Santana's owner tossed around and found that he couldn't start the car, so he angrily slapped the steering wheel, opened the door, and walked out with a child in his arms, his eyes full of tears and a panicked face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This time point is half past five in the afternoon, although in the winter season, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sun is about to set, Zheng Yichen can still see the face of the car owner, it is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a thin face, looking at the outline of his facial features, it is Zheng Chusheng, the secretary of the village party committee in the village, and he is the only one in the entire village who can afford to drive a four-wheeled car.

Zheng Chusheng, as the secretary of the village party committee, is just a small official with sesame mung beans, but the official micro may not be light-hearted, and he is also a powerful figure in Zhengjia Village, when have you seen him so panicked?

Zheng Yichen's heart tightened: "It seems that something has happened, let's go over and take a look." ”

While he was speeding up, dozens of villagers in the village rushed over, and a few of them were driving motorcycles, apparently coming to pick up Zheng Chusheng.

A villager panted and said, "Secretary, why did you stop?" Xiaojie's situation is in crisis, and he can't delay! ”

Several other people chimed in: "Yes, saving people is like fighting a fire, you have to race against time." ”

"You see the child's face is purple."

Zheng Chusheng scolded angrily: "Fart! Don't I know that? The car breaks down, what can I do? ”

A villager driving a motorcycle said with concern: "The engine is off, or I will drive faster if I don't take a motorcycle." ”

Zheng Chusheng looked suspicious: "No, the road condition of this road is too bad, what should I do if I take a motorcycle to turn Xiaojie upside down?" ”

The owner of the motorcycle muttered in a low voice: "It's hard to run over, and when you get to the hospital, the children are gone." ”

Finally, someone spotted the Bugatti Veyron driving over, and said happily: "Secretary, look, a car is coming, let's go and ask for a ride." ”

Zheng Chusheng has a little insight in the end, and he can see at a glance the high value of this luxury car, and the identity and status of the owner of the car are definitely not provoked by a village party secretary.

However, for the sake of the child's life, Zheng Chusheng also let go, hugged the child, greeted him, knocked on the car window, looked anxious, and a group of villagers followed him.

Zheng Yichen didn't roll down the window, but walked directly out of the car door and asked loudly, "Secretary, what's wrong?" ”

Guo Xiaorong also got out of the car and stood aside, without saying a word.

Zheng Chusheng naturally couldn't know a hairy boy in the village, first he was surprised by Zheng Yichen's youth, and then he saw that he called himself accurately, his attitude was still very sincere, and he didn't have the domineering attitude of the children of the family, so he grabbed his collar in his heart: "Please, my grandson eats jelly to block his throat, you have to go to the hospital to deal with it quickly, my car is broken, please be kind and give us a ride, 100,000 urgent." ”

Zheng Yichen glanced at the grandson in his arms, but at the age of two or three years, his eyes were closed, and his face and lips showed a terrifying sauce purple, which was a symptom of excessive hypoxia!

Zheng Yichen's face was solemn, he snatched the child in his hand, turned his head, turned his back to him, and clenched his fist with one hand against the junction of the child's chest and abdomen.

Zheng Chusheng's son and daughter-in-law were in a plane crash last year, and they had already experienced the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, and they loved this grandson more than their lives, and one was taken away by Zheng Yichen carelessly, and he was in a hurry, shouting: "You...... What are you doing? "If you make a move, you have to break Zheng Yichen's fist.

Zheng Yichen said in a deep voice: "It's too late to send it to the hospital now, give it to me to give it a try, there is still a chance of life." If you don't want your grandson to die, don't mess with it and watch from the sidelines! ”

It was about his grandson's life, Zheng Chusheng didn't dare to mess around, so he withdrew his hand and retreated to the side, feeling uneasy, and said in his heart: "If Xiaojie is killed by you later, I will let you fill in your life!" ”

Zheng Yichen was bent on saving people, naturally he didn't know the dirty thoughts in Zheng Chusheng's heart, and his other hand was wide open into a palm, sticking to his fist, gathering strength, and pressing the child's abdomen hard, forming a retrograde upward airflow, rushing open the blocked throat, the child's mouth opened, and a ball of transparent jelly spewed out, falling to the ground, and falling to a pulp.

Zheng Chusheng saw that the jelly that blocked his grandson's throat had squirted out, and said happily: "I...... Is my grandson okay? ”

Zheng Yichen put his finger on the child's nose with a serious expression: "It's not okay, the trachea has recovered unobstructed, but his breathing has stopped, and he needs to be treated in the next step!" ”

Zheng Chusheng's heart that had just been put down by these words hung up again, and he said in a trembling voice: "Then, then please leave it to you." ”

Zheng Chusheng no longer doubts Zheng Yichen's ability, and has pinned his grandson's hope of survival on him.

Zheng Yichen told the crowd of onlookers to disperse, and he took off his coat, spread it on the mud floor, put the child's thin body on the ground, returned to the carriage to get the backpack, and took out cotton swabs, Iodine, and several rows of disposable needles.

