break the leg, climb up the bunk

"Zi Xia, what's the old lady's situation?"

Zhuang Mingyan walked to the kiln well, still holding a simple oxygen machine in his hand, and when he saw the people down the well, he threw the small oxygen bag at Zhuang Zixia.

Regardless of the fact that he came here on three wheels, there must be absolutely no shortage of necessary supplies. Professionalism, dedication, service, and care are the tenets of the first hospital. Although many people questioned him, Zhuang Mingyan dared to say that since he entered the first hospital , I have always been people-oriented and dedicated.

"There is a wound on the back of the head, not long but a little deep. Judging from the superficial signs, it is probably heart failure. The right hand is red and swollen and cannot be touched. It looks like a bone fracture. There are abrasions all over the body. The cause of the coma may be the back of the head. That wound... Now, how do we get the old lady back?"

Zhuang Zixia roughly talked about what he saw, and Zhuang Mingyan had to look at it professionally. The old lady seemed to be in pain. After taking nitroglycerin, her lips were not so purple, but her face was still pale. Send to the operating room for thorough treatment.

"Well! I know, it will be done soon, I'm working on it!"

Zhuang Mingyan responded without stopping the movement of his hands. He not only brought the basic equipment, but also a backpack strap. In the psychiatric department of the hospital, these things are definitely common. Backpack straps can definitely brute force those mentally ill patients with infinite strength.

Zhuang Mingyan sorted out the things that will be used soon, and Mo Yiqiu was there to help. He tied the rope he brought to the two handles at one end of the stretcher and tied it tightly. Even under load, the knot will not loosen or slip.

Soon, the stretcher was lowered down the well vertically, and another roll of backpack straps was also thrown down. Zhuang Zixia caught it as soon as he stretched out his hand. A silly sigh.

The bottom of the well was not wide, and although the stretcher went down, it could only lean against the well wall upright. Zhuang Zixia put the old lady's arms on his shoulders, put his hands around her waist, and stood up slowly. Hold the old lady and move to the stretcher, let her lean on the stretcher first.

It's just that the old lady in a coma didn't cooperate. Almost as soon as Zhuang Zixia let go, his slightly fat body slid down and fell to the ground like paralyzed mud. This made Zhuang Zixia very embarrassed. If he didn't lean on the stretcher, he would Then there is no way to fix the old lady, but now it is obvious that it is impossible to put the person on the stretcher without first fixing it.

After the third attempt failed, Zhuang Zixia stopped this kind of meaningless behavior. Many people in the kiln were talking about how to do it, each person had an idea, and there were different opinions. It was noisy and noisy like a vegetable market, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Hate.

Zhuang Zixia lowered his head, untied the belt of the backpack first, then helped the old lady up again, and let her lean on the erected stretcher, Zhuang Zixia pressed himself on it, so as to stabilize the old lady's body , so that he can fix the person on the stretcher with a rope.

Therefore, the current posture is that Zhuang Zixia is pressing on the old lady, embracing each other tightly like lovers leaning against the wall. Zhuang Zixia's hands go around under the stretcher behind the old lady, trying to tie the backpack straps.

This posture made Zhuang Zixia frown tightly. Although it was to save someone, he just felt uncomfortable. Holding an old lady with an affectionate look, maybe he was thinking more than he should have thought at this time , but for Zhuang Zixia, who has physical contact and cleanliness, the feeling of being hugged by strangers like this is terrible.

Tie the backpack strap behind the stretcher, then pass it under the old lady's armpit, cross it in front of the chest and tie a knot slightly, then continue to wrap the backpack strap from the old lady's ribs to the back of the stretcher.

After so much tossing and feeling that the old lady's upper body had been fixed on the stretcher, Zhuang Zixia hurriedly backed away, exhaling a breath of pent-up air, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and going back tonight to ask her lover for mental compensation .

After another round of cross-binding, Zhuang Zixia quickly fixed the old lady on the vertical stretcher. Except for the old man's head and arms leaning to the side, the other places were tied very firmly. hurt the old lady.

After Zhuang Zixia tied the last knot, he put the oxygen mask on the old lady again, squeezed the small oxygen pillow next to him a few times, then stood up, looked at the height of the kiln well, and shouted to the top: "Yes! Is there any cotton?"

Zhuang Mingyan probed his head and asked him what he wanted the cotton for. Zhuang Zixia didn't say a word, but pulled hard with his hands at the place where the rope crossed or knotted. He didn't use a cotton pad and pulled it with all his strength. The old lady caused soft tissue damage.

Zhuang Mingyan nodded. The little cousin was really careful in doing things. Fortunately, among the emergency supplies, there was definitely a large bag of hemostatic cotton, which could be used as cotton. He asked that Xiao Li to bring it to him, and threw it to the Zhuang Zixia.

Zhuang Zixia took the big bag of cotton and stuffed hemostatic cotton under the old lady's chest, waist, ribs and other vital parts, and then tried to see if the rope would loosen by pulling vigorously. Pull the person and the stretcher up with force.

"rise……"

With a loud shout, everyone was helping, pulling back hard like a tug-of-war. Some people behind couldn't hold the rope, so they hugged the waist of the person in front and tried their best to save them together.

Zhuang Zixia supported the bottom of the stretcher in the well to ensure that the stretcher would not wobble in mid-air. The well was not too deep, so he quickly pulled up the vertical stretcher together with the old lady.

"Xiaoxia!"

The stretcher had just gone up, and when everyone was busy helping to untie the straps of the backpack, Mo Yiqiu was poking his head by the well. He would never forget that his lover was still below. Of course, he also believed that at this height, for Xiaoxia Not worth mentioning at all.

Sure enough, Zhuang Zixia curled the corners of his mouth at Mo Yiqiu, jumped up, stepped on the barbed wire fence on the wall of the kiln, and then stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the hole, grabbed it with both hands, and then he was handsome and unrestrained. After climbing up, it looked as easy and unrestrained as climbing over a low wall.

"It's okay!"

While everyone's attention was on the comatose old lady, Mo Yiqiu stood beside Zhuang Zixia, and touched his back with his hand without any trace, with nostalgia and care, his lover is always so good , He has to work hard to catch up so as not to be outdone by others.

Mo Yiqiu is very stressed about this, his lover is too good, it will make him very tired after chasing after him, but if he likes it, he can't let go of his hand to anyone, as long as he thinks of letting go of his lover, Mo Yiqiu feels that he will die have.

"fine!"

Zhuang Zixia shook Mo Yiqiu's hand, squeezed it tightly before letting go, he is really fine, he just needs a lover's hug, this can be done at night, God knows, with an unfamiliar old lady Hug, that creepy feeling is still sticking to my heart and lingering.

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