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Chapter 322: Fair Trade, No Worries About Life and Death


He Yiru looked at the person on the bed, "Master, I feel that since I came to give him daily care, his body has become weaker day by day.

Do I need to give him two more tubes of protein?"

"No need," Jian Qing said calmly.

This person was originally bought by him for experimentation, and the condition of the transaction was to help him take care of his family.

And his experiment was to see how many days a strong man could survive after being injected with this new medicine and eating normally.

Between them, there is fair trade and no worries about life or death.

"If there is nothing abnormal, you don't have to stay here all the time."

Jian Qing felt that He Yiru was too soft-hearted and taking care of him too carefully would interfere with his experiments, so he put one hand behind his back and pointed towards He Yiru with the other.

Like a move.

He Yiru nodded his chin knowingly.

Anyway, the patient's food intake was rationed, and it would take some time for the patient to finish drinking.

Just come back in two hours and remove his esophagus.

He Yiru walked around the hospital bed and prepared to go out with him.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound of "hiccup" from the bed.

He Yiru's first reaction was to realize that something was wrong with the patient.

Before Jian Qing could move, she had already changed her direction and trotted towards the patient.

I saw the fluid from the patient's mouth gurgling out from the corners of his mouth, as if he was vomiting again without much effort.

He Yiru didn't know what was wrong and was a little at a loss.

Jian Qing followed up and quickly pulled the esophagus from the man's mouth and threw it on the ground.

She reached out and looked at his eyes, which were already glowing with white light.

Immediately afterwards, the instrument connected to the man sounded an alarm, his blood pressure plummeted, and his heart stopped.

"Esophageal blockage caused suffocation, prepare for inflatable expansion."

Jian Qing made the diagnosis calmly, put on surgical clothes, gloves, and masks without haste, and began to prepare surgical tools.

He Yiru directly pulled out a towel, cleaned the corners of the patient's mouth, took a deep breath, opened the patient's mouth and nose and bent down.

The fresh mouth met the man's dry lips.

Without hesitation, he just tried his best to blow the air he sucked into the other person's mouth.

When Jian Qing turned around and saw the scene in front of her, her pupils suddenly tightened and she shouted sternly, "Yi Ru, stop it."

This person was inhaled by him.

The lytic virus will infect the intestines and cause diarrhea and death.

Artificial respiration can certainly relieve the current symptoms, but the lytic virus is something that can be fatal once it comes into contact with the digestive tract.

The infection rate can be as high as 100%.

He Yiru took a breath and looked up at the heart rate monitor.

Watching the man's heartbeat and blood pressure gradually recover, he smiled at Jian Qing and said, "Master, have my first aid abilities improved?"

Jian Qing rushed over like a gust of wind, and the surgical knives he had just prepared were scattered on the floor, making ping-pong noises.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his originally handsome face looked extremely pale at the moment.

He grabbed He Yiru's wrist and scolded him suppressedly, "Yiru, when can you protect yourself?"

The last time she poured tea and took the boiling water with her hands, this time she gave artificial respiration to the patients in the advanced isolation care unit.

Why didn't she take her own body seriously?

Seeing that his tone was suddenly so solemn, He Yiru also showed a trace of panic, but she still comforted him and said, "Don't worry, don't you think I'm fine now?"

Jian Qing stared at the bit of liquid still remaining at the corner of her mouth, holding a breath in her chest and feeling extremely regretful

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