The plaque of this hospital reads: Zhuhai Anorectal Hospital.

I said to myself that there was something wrong with my lungs, what does this have to do with the anorectum? I hesitated to get on because of this, and I didn't rush to get out of the car.

Yaksha guessed what I was thinking. Then he added, "Don't worry, boss." ”

I'm not stupid, I vaguely understand something.

Yaksha and his companions were squinting together, and I followed them as we entered the main entrance of the hospital.

At this time, especially this kind of hospital, my whole hospital is deserted. The security guard on duty at the door, as if he had received some news in advance, walked out of the duty room, did not ask much, just waved at us, and motioned for us to go to the backyard.

The Yaksha continues to take the lead. When I got to the backyard, I looked at it carefully, and now there are four bungalows in the yard, and the lights in two of them are on.

Yaksha explained to me that Bigmouth was here to rescue him.

I guess the two houses with the lights on are related to the big mouth. Yaksha pointed to a dark room with no lights and said that he had sent me there and asked me to wait in that room for a while, and that a special doctor would come and see me.

I said in my heart that my "injury" was not so serious, and I didn't need to be accompanied by others. And in comparison, I'm more worried about the big mouth.

I told Yaksha to leave me alone and go about the squinting eyes and the big mouth first.

Yaksha had always been strained and anxious, but now he smiled, he nodded, and replied to me, "Okay! ”

I went to the dark room on my own, and when I entered the door, I turned on the light switch on the wall.

There are a lot of equipment in this room, and there are things I know, such as electrocardiograms or microscopes, but there are also things that I don't know.

Instead of fiddling with the equipment, I walked into a corner. There was a reclining chair here, and I lay down quietly and waited.

About ten minutes later, a doctor in a white lab coat walked in with a small cart.

He was very polite to me, and he yelled at a little stuffy boss.

I can feel that he is not from the Wild Dog Gang, otherwise he would not have called the boss, and he deliberately added the word "little boring".

Out of courtesy, I would also like to say a few polite words.

The doctor said he had come to treat me, and he opened a set of tools on the cart.

I saw scalpels, hemostats, and so on, and even sharp-nosed hammers and small saws.

I was stunned for a moment, and said in my heart what is he going to do, could it be that he wants to cut out my lungs?

I saw that he was about to push the cart over, and I hurriedly made a gesture to stop him.

The doctor looked at me puzzled. I said implicitly, "Brother, isn't it?" ”

The doctor followed my gaze and looked down again, and he suddenly understood, and laughed without saying anything, and he possessed it again, and took out another set of dick things from a drawer under the cart.

He explained that scalpels and hemostats and the like were for the big mouth, because the big mouth was going to be operated on soon, and as for my treatment, it would be fine to use these things.

I looked at the new set he had brought out, which contained a pair of masks, a small basin the size of a palm, and an infusion needle and medicine bottle, as well as a small bowl.

I thought to myself, it looks pretty much the same.

The doctor placed the mask in a small basin. This small basin also contains a burst of Chinese medicine. I saw that the Chinese medicine was steaming all the time, and I also noticed that there was a sealed iron box under the small basin.

I suspect that this iron box has a heating function, which can keep the Chinese medicine in the small pot at a constant temperature.

The doctor gave me an infusion first. I am now infused very slowly, and the doctor said that it will take about four hours to finish.

After that, he explained to me that I should put on the soaked mask, and I should not worry about it, breathe freely, and when the mask is cold, I will soak it myself and let the medicine on it stay hot.

I nodded in understanding, and I pointed to the bowl and asked him, "What does this do?" ”

The doctor gestured and said it was for me to spit.

The doctor didn't stay long, and after watching me put on my mask, he pushed the cart and left.

As I breathed, I savored the fact that the Chinese medicine on the mask did not have much of a pungent smell, and every time I breathed, I felt a chilling sensation in my lungs.

I'm quite comfortable because of that. Finally I leaned back on the recliner and slowly closed my eyes.

I wanted to get some good sleep, but who knows how soon I was woken up.

At this time, the taste was not good, I felt that my whole throat and eyes were blocked, and my breathing was a little unsmooth, especially in my lungs, there was a feeling of numbness and itching.

I knew it was time to spit.

I took off my mask and coughed at the podo.

A mouthful of dark yellow and even some black thick phlegm was spit into the small bowl by me.

To be honest, I looked at the phlegm, don't look at it as if I vomited it myself, but I was still disgusted.

For the next two hours or so, I was throwing up intermittently. The color of the phlegm has also slowly changed from the original dark yellow to white.

