Xiao Yunying quickly unpacked the asthma inhaler, opened the cap, and sprayed it into the air twice to ensure smooth medication dispensing.
He came to the bedside and said to Chen Yuancheng, "Open your mouth."
Chen Yuancheng was struggling to breathe and couldn't speak. He asked her with his eyes what she wanted to do.
Xiao Yunying picked up the spray in her hand: "I have medicine for asthma... just medicine to relieve wheezing. Do you trust me? If you trust me, open your mouth and I'll give you the medicine."
Chen Yuancheng opened his mouth without hesitation, and Xiao Yunying put the spray nozzle into his mouth and pressed the spray button twice.
He then put down the spray bottle, quickly assembled the portable oxygen cylinder, wiped the powder off Chen Yuancheng's mouth and nose with his sleeve, covered his mouth and nose with the oxygen mask, and pressed the exhalation button as Chen Yuancheng breathed.
"Breathe slowly, don't rush or be afraid, you'll be fine."
The powder on Chen Yuancheng's face was rough, and you could see unidentified dried flower petal particles that were not completely ground into powder. His symptoms were clearly caused by inhaling pollen and an allergic reaction.
She was given a combined bronchodilator and corticosteroid nasal spray, which is more potent and can both relieve dilation and control inflammation.
Ling Qi's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Xiao, the hot water is ready."
"Please wait outside for a moment."
"How is my young master?"
"Don't worry, with me here, I won't let anything happen to your young master."
After about two or three minutes, Chen Yuancheng's breathing gradually stabilized. Xiao Yunying let him breathe oxygen for a while longer and put down the portable oxygen cylinder: "Isn't it much better? Try breathing slowly yourself."
Chen Yuancheng said weakly, "I'm much better."
"Would you like to get up and sit for a while?"
"good."
Xiao Yunying helped him sit up against the bed, took off her basket and placed it on the table. In front of him, she put the asthma inhaler and portable oxygen cylinder into the basket.
After covering himself with the cloth, he lowered his head and laughed. Very good, it has that "burying one's head in the sand" vibe.
Xiao Yunying didn't dare turn around to meet the questioning gaze. She opened the door and let Ling Qi bring in some water.
My brain raced, trying to explain these strange medicines and oxygen cylinders, and how I could explain that I had taken them out without taking off my backpack.
I was so focused on relieving Chen Yuancheng's symptoms that I didn't think much about it. Now what should I do? Is she packing her bags and preparing to run away?
Ling Qi placed the wooden basin on the table and ran to the bedside with a worried expression: "Young Master, how are you?"
"It's alright now, thanks to Yunying."
Ling Qi turned around and knelt down in front of Xiao Yunying with a thud, kowtowing three times so fast that Xiao Yunying didn't even have time to react before he finished.
"Thank you so much, Miss Xiao, for saving my life."
"Oh My God."
What's wrong with people in ancient times? She really can't stand having to kneel down all the time.
Xiao Yunying went over and helped Ling Qi up: "I am friends with your young master, and I happen to know a way to relieve wheezing. How could I not help him? Don't kneel to me casually in the future. I don't like kneeling to people, and I don't like others kneeling to me either."
"Miss Xiao saved my young master; she is Ling Qi's benefactor."
“I said we’re friends, what’s with all this talk about being a benefactor? You’ve elevated me to such a high status, how will your son ever treat me with the normal respect due to a friend?”
Chen Yuancheng leaned against the bedside, looking dejected, and said, "It's no wonder Ling Qi is so nervous. Ever since I was diagnosed with wheezing when I was young, all the doctors I've consulted have said that I'm very likely not to live past the age of fifteen. Every time I have an attack, I may die."
Xiao Yunying knew this.
Asthma attacks are quite frightening, and since there is no cure, we can only prevent and alleviate them.
In ancient times, when medical care was underdeveloped and communication and transportation were inconvenient, asthma attacks could easily lead to lung and heart damage due to lack of timely treatment.
Severe symptoms can lead to coma or even sudden death.
Xiao Yunying felt a little sad as she thought of herself in her previous life.
She knew all too well what it felt like to have an asthma attack, because the tightness in her chest, difficulty breathing, and the feeling of suffocation would come over her.
Moreover, what's even more terrifying than the physical discomfort is that when the disease first strikes, the patient is fully conscious and constantly feels like they are going to suffocate and die.
If treatment is timely, all is well; if not, one may slowly fall into a coma while caught in these terrifying thoughts, which is even more agonizing.
She took a deep breath, dispelling the sadness in her heart, went to the table, dampened a towel with warm water, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently wiped away the remaining face powder from his face and neck, saying:
"What kind of unreliable doctors have you seen? They're not skilled enough to cure you, so they exaggerate the severity of your condition."
They say you won't live past fifteen, so you won't live past fifteen. Who do they think they are? They're not the King of Hell.
You're eighteen this year, and nineteen after the New Year, which further proves that those incompetent doctors were talking nonsense. Why let their words cause you unnecessary worry?
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