C22 Cut Throat Oxygen Supply

Lee Miaoyin looked up and saw the six or seven year old boy holding his neck with both hands. His lips were wide open and his face was purple.

Bai Wenhao hurriedly stood up and held Bai Wenyuan's body with one hand while slapping his back with the other.

After a dozen slaps, the thing stuck in Bai Wenyuan's throat still did not come out. His face had turned the color of a pig's liver, and his eyes were rolling up and his limbs were sagging as he slowly lost consciousness. Lee Miaoyin rushed forward, rolled Bai Wenyuan's eyelids, and said to Xiaotao, "Hurry up and get my cloth bag." Xiaotao rushed off, and Lee Miaoyin reached out to sweep the wine and tea off the table, ordering Bai Wenhao to lay Wenyuan flat on the table and unbutton his collar.

Lee Chengji pulled Lee Miaoyin's hand and said angrily, "What are you doing? Still not giving way? has gone to get a doctor. "

Lee Miaoyin threw Lee Chengji's hand away and said loudly, "It's too late. If this goes on, even if we can survive, our brains will be damaged due to long-term hypoxia and we will become retards."

Bai Gangru panicked. There were a lot of people who choked to death from not being able to eat well, and there were those who were stupid and did not try to save him in time. How could he not panic?

Bai Wenhao looked at the nearly unconscious Bai Wenyuan and asked Lee Miaoyin, "Are you confident?"

Lee Miaoyin didn't look up. She undid the remaining buttons and coldly said, "Eighty percent."

By then, Xiaotao had already rushed over, panting heavily as she handed the cloth bag over.

Lee Miaoyin quickly unwrapped the cloth and took out a small knife from the circle on the cloth. The small knife was about an inch wide and five inches long, and it was at Muzhang County that she had asked the craftsman to craft it for several months. It was extremely sharp.

When Xiaotao saw that she had done some small surgery on the small animals, she knew some of the steps. Seeing that the Miss had taken the knife, she quickly fetched the wine and sprinkled it on the knife to disinfect it.

Lee Miaoyin took the knife and said coldly, "Break the hairpin on your head and soak in the wine." The hairpin was a gift from Lee Miaoyin to Xiaotao years ago. It was carved from ordinary white jade. The most unusual thing was that the hairpin was shaped like a tube. It was like a jade Xiao, but it didn't have any small holes.

When everyone saw Lee Miaoyin reaching her extremely sharp knife towards Bai Wenyuan's neck, they all cried out in alarm.

Bai Wenhao stopped his father and asked Lee Miaoyin, "Can we trust you?"

Lee Miaoyin said sternly, "Regardless of whether you believe it or not, as a doctor, I will never tolerate a patient dying before my eyes. I will not do anything."

"No, this is not saving him. This is harming him. I will not allow you to attack Yuan'er." Bai Gangru said anxiously.

Lee Miaoyin pointed at Bai Wenyuan and said, "He's already out of breath. There's still a chance for him to survive. If it's too late, I can't guarantee what the consequences will be."

Bai Gangru looked at his son, whose chest was no longer heaving. His body staggered and almost fell. Bai Wenhao supported him and said to Li Yin, "Please make a move, I believe in you."

Lee Miaoyin did not delay any longer and immediately cut open Bai Wenyuan's windpipe. Xiaotao used a clean cloth to suck up the blood and handed over the hollow pipe hairpin that had broken the head and tail.

Lee Miaoyin put the hairpin into the cut trachea and bent over the hairpin to give oxygen until Bai Wenyuan's breathing recovered.

Bai Gangru, who was on the verge of fainting, saw his son's chest rise and fall again and finally believed that Lee Miaoyin was indeed saving people, not harming them.

Lee Miaoyin helped Bai Wenyuan up, ordering Bai Wenhao to continue patting Wenyuan on the back. After patting Wenyuan a dozen more times, Bai Wenyuan finally spat out the jujube core.