Interstellar Acupuncture Master

Chapter 54

Fei Yang gasped in pain, and cold sweat instantly covered his whole body.

Lu Siming frowned, his face was as black as a pan, he gently supported Fei Yang to lie down, and was about to take his mobile phone to call Xiaojiling when he caught a glimpse of the light rail door opening, and then a gust of cold wind rushed in, and then, a black shadow swished Gotta run out.

Ah!

Lu Siming snorted coldly, lifted the back of the windbreaker, drew his gun, aimed, and shot, with a bang!

All in one go!

He didn't lose his footing at all because of Fei Yang's impatient wound, his face was cold and calm, and his movements were clean and neat.

After the shooting, Lu Siming didn't look at it at all, and directly stuck the gun back to his waist. The blood on Fei Yang's chest had already stained the white sweater, and there was still blood coming out.

The glass door closed on time, and the light rail slowly drove out of the station. A group of passengers lay on the glass door and looked at the motionless person lying on the ground, getting smaller and smaller until it became a black spot and disappeared. They couldn't help but gasped.

"Oh my god! What kind of immortal marksmanship is this, killing him with one shot!"

"This thief must not have checked the almanac when he went out today!"

"But you deserve it! Stealing is fine, and you dare to hurt people!"

"But don't you have to bear legal responsibility if you kill him directly?"

The onlookers turned their heads and looked at Lu Siming who was squatting on the ground in disbelief.

"There are needles in the right pocket of my jacket, acupuncture box, take it out." Fei Yang said tremblingly.

Lu Siming reached out to touch Fei Yang's pocket, and sure enough, he pinched something hard, which was the starry sky blue iron box he was most familiar with.

Fei Yang pointed to his wound, "Just above the incision, three to three centimeters, put a needle to stop the bleeding." The more he said, the more he lost his strength.

"Me?" Lu Siming was surprised.

Fei Yang nodded.

"I can't!" Lu Siming opened the iron box impatiently, and accidentally spilled out several needles, but he didn't care about it.

If he had known that one day he would be needed to stop Xiao Yang's acupuncture and moxibustion, he would have watched Xiao Yang's acupuncture and moxibustion carefully.

Fei Yang looked at Lu Siming's anxious eyes, squeezed his dry lips, and forced a comforting smile, "It's okay, I'll teach you, you, you've seen it so many times, it's okay. Put the sweater on first. Cut, cut off."

"Okay." Lu Siming raised his head and shouted, "Whoever has scissors, a knife is fine."

A little girl raised her hand cautiously, "I have it, but it's just the kind of small scissors that cut the ends of the hair?"

"Okay." Lu Siming didn't dislike it, it was better than tearing the wound with his bare hands.

"Hey," the little girl hurriedly searched her bag to find some scissors, and handed them to Lu Siming in a hurry.

Lu Siming carefully cut off the sweater, revealing the blood-stained chest, and also saw the wound.

It was about one and a half centimeters long, and blood was oozing from the edge, but luckily the thief inserted the knife in and did not lick it again. The knife also blocked the wound and slowed down the bleeding.

"About three centimeters directly above the wound, you can prick it lightly first, and I'll try the position." Fei Yang was lying down and couldn't see it, and it hurts to raise his head to touch the wound, so he could only use this most stupid method.

"it is good."

It was the second time that Lu Siming felt trembling when he was so old.

The first time he received his brother's body, the moment he pulled the white cloth away, his hands were trembling.

The second time is now.

"Is it here?" Lu Siming controlled the strength to ensure that the skin would not be pierced.

"Move up a little bit, okay, a little bit to the right, here it is."

"How should I prick it?" Lu Siming saw that Fei Yang had been pricked by so many people, and he himself had been pricked, but now that the needle was in his hand, he was at a loss.

Watching a pig run is really not the same as eating pork.

"Pierce one and a half centimeters down, and you can do it." For a pure novice, it is useless to talk about any skills.

Lu Siming saw that the cold sweat on Fei Yang's face was getting more and more, knowing that there was no delay, he suppressed the trembling of his hands, and was more cautious than learning how to operate a mecha for the first time. He observed Fei Yang's expression and inserted the needle little by little.

In fact, Fei Yang didn't feel any pain at all, the severe pain at the wound had already overwhelmed everything else.

