The leader who ran in with Song Yiyi gasped and asked, "Did I put the medicine under the old lady's tongue?"

The sweaty middle-aged woman in the room continued: "Let it go, I'll run back and let it go, I can have two minutes, Captain Qi!"

Song Yiyi saw clearly, this sick person, shortness of breath, sweating, sitting weakly on the sofa, she could clearly feel the patient's palpitations and chest pain with her mental strength. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It may be that nitroglycerin under the tongue has played a role, and the old lady's face is a little better, she opened her eyes and closed them again.

Captain Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, old man, the angina has been relieved, now help the old lady to lie on the bed so that she can rest." ”

Old Man Yang's face was relieved, he looked back at the people who came in with Captain Qi, walked in front of Song Zi'an and Song Yiyi in two steps, and after confirming it, he explained: "Don't leave the two of you first, I have something to do with you!"

He turned his head to Xiang Zhong and said, "Xiao Xiang, you help me carry your Aunt Yang to the bed." ”

Xiang Zhongfang Wen Yan stepped forward, carefully picked up Mrs. Yang, Wen Ge answered by the bedside, and transferred the patient to the bed.

Captain Qi frowned and asked, "Didn't I prescribe a small bottle of nitroglycerin for backup last month......?

The middle-aged woman glared at the little boy next to her: "Let the child take it out and play with it, it's gone!"

As he was talking, a large oxygen cylinder was pushed in, and Wen Ge and another nurse skillfully put on an oxygen mask for Mrs. Yang, adjusted the valve, and let the patient breathe oxygen.

After a few minutes, Mrs. Yang's face turned normal, and she waved her hand to her family, signaling that she was fine.

Captain Qi stepped forward with a stethoscope and listened carefully to the situation in the precordial and postcardiac areas: "It's okay, the old lady should pay attention to rest these days, she can't be emotionally excited, and her diet is mainly light." ”

"It was milder than I expected, and I didn't even need the intravenous medicine that I brought with me. ”

"However, someone from your family, come with me to the health team to get some oral medicine that you need for the next few days, as well as backup first aid medicine. ”

The middle-aged woman immediately responded, "I'll go." Then, turning around and respectfully, he said, "Dad, I'll be back soon." ”

Old Man Yang waved his hand and signaled that he understood.

Soon, the members of the health team left with all the medical equipment.

There were only patients left in the room, who had already snored slightly, sitting honestly on the edge of the bed looking at grandma's little grandson, as well as the old man Yang, Xiang Zhongfang's family and Song Yiyi's brother and sister who were standing.

The wife is out of danger, and the old man Yang has recovered his calm and breezy appearance: "Xiao Xiang, thank you and your daughter-in-law today, when your Aunt Yang is ready, I will cook you a delicious meal, and I must come then!"

Wen Ge is obviously quite familiar with Old Man Yang: "Uncle Yang, I will definitely come then, hehe!"

Old Man Yang glanced at the Chinese side, and when he saw that he hadn't left yet, he reminded unceremoniously: "Xiao Xiang, take your daughter-in-law and younger brother and go home quickly." ”

Xiang Zhongfang deliberately said: "Uncle Yang, the two of them are my guests, and I have to take them with me." ”

Xiang Dongfang was also very interested in Old Man Yang and looking for something to do with Song Zi'an and Song Yiyi, and joked: "Uncle Yang, this is my brother and his sister, I have to accompany them." ”

Song Zi'an glanced at Dongfang with a smile, and then turned to Old Man Yang: "Old man, may I ask what is the matter with you?"

Old Man Yang looked at Song Zi'an with a smile, how does this kid think and how he likes it: "Oh, just now for my wife's business, although the road I ran was not far, I also sweated a lot." ”

"I have freshly made strawberry juice and watermelon juice, what do you like to drink, and little girl, what do you drink?"

Wen Ge said unwillingly: "Uncle Yang, I drink strawberry juice." ”

Old Man Yang glanced at her: "Without your share, there are too few things, only enough for the two of them to drink!"

The little boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at his grandfather with some grievances, how he forgot about himself.

Song Yiyi smiled and said: "Old man, leave it for my little brother to drink, I just finished eating watermelon and can't drink it." ”

Song Zi'an also chimed in: "I can't drink it either." Old man, what's the matter, you can say it now. ”

Old Man Yang sat on the sofa and said very seriously: "Boy, girl, I want to say that practicing martial arts is a matter of perseverance, but you can't fish for three days and dry nets for two days!"

"Why didn't you go for three days after a day of morning exercise?"

The meaning of complaint in the words obviously made the goosebumps on Song Yiyi's arms rise. Song Yiyi pulled her arm, are we familiar with you? Do you have an appointment with us? Although he was slandered in his heart, he still had a polite smile on his face.

Song Zi'an now admires his sister's intuition very much, no wonder he was in the park at the beginning, he pulled himself up and ran, did this old man stick to them?

"Old man, we went to the park by chance that day. Besides, we're not locals and we're leaving in a few days. ”

Old Man Yang sat up straight suddenly, thanks to meeting him today, otherwise wouldn't he have missed these two good seedlings!

"Then where are you from? What is your name? However, even if the family is not here, it doesn't matter, I have a place at home, you can live here, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing!"

"And martial arts training is physically exhausting work, I promise to make you have meat!"

Old man Yang's all-encompassing guarantee made Xiang Zhongfang and Wenge stunned, what kind of rhythm is this?

Don't look at Old Man Yang on weekdays, everyone laughs when he sees him. But everyone knows that the people who have come to him all these years and want to learn kung fu from him have basically let him run away mercilessly, and he said very bluntly that to be a successor of Yang-style Taijiquan, not only must have good conduct, but also have talent and a sense of responsibility!

What a blow to those people!

Song Zi'an is still as calm as water: "My family lives in Shen City, the kid's name is Song Zi'an, and my sister's name is Song Yiyi. We came to visit my grandmother and grandfather in Pingshi, and we had to go home in a few days. ”

"My father is still recuperating at home, how can we not take care of our children?"

When Old Man Yang heard this, he was even more satisfied: "Okay, I have to take care of it, when do you leave, I will go to your house with me, just to meet the elders of your family, hehe!"

Song Zi'an glanced at his sister helplessly, this person is really sticky!

The room was quiet for a while, but at this moment, a deep voice sounded in the courtyard: "Old man, I just got a large piece of venison, let's drink some wine." ”