his blood vessels and cut open his windpipe.

Jiang Xue carefully removed the wound on the old man's throat. The wound was like a small mouth that was covered in blood, slowly opening up a small gap.

A current of air slowly entered the old man's constricted lungs, filling his alveoli and beginning to contract rhythmically.

The old man's face gradually recovered, and his heart began to beat in a regular pattern.

The ambulance arrived late, and when they arrived at the clinic, they saw Xiao Wen and Li Ziruo hugging the old man tightly with their eyes shut, not daring to look at the old man's wounds that had been cut open.

Jiang Xue stood up and explained the situation, the medical staff got off the car and carried the old man into the ambulance.

The doctor gave the old man a tube in his throat and an anaphylaxis.

The ambulance roared toward the hospital.

Xiao Wen and Li Ziruo finally sighed a breath of relief. Jiang Xue also let out a long breath, but did not have much of a reaction.

She had seen situations that were several times more dangerous in the emergency room. Although the situation was urgent, it was not complicated.

She looked around and finally realized an important question: "Where's Wu Dong?"