He simply took off the clothes on the child's upper body, revealing a smooth belly, the cold wind was cold, even if an adult didn't wear clothes, he couldn't stand it, let alone a small child, Zheng Chusheng felt distressed for a while, his lips squirmed, and he could only let the onlookers line up into a wall to try to block the cold wind.

The harsh medical environment has undoubtedly added a lot of difficulty to the treatment work, Zheng Yichen knows that every minute and every second is very precious, and now he is in a race against death!

He raised the child's head, made the angle of the jaw perpendicular to the ground, opened the airway to the maximum, performed mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, and then performed routine chest compressions, while paying attention to the child's reaction, but found that all efforts were like mud cows entering the sea, and the results were not effective.

Zheng Yichen knew that the child's breath was too long and cardiopulmonary resuscitation would be ineffective, so he resolutely chose another treatment.

He had no distractions, found the acupuncture points, and after routine disinfection, he pierced two and a half inch needles into the Neiguan acupoints of the child's left and right arms, and inserted them up and down at a high-speed frequency, in the shortest possible time, stimulating the meridian qi, urging upwards to the shoulders, obliquely from the armpits to the chest, and straight into the heart!

The onlookers didn't dare to spit out one by one, nervously observing the scene, they couldn't see the doorway, but they could guess from the child's lack of reaction and Zheng Yichen's extremely serious face that the situation was not optimistic.

There are a few people in the crowd who happen to be neighbors of Zheng Yichen's family, and the more they look at it, the more they feel that this young man looks very familiar, but they live on the same street and know each other's family backgrounds, seeing that this person's car is dozens of times more popular than the car of the village party secretary, and the girl who accompanies him is also with outstanding temperament, and it is impossible to associate him with the son of Zheng Shuangmu who is well known.

The strong menstrual qi stimulation rushed straight to the heart, no less than an electric shock defibrillation, Zheng Yichen urged the menstrual qi several times in a row, sweating like rain, obviously it was cold, but it was like being in a stove.

The child's chest finally rose and fell slightly, Zheng Yichen put his hand on his heart, and felt a slight beat, if there was nothing, it seemed to be cut off at any time.

There's a play!

Zheng Yichen frowned with joy and continued to twist the needle handle quickly, maintaining the same intensity of menstrual qi stimulation.

Zheng Chusheng also noticed the change in his expression, his heart settled down a little, he tiptoed closer, covered his hand in his arms, and then touched his grandson's heart, and said in a lost voice: "Heart...... In the beating, Xiaojie ...... Xiaojie is alive! ”

The onlookers couldn't hold back the joy in their hearts, and burst out into loud cheers, looking at Zheng Yichen's eyes full of awe, obviously there is no heartbeat, and the person who has died of life can be revived again, this kind of means of resurrecting the dead is simply amazing, even if he really rushes to the hospital, it is impossible to meet this kind of miracle doctor!

"Xiaojie should not die, God specially arranged a little miracle doctor to save him."

"If it weren't for the secretary's car breaking down, he would have missed out on the little doctor, Xiaojie is really blessed."

"What's it called, oh yes, Seon doesn't know if he's lost."

"You have a primary school culture, and you still learn to drop your book bag!"

Guo Xiaorong suddenly said coldly: "Shut up!" The treatment is not over yet, so don't bother him with the treatment. ”

Zheng Yichen no longer does needles, it is true that the child has recovered his heartbeat, but he is not out of danger, and when he presses on the pulse gate, it is clear that there is a finch pecking pulse known as the death vein!

He took a deep breath, searched for a row of three-inch needles from his backpack, pulled out one, and slashed the child's heart with a cotton swab dipped in Iodine with his other hand.

Zheng Chusheng saw a clue from his series of actions, grabbed his arm, and said in horror: "You, what are you going to do?" This needle is so long, is it still alive if it is pierced in the heart? ”

The crowd around was in an uproar, they didn't understand medical science, and they also had common sense in the end, Zheng Yichen didn't take an inch, an inch and a half milli needles, but took a three-inch milli needle, and disinfected it in the heart, obviously to pierce the milli needle into the heart, and the depth of the piercing was more than an inch and a half!

The heart is the most important organ in the human body!

The chest is like a cake, the abdomen is like a well, and the three-inch milli needle is generally used in the parts with particularly rich muscles, such as the buttocks, and most of the **** acupuncture points should be shallow and oblique, and it is taboo to pierce straight and deep punctures.

Zheng Yichen also has a bitterness in his heart, not to the point of last resort, he is not willing to use this dangerous treatment method, the child's body is not filled, the organs are delicate, Zheng Yichen uses the meridian qi stimulation method, the stimulation intensity is too large, and it cannot be used continuously, otherwise it will increase the burden on the heart, the heart bursts, and a life.

Saving people is like fighting fire, and there is no room for hesitation!

He shook off Zheng Chusheng's arm and said categorically: "If I don't get this needle, the child will definitely die, don't try to stop me, you can't afford the consequences!" ”

Zheng Chusheng suddenly felt that the strength of his whole body was drained, and his hands hung weakly, and he no longer stopped Zheng Yichen.

In front of everyone's eyes, he twisted the needle, his fingers were strong, and the sharp tip of the needle had pierced the skin of the child's heart!