Chapter 208 Rescue! Mouth to Mouth Suction!

Gretel was not the only one to jump up.

Beside the old dwarf, one on the left and one on the right, two younger dwarves jumped up. The two people hurriedly put the old man flat on the stool. After thinking that something was wrong, they lifted it up and put it on the ground...

Gretel: "..." Stop! Although I don’t know why I am short of breath, no matter whether it is pulmonary heart disease, phlegm blocking the trachea, or asthma, people cannot lie down!

People with pulmonary heart disease should lean on their backs, and those with phlegm blockage should lie on their backs and pat their backs. In other situations, each person has his or her own appropriate position, and you can’t just let people lie on their backs!

"Pick him up! Lift him up!"

he shouted as he ran forward. There was chaos all around, no one paid attention to him, no one even looked at him. The old dwarf was lying flat on the ground. The dwarf on the left knelt down to pray. The one on the right was spinning around, shouting:

"Where's my hammer? Where's my hammer?!"

Need a hammer now? ! Gretel really couldn't complain. However, the dwarf on the left had already raised the hammer and raised it up. A white light emitted from the hammer head and fell directly on the old dwarf. The effect was immediate, and the old dwarf's painful expression suddenly became calmer.

Oh...the hammer is a magical piece of equipment, okay. Gretel took a quick look and saw that the handle of the hammer was mottled and smoky. It was clearly used for daily blacksmithing. This, maybe this is indeed normal for dwarves?

Just like a bald bishop carrying a scepter on the battlefield...

The dwarf on the right also found his hammer. The two of them knelt, one at the patient's head and the other at his feet, praying at the same time. One after another, white light fell continuously on the old dwarf.

At this time, the incident had alarmed the entire tavern. The dwarves who were drinking, fist-fighting, and arm-wrestling all stopped their movements and stood up from their stools. Nearly a hundred pairs of eyes were fixed on the platform, waiting for the treatment results and hoping that Elder Talbot would turn the corner.

The healing effect of the two dwarf priests was good at first, but within half a minute, it became worse and worse. The time of remission gradually shortened, and the patient's face became increasingly ugly. The two dwarf priests looked at each other with sweat on their heads. One of them spoke up:

“Brothers, please help me pray together——”

"Let me see him!"

Grete interrupted. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he rushed forward. However, he was only a first-level warrior. After switching to a mage, he became even more inactive and his athletic ability was limited. He stepped on the stool, walked around the table, climbed onto the earth platform, and rushed over thousands of mountains and rivers with great difficulty. When he looked down, the old dwarf's face had changed color, and he was wheezing in his throat, making a sound like a bellows——

Oops!

This is an airway obstruction!

Grete immediately knelt down and stretched out his hand to save him. Naihe's eyes flashed, and a short, steel-like arm stood in front of him, almost pushing him over:

"Who are you? Go away!"

"I am a doctor!—I am a healer!"

……no response. The dwarf priest kneeling beside the old dwarf still stretched out his arms and glared at him fiercely, not allowing him to come near. Gretel said "Ouch" and suddenly reacted:

What I spoke to him was the common language of mankind! He speaks Dwarvish! I relied on [Language Comprehensive]'s translation to understand. That dwarf...

He may not understand what I say!

Stupid is crying, Stupid is crying! Grete hurriedly chanted attentively, and put a [Language Proficient] on the other party. He explained loudly again and threw a healing spell to prove that he was really a priest. The dwarf priest's face softened slightly, and he raised his hand to ask for his help in treatment.

Grete couldn't wait to pounce. When he opened the old dwarf's teeth, he saw that his mouth was sticky and filled with phlegm. Sure enough, the sputum is blocking the airway... Damn it, if you don't clear the sputum quickly and open the airway, what's the use of desperately brushing the treatment!

This is the bad thing about a world with divine magic! Leave everything to magic. Without magic, you wouldn’t know how to cure illnesses, right? ! !

Gretel cursed in his heart, his mind racing. If it was in the previous life, he must have inserted a sputum suction tube, connected it to a negative pressure suction device, and started it. It can take as little as 5 seconds and as much as 15 seconds, and it can definitely suck out the phlegm. But now...

What about the suction tube?

What about negative pressure aspirators?

What about the power supply? ? ?

The patient's face became worse and worse. Gretel did not dare to hesitate anymore, and quickly moved his right hand to dig out the phlegm from the old dwarf's mouth. Pieces of sticky phlegm were dug out, but the old dwarf still did not get better. His body even began to twitch, like a fish out of water, struggling.

This is a lack of oxygen!

The airway is blocked, the blood oxygen saturation drops, and the body is violently agitated. This is the human body's instinct to make its final struggle for life!

"Hold him down!"

Gretel shouted. He lifted the old dwarf's chin with his left hand and tilted his head back, and tried his best to penetrate the patient's mouth with his right hand. Touch your fingers toward the base of the tongue and lingula to stimulate the throat reflex and make the patient cough more violently. There was a lot of phlegm on my fingers, but it was not enough, not enough!

The airway is not clear yet!

Must suction!

The old dwarf's complexion has turned from white to purple, from purple to green, and his agitation has become weaker and weaker. There is not much time left. As long as the human brain is deprived of oxygen for more than 3 minutes, it will cause irreversible damage. And the dwarf's brain can last for several minutes with the support of divine magic...

Gretel didn't want to think about it at all, let alone gamble. He was heartbroken, pinched the old dwarf's nose with his left hand, leaned down, and blocked the old dwarf's mouth with his mouth!

Take a deep breath! Use the negative pressure formed between the mouth and mouth to help suck out the sputum in the airway and keep the patient's airway clear!

The bubble technique on his head shattered silently.

The fishy, ​​sticky liquid rushed straight into the mouth. The smell of tobacco, bad breath, and some other damn smell mixed together and hit him all over his face.

Grete could hardly breathe. His eyes were sore, and tears immediately flowed down.

But you can’t relax, let alone leave! He took a hard breath, then another, and finally tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. Before anyone else could react, Gretel took a deep breath, lowered his head, and repeated the operation again.

One bite!

One bite!

Another bite!

Suck away the phlegm!

Clear your airway!

Race against death!

“x-on:#￥%&……”

"&% x-on:￥……"

There was chaos around him, some people exclaimed, some shouted, and some seemed to yell something at him. Grete turned a deaf ear to them all and focused on rescuing the patients wholeheartedly. I don't know how much phlegm was sucked out. The rebound force from my hand surged upward, and the patient struggled again.

"Hoo...ho...ho..."

A weak, but exhausting sound of inhalation came from the old dwarf's decayed body. There was still phlegm in the airway, but it had become smoother. The old dwarf began to breathe fresh air with all his strength, transporting oxygen to every cell through the work of the alveoli...

This faint sound of breathing sounded like the sound of nature to Gretel's ears. He let go of his hands and slumped back, falling to the ground, unable to help but smile.

Smiling, he turned his head and lay half on the ground, coughing and retching again. Uncontrollable tears flowed all over his face in a short while.

A few rough hands helped him up. Someone pushed him on the wooden pillar, someone handed him water, someone handed him a towel-the towel was as rough as canvas-someone patted his back with the force of driving a pile, and shouted loudly in his ear:

"Good friends! Good brothers!"

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