It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 208 Rescue!Mouth to mouth suction!

Gretel was not the only one who jumped up.

Beside the old dwarf, on the left and on the right, two younger dwarves jumped up.The two panicked and put the old man flat on the stool. After thinking about it wrong, they lifted it up and put it on the ground...

Gretel: "..." Don't!Although I don't know why I can't breathe, but whether it is pulmonary heart disease, phlegm blocking the windpipe, or asthma, people cannot lie flat!
Pulmonary heart disease should be leaned on, phlegm blockage should be prone to pat the back, other situations have their own adaptation positions, it is not possible to make people lie on their backs casually!

"Get him up! Get him up!"

He ran forward while shouting.It was a mess all around, no one paid attention to him, no one even looked at him.The old dwarf was lying flat on the ground, the dwarf on the left knelt down and prayed, and the one on the right turned around, calling:

"Where is my hammer? Where is my hammer?!"

Need a hammer now? !Gretel really couldn't complain.However, the dwarf on the left had already raised the hammer and raised it upwards. A white light came out from the hammer head and fell directly on the old dwarf.The effect was immediate, and the old dwarf's painful expression suddenly became calm.

Oh...the hammer is divine equipment, all right.Gretel took a quick look. The handle of the hammer was mottled and smoky, and it was clearly used for forging iron every day.Well, maybe this is indeed normal for dwarves?
Just like a bald bishop carrying a scepter on the battlefield...

The dwarf on the right has also found his hammer.The two knelt at the patient's head and at the feet of the patient, praying at the same time.One after another, the white light fell on the old dwarf continuously.

At this time, the accident has alarmed the whole tavern.Drinking, punching, and arm wrestling, all the dwarves stopped their movements and stood up from the stool.Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes fixed on the earth platform, waiting for the results of the treatment, hoping that Elder Tarbert would turn the crisis into safety.

The healing effect of the two dwarf priests was good at first, but within half a minute, it became worse and worse.The time for remission gradually shortened, and the patient's face became more and more ugly. The two dwarf priests looked at each other with sweat dripping from their heads.One of them raised his voice:

"Brothers, please help me pray together—"

"Let me take a look at him!"

Gretel interrupted.As soon as he found something was wrong, he rushed forward, but he was only a first-level fighter, and after changing to a mage, he became more and more inactive, and his athletic ability was limited.Stepped over the stool, walked around the table, climbed up the earthen platform, and crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally rushed over. Looking down, the old dwarf's face had changed color, his throat was wheezing, and he was making a sound like a bellows——

Oops!

It's a blocked airway!
Gretel directly fell to his knees, reaching out to rescue him.Naihe flashed in front of his eyes, a short, steel-like arm blocked in front of him, almost pushed him somersault:

"Who are you? Go away!"

"I am a doctor!—I am a healer!"

……no response.The dwarf priest kneeling beside the old dwarf's head still stretched out his arms, staring at him fiercely, not allowing him to approach.Gretel let out an "oops" and suddenly reacted:

What I spoke to him was the lingua franca of mankind!He speaks dwarves!I only understood it with the translation of [Language Proficiency], that dwarf...

He may not understand what I say!

Stupid cry stupid cry!Gretel hurriedly chanted intently, and put a [Language Proficiency] on the other party.He explained loudly again, and threw a healing spell by the way, proving that he was really a priest.The dwarf priest's face softened slightly, and he raised his hand, beckoning him to help with the treatment.

Gretel couldn't wait to jump down.Opening the old dwarf's teeth, he saw that the mouth was sticky and full of phlegm.Sure enough, the phlegm is blocking the airway...Damn it, if you don't clear up the sputum quickly and open the airway, what's the use of desperately using healing techniques!
This is not a good thing in a world with divine arts!Leave everything to the magic arts. Without magic arts, you don’t know how to cure diseases, right? ! !
Gretel cursed in his heart, his brain spinning.If it was in the previous life, he must have inserted a sputum suction tube into it, connected it to a negative pressure suction device, and started to rush.It takes as little as 5 seconds and as long as 15 seconds, which can definitely suck up the phlegm.But now...

What about the suction tube?

What about negative pressure aspirators?

What about the power supply? ? ?
The patient's face became worse and worse.Gretel didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and quickly moved his right hand to pick out the phlegm from the old dwarf's mouth.Pieces of thick and sticky phlegm were dug out, but the old dwarf still didn't feel better, and his body even began to twitch, struggling like a fish out of water.

This is hypoxia!
The airway is blocked, the blood oxygen saturation drops, and the body is violently agitated. This is the instinct of the human body, and it is making the final struggle for life!

"Squeeze him!"

Gretel growled.With his left hand, he raised the old dwarf's chin, tilted his head back, and tried his best to penetrate the patient's mouth with his right hand.Touch the root of the tongue and the uvula with your fingers to stimulate the throat reflex and make the patient cough more violently.There was a lot of phlegm on my fingers again, but not enough, not enough!
The airway is not clear yet!

Sputum must be sucked!

The old dwarf's face had turned from white to purple, from purple to blue, and his restlessness became weaker and weaker.There is not much time left, as long as the human brain is deprived of oxygen for more than 3 minutes, it will cause irreversible damage.And the brain of a dwarf can survive for a few minutes with the support of divine arts...

Gretel didn't want to think about it at all, much less bet on it.He was heartbroken, pinched the old dwarf's nose with his left hand, bent down, and blocked the old dwarf's mouth with his mouth!
Take a deep breath!Use the negative pressure formed between the mouth and the mouth to help suck out the sputum in the airway and make the patient's airway unobstructed!

The bubble technique on the head shattered silently.

The foul-smelling, sticky liquid rushed straight into the mouth.The smell of tobacco, bad breath, and some damn smell mixed together, and it hit me head and face.

Gretel was so overwhelmed.His eyes were sour, and tears immediately flowed down.

But you can't relax, let alone leave!He took a deep breath, took another breath, finally tilted his head, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.Before others could react, Gretel took a deep breath, lowered his head, and repeated the operation again.

One bite!
One bite!
Another bite!
Suck up the phlegm!

Clear the airway!

Race against death!
"@#￥%&..."

"&%@￥..."

There was a mess around him, some people were exclaiming, some people were shouting, and it seemed that some people were yelling at him.Gretel turned a deaf ear to everything and put all his heart and soul into rescuing the patients.I don't know how many mouthfuls of phlegm were sucked out, and the rebound force of the hands surged upwards, and the patient struggled again.

"Roar...roar...roar..."

A feeble, but exhausted inhalation sounded from the old dwarf's withered body.There was still phlegm in the airway, but it had recovered, and the old dwarf began to breathe in fresh air, transporting oxygen to every cell through the work of the alveoli...

The faint sound of breathing was heard in Gretel's ears like the sound of heaven.He let go of his hands and slumped back, fell to the ground, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Smiling and laughing, he turned his head on his side and half lay on the ground, coughing and retching again.Uncontrollable tears flowed all over his face in a short while.

A few rough hands helped him up.Someone pressed him on the wooden pier, someone handed him water, someone handed a towel—the towel was as rough as canvas—someone patted him on the back with the force of piling, and shouted loudly in his ear:

"Good friend! Good brother!"

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