How could it be that he didn't die, the housekeeper's mother asked Mrs. Zhou Qi for help in a panic.

The people in the room didn't seem to understand Yang Mo's words.

After a while, the princess reacted first, and stretched out her finger to Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Quick, what are you still doing in a daze, Miss Yang is a doctor, she said that the twelve girls are not dead." ”

Mrs. Zhou Qi had never run so fast, and she suddenly arrived next to the coffin and ordered her subordinates to carry Miss Twelve into the inner room.

The ladies in the room looked at each other, and had heard of someone who had fallen off the wood and then relieved herself, but she had not seen it with her own eyes, but this time she had seen the person being lifted out of the coffin.

Jiang didn't understand what kind of tricks this Miss Yang was doing.

Seeing that the subordinate carried Miss Twelve to the bed, Yang Mo instructed the subordinate to "go and get the fast bath beans." ”

Can bath beans also heal? Could it be that Miss Yang uses bath beans to bring people back to life?

Seeing that the subordinates were busy getting things, the ladies couldn't help but think.

The bath beans were handed over, and Yang Mo immediately rubbed the foam on the tip of Miss Twelve's nose, she held her breath and looked at it carefully, nervously her heart could barely beat.

There has to be change, there has to be change.

She didn't want to be disappointed just like that, it might save a life.

I saw that the foam on the tip of my nose suddenly became larger and burst with a "poof".

Yang Mo felt that her heart was also bursting, and the blood suddenly rushed into her mind, hot, hot, she couldn't help but stand up and look at Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Alive, Miss Twelve is still alive." ”

The foam proves that Miss Twelve has weak breathing.

The state of suspended animation, heartbeat and breathing are not detectable by hand, just now she examined Miss Twelve's eyes, and found that the pupils of the pressed eyes had changed, and only then did she judge that Miss Twelve might still be alive.

There was an uproar all around.

Mrs. Zhou Qi's eyes widened, almost in disbelief.

Yang Mo was a little distracted with joy for a while, and saw Mrs. Zhou Qi's surprised and apprehensive appearance.

Reaching out and pulling the skirt around Miss Twelve's fingers, after a while, Miss Twelve's fingers turned the color of bruises, "When people are alive, blood is circulating." If one end is entangled, there will be stasis, and if not, there will be no change. ”

Mrs. Zhou Qi looked at Miss Twelve's fingers in a daze, and suddenly grabbed Yang Mo's clothes and cried loudly.

"My son, my son is alive."

Miss Twelve is still alive, thanks to Brother Cheng, if Brother Cheng hadn't climbed into the coffin, no one would have known that Miss Twelve was still alive.

The little brother Cheng, in order to drive away the insects for his sister, saved his sister's life.

"Raise your feet." Yang Mo instructed the subordinates around him.

The servant immediately brought a futon and stuffed it into the feet of Miss Twelve.

Yang Mo stretched out her hand and touched Miss Twelve's neck, carefully touching it. As long as the beating is a little obvious, she can feel it, she must wake up, Brother Cheng is right, such a big child should not be buried in the ground and bitten by insects so early, he must grow up slowly, become more beautiful, learn to be shy, marry happily, and be nervous to become a mother and grandmother. After going through so much, you can have a full life.

At that time, you will not be afraid of the darkness, and you will not have regrets.

Although she didn't feel the beating yet, Yang Mo couldn't give up. She stretched out her hand and clenched Miss Twelve's cold fingers, and turned her head to look at Mrs. Zhou Qi, "Seventh Madam, let people go to Baohe Hall." Call my disciples, and I will ask for a medicine box and salt water for infusions. ”

The Zhou family called the people from Baohetang.

Wei Mao and Qin Chong entered the courtyard.

The items that Yang Mo needed were all placed on the table, as if the whole house had been invaded by a strange atmosphere. It's no longer that kind of desolation, but a lot of noise.

Those monks and Taoist priests recited scriptures sadly, burned paper and sent people to the western sky, leaving only wisps of green smoke, and Langzhong of Baohetang ran in and out of the house, the kind of rush and eagerness, which made people seem to be able to hold hope.

There is hope for survival, so many doctors and Lang Zhong will be busy.

How can you save a life if you don't run like this?

Everyone stood aside dumbfounded, not daring to disturb.

Yang Mo finally established an intravenous channel, infused saline into Miss Twelve's body, and then used a simple breathing mask to help Miss Twelve breathe.

This kind of respirator made in ancient times is not very good, but it can effectively squeeze out air.

Yang Mo gently counted the frequency, a little, a little, not fast or slow, and Wei Mao, who was helping next to him, also sweated down.

No one knows if it's going to work.

Suddenly, Miss Twelve's eyelids moved slightly.

Yang Mo only felt that the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, as if he had breathed a breath of the cleanest air, which was indescribably thorough.

"Miss Twelve, Miss Twelve." Yang Mo called softly.

Miss Twelve felt as if she had been pressed into a stone on her eyelids, she struggled hard, and I don't know where the strength came from, so that she opened her eyes a little more, and suddenly all the bright light squeezed in, although it was a little dazzling, but it made her feel warm, and her cold and stiff body seemed to be immersed in warm water at once.

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, and in the darkness she wanted to cry, but she couldn't, she thought that no one would pay attention to her again in her life.

No one will hear her scream.

Help me, help me.

She wanted to give up, but she didn't give up, because she and her brother had agreed that they would hug their mother together when they came back this time, just like other people's mothers and sons.

Her mother hadn't hugged her yet.

So she couldn't stop crying, she couldn't give up.

There was really hope, there was really someone to save her, there was really someone who started talking to her, who started teaching her to breathe, who taught her how to open her eyes.

The man was right in front of her.

The light pierced her eyes, causing her to blink and tears, but she had to see the person clearly.

Be sure to see the person clearly.

That person is here.

She saw it.

……

King Xian walked back and forth in the room, and Zhou Chengling on the chair sat steadily, "You have already thought about marrying the Yang family?" ”

Zhou Chengling said: "At this time, when I see my uncle, I want to discuss this family matter, if the etiquette can be thorough, the sooner the marriage, the better." ”

King Xian couldn't help sighing, he had been looking forward to Zhou Chengling being able to become his own son seriously for a long time, he had been unstable since the emperor gave him the marriage, and there was finally such a day...... Yang.

The Yang family, who made a big name in Beijing.

Xianwang said: "Have you ever thought that the Yang family is a female doctor after all, what will you do in the future?" You can't stay in the court for the rest of your life, and you will ...... in the future The emperor reuses you, and you will restore the king. ”

Zhou Chengling didn't seem to care, "Even if the prince is restored, the Great Zhou Dynasty has no explicit text that the princess can't cure the disease and save people." ”

Xianwang raised his head to look at Zhou Chengling, and said easily, the Yang family will definitely become criticized if he shows his head outside, and the higher Zhou Chengling stands in the future, the more people will hold on.

Zhou Chengling said: "How can saving people's lives not compare to those false reputations, and my uncle will be surprised when he listens carefully to those things that cure diseases and save people." ”

As soon as Zhou Chengling's voice fell, someone came in and said, "Lord Wang, the twelfth miss of the seventh master has saved Miss Yang." (To be continued......)