I know I'm an old smoker, and aside from this experience, my lungs weren't healthy in the first place. Because of this, I have a feeling that my heart said that this spitting was really killing two birds with one stone, and it also made the e-liquid deposited in my lungs be cleaned up in time.

In the end, I watched the medicine in the infusion bottle run out, and I saw that the doctor hadn't come over yet, and I didn't bother to call him.

I pulled the needle out on my own.

Originally, I was a little tired, and it was better to have a good rest, but I was not lazy, and I kept my mouth in mind.

I walked out of this hut on my own. I looked at the other two lighted bungalows, and I didn't know which room the big mouth was, so I found a random room, walked over and knocked on the door.

I knocked twice before the door opened. The doctor who had just treated me was in front of the door again.

But after such a while, he looked a little haggard, and the surgical gown he was wearing was full of blood spots.

I couldn't help but think he was a little hideous. And when we looked at each other, I asked him, "How's the big mouth?" ”

The doctor thought about it for a moment and asked me to wait. He closed the door again.

I thought to myself, what should this man make me wait? But I waited patiently for a while.

Soon the door opened again, and Yaksha appeared in front of me in a surgical gown.

He had another surgical gown in his hand. He handed me the clothes, which meant for me to change.

There were no chairs outside the bungalow, so I had to stand and put on my clothes. Yaksha took advantage of the time to recite a sentence to me, saying that the situation of the big mouth was not optimistic.

I was a little confused, and I asked him, "What's going on?" ”

Yaksha grimaced and replied, "He's dying." ”

After hearing this, I felt even more panicked in my heart. I said to myself that I should not ask more, and I would see for myself what was going on.

When we walked in one after the other, there were quite a few people in the house.

It's all medical staff, and they're all busy. And in a corner, there is a simple operating table here, on which Big Mouth is lying down, and the electrocardiogram and EEG equipment are also connected to Big Mouth's body.

At the moment, these two devices are still running.

There was also a nurse, hunched over and standing next to Big Mouth, who was putting hemostatic gauze on Big Mouth's back.

I leaned over to watch from the sidelines, and I have to say that I stared at the whole back of Big Mouth, and I was frightened for a while.

On the back of the big mouth, one piece in the east and one in the west, it was all covered with gauze, especially in a few places where it was not pasted, and there were still pits on it, and the meat inside was dug up.

One word comes to mind, live chopping. I thought to myself, this is a fucking rescue? Isn't this a big mouth to death?

At this time, Yaksha also came over. I whispered a few words to Yaksha.

Yaksha knows more than I do, and he must have followed the operation all the way, and he muttered to me and explained.

He said that if he wanted to save Big Mouth, he had to find that thing. And these medical staff have been looking for two hours, and they have just appeared.

He pointed to another corner.

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I was carried by him again, like that corner.

There was a table in this corner, on which were placed large and small glass vessels, some of which were glued with blood, presumably just used, and one of them, there was a small piece of meat in it.

This should be the meat on the back of the big mouth. A doctor was holding a sharp-mouthed knife and a pair of tweezers, dissecting the meat bit by bit.

The doctor had his left eye closed and a monocular in his right eye. I couldn't help but think of the master who repaired the watch, and I also had a guess that this monocular should be a magnifying glass.

Neither Yaksha nor I bothered the doctor, and he used it for a while longer, and finally used tweezers to remove a ball the size of a grain of millet from the piece of flesh.

The bead was soaked in blood, and it was impossible to tell what color it was.

The doctor was also quite tired, and he wanted to rest for a while.

He took off the monocular, then stood up, took out a blind stance, and walked towards the center of the room.

I was curious, and pointed to this little "grain of rice" and asked the Yakshas, "Is this ......?" ”

Yaksha nodded.

I wanted to take a closer look at what this thing is. I took advantage of the doctor's absence to borrow the monocular.

I wore it, and when I adjusted the distance, I saw that there were still two small holes in the millet grains.

I pondered for a moment, and suddenly I understood.

I asked Yaksha, "Is there some poison in this thing?" ”

But before Yaksha could answer, someone shouted something bad. I also heard that the ECG device alarmed.

I didn't say anything more to Yaksha, and we both ran to the big mouth.

The paramedics also gathered, and it was clear that Big Mouth suddenly lost his heartbeat.

The doctor tried to give the big mouth first aid, especially when they turned the big mouth over and pressed it against the big mouth's chest.

But it was useless, and after a while, looking at the signs that the big mouth had not yet improved, a doctor who took the lead said decisively, "Prepare to defibrillate!" ”

When I heard these three words, my heart tightened!

(End of chapter)