"Me?" Yuntong looked at Wu Zheng in surprise.

After witnessing Wu Zheng's resurrection, Yuntong felt that he was a toddler in front of Wu Zheng, and he lost his confidence for a while.

Wu Zheng nodded: "Uncle Yun, what you said is right, Erdan's father was indeed injured by someone's lungs, and now that the bruises have been released, the next thing will be treated according to your method." ”

Wu Zheng is not a doctor after all, even if he was an elite among agents in his previous life, he only knew some first-aid knowledge, and he used special drugs.

And these medicines are impossible to use in this world, so Wu Zheng will not present this ability, and it is better to hand them over to professionals in this world.

After getting Wu Zheng's affirmation, Yuntong said excitedly: "Thanks to my uncle's affordability, Yuntong will not let my uncle down." ”

In the end, Wu Zheng explained that Erdan's mother remembered to replace Erdan's father with a boiled bandage, and in exchange for Erdan's mother and son kowtowing to him, which made Wu Zheng feel a little blushing, but it was just a simple cardiopulmonary resuscitation, which had already made the mother and son kowtow to him twice.

But when I think about it, this era is like this, this is not to say that they are inherently humble, in Wu Zheng's opinion, this is more like a catharsis when they can't express their emotions in words, so Wu Zheng's heart seems to feel much better.

The appearance of the mother and son is still very excited, after all, just now everyone was still saying that the second egg and his father were dead, and people could not be resurrected after death, so he called his mother and son mourn, but now he was saved by himself, and for their mother and son, they undoubtedly saw a glimmer of light in hell and there was hope in life.

Coming out of Erdan's house, Xiang'er was very happy along the way, and her eyes were full of admiration when she looked at Wu Zheng, she had always felt worthless because her young lady married a stupid father-in-law, but she didn't expect this silly aunt in her eyes to surprise her again and again.

First of all, Shi Mishu solved the problem of sister-in-law Xiaocui's dystocia, which made the old mother of Natian unable to handle it, not only saved sister-in-law Xiaocui from the ghost gate, but also let sister-in-law Xiaocui get a fat son, that day sister-in-law Xiaocui cried, He Laowu, a big man also cried, and their children were also crying, the family was crying, but Xiang'er felt that their family was very happy, really happy, because she also cried, but her heart was happy.

Then my uncle saw that we had no salt to eat and took out the salt from the stone nest, but now there is Zhao Yi stumbling up, otherwise the whole village would have eaten the refined salt boiled by my uncle now, and the damn Zhao Yi must not die well.

Now the second egg and his father are obviously dead, no breathing and no heartbeat, but my uncle said that he was not dead, and he really came back to life in my uncle's hands.

Xiang'er had only heard this kind of thing in her aunt's affairs before, but now it happened in her uncle's hands, which made Xiang'er feel like a dream, but looking back at those who came out of Erdan's house, they all looked surprised with a smile on their faces, Xiang'er knew that this was not a dream, it was true, and her aunt really had the ability to bring people back to life.

"Is it true that Xianggong has the art of resurrecting the dead in this world?" Seinfeld couldn't help but ask curiously.

Wu Zheng smiled: "How can there be any way to bring the dead back to life?" It's just that people are not dead. ”

Seinfeld was surprised: "How is this possible, I can see it clearly, there is no heartbeat and breathing, how can it be that he is not dead yet?" ”

Hearing Seinfeld ask like this, Wu Zheng really wanted to say with a bad taste, and said that there was no heartbeat and breathing, what happened to his father?

"What are you laughing at?" Seinfeld said puzzled.

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "Sometimes judging whether a person is dead or not is not enough to just look at breathing and heartbeat, such as body temperature, there is still body temperature on his father at that time!" ”

Seinfeld said: "It's normal that someone who just died still has residual warmth on his body!" ”

"In that case, it depends on the pupils." Wu Zheng pointed to his eyes and said: "Our pupils can't deceive people, you can hold your breath without breathing, you can't have a heartbeat, ordinary people can't do it, but it shouldn't be difficult for a martial arts master like you!" However, the reaction of the pupils to light is not controlled by the person, the pupils of the dead are dilated, and the pupils of the living will shrink as soon as they see the light. ”

"So you open his eyes and conclude he's not dead?"

Wu Zheng couldn't help but glance at Seinfeld, not bad! This wife actually knows how to draw inferences.

Later, Wu Zheng explained to him what cardiopulmonary resuscitation was, although Seinfeld didn't understand it for a while, but the method was known, looking at her eager appearance, I really wished that there was another second egg and his father lying here for her to try.

Wu Zheng couldn't help but ask the question when he saw it: "Next time you really encounter this thing, you remember to find a piece of cloth and paper or something to pad, you don't know how smelly the mouth of the second egg and his father is, if it weren't for seeing their mother and son crying pitifully, I wouldn't have done it." ”

When Wu Zheng tried his best to save people, he was infected by Wu Zheng's desperate appearance, and he was looking forward to his father coming back to life, who cared about the process of artificial respiration? Now that Wu Zheng mentioned this, Seinfeld's face, which was still eager to try just now, immediately turned red, and at the same time, compared with such a magic skill and a personal name, it seems that such a magic skill is still not learned.

The waiting time always feels long, I don't know when Zhao Yi will come, I don't know how those Jinqi are doing, and I don't know if those Jinqi can solve Zhao Yi's trouble.

Fortunately, his father finally lived, although he couldn't get out of bed yet, but when he saw Wu Zheng and Seinfeld coming to visit him, he still burst into tears, and he couldn't wait to get out of bed immediately and kowtow to the two of them to thank him.

The story of his father's resurrection spread in the village, and Wu Zheng's image in everyone's hearts finally changed from a silly aunt to a real doctor who did not show his face.

After all, they are all horses, and no one dares to guarantee whether they can come back alive for the next deal, if there is a miracle doctor like Wu Zheng, then there is undoubtedly one more life talisman for the people in the village.

So after that, the people in the village became more respectful to Wu Zheng, but it made the Liu family father and son more and more worried that if this continued, Wu Zheng's reputation in the village would become higher and higher, and the position of Seinfeld, the owner of the village, would become more and more dangerous.

Fortunately, Seinfeld didn't seem to have such a worry, not to mention, and the number of times she ran into Wu Zheng's small building became more and more diligent, even if she didn't listen to Wu Zheng's story, standing next to him and grinding ink for him to watch him write seemed to be a very interesting thing for her.

Wu Zheng thinks this is a good thing, because if it goes on like this, it will not be far from the day when the two of them will live in the same small building.

"Xianggong, are you writing the stories you said?"

Seinfeld didn't know many words, which made Wu Zheng a little puzzled, since Fei'er's mother was an Oiran, she must be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, why did she have so much trouble even reading letters when she got to Fei'er?

But when I thought that her mother was robbed like herself, I was embarrassed to ask more.

Wu Zheng said with a smile: "Since Zhao Yiken spent twenty taels of silver to listen to my story, then why can I write them into a script and sell them?" ”

"Selling scripts?" Seinfeld's eyes lit up and said, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it? The story told by Xiang Gong is so good, it will definitely be sold in the entire Longtan County, and maybe it can be sold to the Shendu through the caravan, so a picture book can be bought for twenty wen, and fifty copies is the consistent money! Xianggong, we have made a fortune. ”