After Kicking Ming Ye, He Cried and Begged Me To Hug Him Every Night!

   Chapter 82 My Daughter 4

   Mr. Yan's body suddenly twitched, a mouthful of white foam spurted out, and his eyes kept rolling.

   This situation seems to have gotten worse!

  The housekeeper knelt down beside Mr. Yan, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he shouted at a loss, "Master, how are you doing?"

   The other pharmacists looked at each other, feeling that this development was not quite right.

   They looked at Pharmacist Ji and found that Pharmacist Ji was looking strangely pale at the moment.

   Mr. Yan's change was unexpected to him. This symptom looked like——

   "Why do I look like I'm having an epileptic seizure?" a pharmacist muttered, like a drop of cold water falling into the scalding hot oil, exploding a rush of sparks.

   "Epilepsy? Isn't it a stroke?"

   "Although...the stroke won't cause such violent convulsions as Mr. Yan..."

   "Could it be, Pharmacist Ji's diagnosis was wrong!"

   Pharmacist Ji hummed in his head, and he retorted on the spot, "Impossible, this is a stroke, it may be a reflex action of acupuncture to stimulate the nerves..."

   "All step back and keep the old man breathing."

  Suddenly, the girl's cold order fell into everyone's ears with great penetrating power.

   The pharmacists took two steps back in a conditioned reflex, leaving an open space.

   Jin and Shi strode closer, raised his hand and pushed away the pharmacist Ji who was standing beside Mr. Yan.

   Pharmacist Ji stumbled and almost sat on the ground. When he turned around, he saw Jin and Shi's fingers touching the carotid artery of Mr. Yan.

   Her eyes narrowed.

  Epileptic seizures are very dangerous. If they are not controlled in time, they can cause cerebral edema, acidosis, and electrolyte disturbances, resulting in death of the patient.

   "You yellow-haired girl is making a mess, get out of the way quickly, don't hinder this pharmacist from saving people." Ji Pharmacist said, he hated this arrogant little girl.

   "Are you saving people or killing people?" Jin and Shi's eyes were raised from Mr. Yan, and inexplicably anger that she couldn't understand.

   Pharmacist Ji's heart was beating violently, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of guilty conscience, but it was only for a moment, his judgment could not be lost to a yellow-haired girl, and he said gloomily, "Master Yan has just woken up and has an arrhythmia, as long as he does CPR, he can recover."

   Jin and Shi ignored him and turned his eyes to the housekeeper, "Epileptic seizures, no need for CPR. The old man has phlegm in his throat and affects his breathing. Give me half a minute to resolve it."

  The housekeeper stared blankly at the present and the past, probably frightened by Ji Yaoshi getting worse and worse.

   "There's phlegm in your throat? What nonsense are you talking about?" Ji Pharmacist sneered, but saw the beautiful girl who was too much, clenched her fists, and slammed it down at Mr. Yan's chest.

  Everyone, "..." Damn! This girl is so courageous, she even went directly to the chest of the old man, not afraid of smashing people into trouble!

   Seeing this move, Pharmacist Ji's face sank, and he wanted to step forward to stop it, "What are you doing?!"

   Ming Siyan stepped forward and stared at him with a powerful aura, full of deterrence.

   "Don't interfere with Jinjin's treatment!"

In an instant, the pores behind Ji Pharmacist exploded, almost breathless, "Which medical school do you two belong to, and you dare to be mad in the medical research institute, why don't you let them do this, and don't help me stop them? ?!"

   "If you don't have the ability, just shut up!" Ming Siyan said coldly, with a chilling ruthlessness.

   For a moment, all the pharmacists at the scene kept silent and did not dare to act rashly.

   Pharmacist Ji's face was blue and white, but before he could speak, he saw Jin and Shi's fist hit Old Master Yan's chest again, trembling with anger,

   "You're crazy, you know how fragile the old man's sternum is, how dare you—"

   And after the fist from the present and the past, the old man Yan straightened his neck sharply, and a mouthful of phlegm flew straight out of his throat and landed on Ji Pharmacist's face.

   Pharmacist Ji, "..."

   He wiped it subconsciously, the phlegm in one hand and the disgusting face turned green.

   "There is really phlegm, my old man can breathe smoothly!" The butler said in surprise.

   The eyes of all the pharmacists looking at Pharmacist Ji began to become subtle.

   The little girl made two predictions before and after, which is probably not a coincidence.

   Pharmacist Ji bit his cheeks, raised his face slightly, and looked at the past and present through his nostrils, "It's just a mouthful of phlegm, let me try acupuncture again, maybe I'll be able to recover..."

   He could never make a mistake, could never lose to a yellow-haired girl.

   "I'll control the seizures of the old man, you go and call the hospital's ambulance."

   explained to the housekeeper in the past and present.

  The housekeeper nodded stupidly and walked aside to make a phone call.

  In the past, he straightened the unconscious old man's body and turned his head to one side to facilitate the secretion of secretions to prevent vomit from blocking the airway and suffocating. Then he unbuttoned his shirt so that the airway could be unblocked.

   When the butler came back from the phone call, he saw Jinxi took out a pill from his bag and was about to stuff it into Mr. Yan's mouth.

   Pharmacist Ji was furious again, "What kind of medicine is this, just feed it to Mr. Yan's mouth. Do you know the right medicine, has it been reviewed and tested by the Food and Drug Administration?"

  I was too lazy to look at him now and then, and said lightly, "This medicine can suppress epileptic seizures. I can guarantee that there will be no problem. Can you guarantee that your acupuncture is absolutely effective?"

   Pharmacist Ji was speechless, his brows furrowed, "Which doctor can guarantee that he will be able to treat his illness without problems?

   It’s really a yellow-mouthed child. You have to be responsible when you speak. If you want to make a grandstanding in the Medical Research Institute, you have to have that ability. My patient is not your test product. "

   The housekeeper took a deep breath, "Miss, I handed the life of the old man into your hands."

   He was originally from Pharmacist Xinji, but the old man's reaction was so scary that he felt that if he was acupuncture by Pharmacist Ji again, something would really go wrong.

  Although it looks unreliable in the past and present, the old man is indeed more comfortable in her hands than when Ji Yaoshi was treating him.

   Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. He believes that Mr. Yan can speak, and he will choose the past and the present.

   And she was so confident and assured that there would be no problem, unlike Pharmacist Ji's vague attitude that made people panic.

   Better yet, try it!

   Pharmacist Ji looked embarrassed.

   He didn't expect the housekeeper to choose the past and present, so he couldn't hold back his face.

  How to say that Mr. Yan was the patient he received, and it was not his responsibility when something happened?

Before    touched the girl, Ming Siyan grabbed her arm with force.

   "Don't touch her." The man's cold eyes were stained with blood, and the strength in his hand almost crushed him.

   Pharmacist Ji screamed, "Let go of this pharmacist, this pharmacist can't let you hurt people here, time is running out, Mr. Yan will die, you can't afford it!!"

  In the past and present, he put the pills into the mouth of the old man Yan, and at the same time dropped two drops of Lingquan, raised his eyes, and said word by word,

   "Then open your eyes and see clearly how I heal people."

   The words fall.

   (end of this chapter)