Xia Dong's eyes lit up: "Teacher, Dr. Song said he needs these two things to treat Lulu's illness!"
"Oh, oh, oh! I'll have someone prepare right away!" Han Weiguo said, striding out.
In less than three minutes, he came in carrying a stack of bowls, with a large handful of chopsticks stuck in his pocket: "Dr. Song, look at these, which one can I use?"
—He ran to the hospital cafeteria and took all the bowls, chopsticks, and pots.
“Any of these will do.” Song Honghui picked up the top bowl and then randomly grabbed a pair of chopsticks. “I also need some well water.”
Han Weiguo strode out again and quickly returned with a full bucket of well water—borrowed from the unit next to the hospital.
Song Honghui asked for cinnabar again, dipped his index finger in well water, mixed it well, and wrote some scribbled things on his palm.
Then he scooped up a bowl of well water, first applying the cinnabar pattern from his palm into it, then brought the bowl to the bedside, picked up Xia Tianlu's right hand, and grasped her index finger.
Then she arranged the chopsticks into a cross shape and pressed the intersection of the cross with Xia Tianlu's index finger: "Come on, help her up."
Xia Dong and Han Weiguo did as instructed with some skepticism.
Song Honghui handed the water glass to Han Weiguo: "In a moment, I'll pry open her mouth, and you'll pour a mouthful of water into it. Remember, rotate the bowl clockwise, and pour a mouthful of water into each of the four sections marked by the chopsticks."
"Okay." Han Weiguo nervously held the bowl, while Xia Tianlu's soft fingers pressed against the cross-shaped spot on the chopsticks.
Song Honghui pried open Xia Tianlu's mouth: "Pour it in!"
"Glug glug..." Han Weiguo gulped down a mouthful of water, but there was no reaction.
"Change direction, pour it in again!"
"Glug glug..."
"Recycle it again, irrigate it again!"
"Glug glug..."
"Transfer, irrigate!"
"Glug glug..."
After those few sips of water, Xia Tianlu didn't seem to swallow them, but she was indeed gone.
Song Honghui said, "Alright, put the person down. Whether it goes smoothly or not depends on fate."
He wiped his sweat as he spoke.
Just then, Xia Tianlu suddenly began to tremble violently without warning, and as she trembled, a large amount of water flowed from her nose and mouth.
Then, a sharp pain struck, and she woke up instantly!
Although she was given a sedative, she woke up!
She pushed Han Weiguo away and sat up.
A sharp pain shot through my throat, accompanied by a feeling of suffocation.
Xia Tianlu pointed painfully to her throat, trembled a few times, and a mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of her mouth!
Xia Dong quickly supported her from behind, grabbing her hand as she reached for the tube in her neck: "Lulu, how are you feeling?"
"Quick, call a doctor!" Song Honghui finally realized, "She's dying!"
Han Weiguo rushed out.
However, the chief surgeon has taken personal leave these past few days, and several of his close associates have followed suit, leaving only a few stubborn junior surgeons still holding their posts.
Han Weiguo dragged several people to the ward.
"Yellow Medicine! Quickly, get the Yellow Medicine!" Song Honghui had some experience. "Bring several bottles, dissolve the insurance agent in water! Hurry!"
Yunnan Baiyao is available in every hospital. The young doctors rushed out, and soon a bowl containing about 20 milliliters of mud made from the insured drug was handed to Song Honghui.
He grabbed Xia Tianlu's mouth again: "This is to save your life, don't spit it out!"
Xia Tianlu obediently blinked her eyes, and she could also feel her life force rapidly slipping away.
Song Honghui poured the mud from the insurance pot into Xia Tianlu's mouth, then covered her mouth.
Xia Tianlu struggled desperately for a long time, but Song Honghui still managed to force the mud into her mouth.
A dozen seconds later, Song Honghui released her.
Summer dew has calmed down.
Xia Dong and Han Weiguo both breathed a sigh of relief.
Because she had been intubated, Xia Tianlu couldn't speak, but she signaled to Xia Dong with her eyes that she had something to say.
Xia Dong handed her paper and a pen.
Xia Tianlu wrote with such force that she tore the paper.
After she finished writing with great effort, Xia Dong and Han Weiguo went over to take a look and saw five big characters written on the white paper—Kill Su Ruyi!
Song Honghui obviously saw it too, but he immediately lowered his head.
This is not within his scope of medical treatment, so it's not his responsibility.
Xia Dong hugged Xia Tianlu and said in a coaxing tone, "Lulu, don't worry. Once you're better, Daddy will avenge you, okay?"
Han Weiguo walked up to Song Honghui and said, "Dr. Song, I see that key wheel is still stuck around the child's neck. You haven't cured him yet?"
Song Honghui wiped his sweat: "I... I didn't say I could definitely cure him!"
"Where is your master's grave? Maybe she buried the methods of healing with her?" Han Weiguo was already going crazy.
"My master is alive and well?!" Song Honghui was stunned. "No, sir, do you mean you're going to dig up my master's grave? He's still alive, and you're going to dig up his grave?"
"Alive and well?!" Now it was Han Weiguo's turn to be dumbfounded. "He...he wasn't he supposed to have passed away a long time ago?"
"Don't be like that! The old lady is in excellent health!" Song Honghui spat three times. "Even if you're the top leader, you shouldn't curse people like that!"
"Little old lady???" Han Weiguo was completely petrified. "Little...your master is a woman?!"
"Sigh! Why is it so hard to talk to you!" Song Honghui sighed. "Didn't I write down my master's name before? My master is He Yuan, a woman!"
"..." Han Weiguo felt a rush of stars before his eyes, grabbed the wall for support, and squatted down on the ground along the base of the wall.
He glanced at Song Honghui, whose expression was a mixture of confusion and indignation, then at Xia Dong, who was holding Xia Tianlu's wrist, then at the young doctor who was giving Xia Tianlu an IV sedative, and finally his gaze settled on Xia Tianlu, whose eyes were blank.
"Little Qian!" he shouted as he stepped outside the door.
Xiao Qian, who was dozing off on the stairs not far away, suddenly jumped up and ran to his side: "Sir, I'm sorry, I... I'm too sleepy!"
"Go investigate. Bring me all seven of them, those under 40! I want to see them in the conference room first thing tomorrow morning!" Han Weiguo gritted his teeth.
"Okay!" Xiao Qian agreed and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Han Weiguo shouted again, "Let someone else handle the search! Go to Zhang Bin's place and bring Su Ruyi here with my message!"
"Huh?" Xiao Qian looked troubled. "Can Minister Zhang release them?"
"Just tell her we need her cooperation in investigating a case!" Han Weiguo said, then wrote another note for Xiao Qian. "Take this; he'll have to give me this much face!"
Xiao Qian took the note, put it in his breast pocket, buttoned it up, and then left.
"Su Ruyi? She was already picked up by Chief Han's men!" Zhang Bin's secretary greeted the sweating Xiao Qian with great surprise. "You didn't know?"
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