Under Fei Yang's command, Lu Siming pricked two acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and the bleeding stopped, leaving only throbbing pain at the wound.

Lu Siming breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone, and called Xiaojiling.

"Immediately send Royal Physician Tang to the Imperial Palace. Xiao Yang has a knife stuck in his right chest, and ask him to prepare things!"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't have any doubts. As a subordinate, his only bounden duty was to obey.

"This man has a background and even knows the imperial doctor, otherwise how dare he kill him with a single shot!"

"That's right, I heard it just now, what imperial doctor Tang?"

Lu Siming didn't hang up the phone directly, and then arranged, "Light Rail No. 5, there is a thief who was hit by an Ecstasy bomb in Ping'an Road Station, arrest him!"

"I feel that this person has a great background."

"Maybe it's pretending to be coercive?"

"I don't feel like it."

"That's because you are too young and have seen too little of the world."

The onlookers murmured.

After hanging up the phone, Fei Yang's face was covered in sweat from the pain, as if he had washed it out.

"Let's go down at the next stop." Lu Siming lowered his head and approached Fei Yang softly.

Fei Yang nodded.

"Uh..." Every movement of any part of the body would cause a painful pain at the wound.

A gust of cool wind blows in, and when the station arrives, the light rail staff finally squeezed through the crowd.

"Let's help you carry it down." The light rail policeman in blue uniform said.

Lu Siming was anxious, his eyes were cold, he just glanced and said, "No need." Then he bent down, carefully avoiding the wound, and hugged Fei Yang horizontally.

Fei Yang was very light, as light as a piece of paper, Lu Siming's heartache was instantly x10, and he just wanted to keep him at home and give him some meat.

"Well!"

Any small change in posture would cause severe pain in the wound. Fei Yang looked painful, and unconsciously grabbed the clothes between Lu Siming's ribs, and suddenly realized that his palms were sweaty, so he quickly let go and clenched his fists .

Lu Siming seemed to have a tacit understanding, lowered his head and approached, and said softly, "It's okay, just hold me tightly if it hurts."

Fei Yang had never experienced the pain of cutting flesh with a knife, and he was a little dazed for a while. He nodded slightly and grabbed Lu Siming's clothes again.

"Uh!" Lu Siming groaned, swallowed it quickly, and pretended to be calm.

When Fei Yang grabbed his clothes, he grabbed the tenderest piece of meat between his ribs under his armpit, and held it tightly in his hand...

Lu Siming insisted on getting out of the station, pulled out the aircraft, carefully hugged Fei Yang to the back seat and lay down, fastened the seat belt, jumped into the driver's seat in two steps, and ignored the seat belt, started the aircraft, and turned back Glancing at Fei Yang again, he turned around and took a stance on the aircraft, flying at 5 times the speed, and within a minute, he arrived at the entrance of the villa.

Lu Siming got up, stepped directly to the back seat, and unbuckled the seat belt. Little Clever led Dr. Tang and a group of people were already waiting below.

Lu Siming opened the door of the aircraft, and a group of people carefully lifted Fei Yang off under the command of Doctor Tang with curly hair and blue eyes, and put him on a stretcher. Lu Siming jumped down, put away the aircraft, and followed anxiously.

in the bedroom.

On the big white bed of 9 square meters, Fei Yang's small body looked extraordinarily thin, and his pale face made people feel distressed.At this moment, it was as if it was fished out of the water, and the lips were bloodless and pale.

The starry sky blue down jacket outside has been taken off, and the blood stains are stained on the white sheets, Lu Siming's heart aches when he sees it.

"ID." Doctor Tang asked.

"xxxxxxx" Lu Siming was unlucky.

"Type B, blood transfusion." Dr. Tang ordered to the nurse.

After the birth of an imperial person, the blood type will be recorded on the ID, which can be queried only by entering the ID number.

Lu Siming was so anxious that he grabbed Dr. Tang who was still taking his blood pressure step by step, "Draw your knife quickly!"

Old man Tang was so angry that he just wanted to roll his eyes, "I'm so scared that you have a heart attack!"

"If you can't save him, I'll dig out your heart!" Seeing Fei Yang's face getting paler and paler, Lu Siming's eyes were on fire, and his words were even more like a fucking tube, ready to explode at any time.

The little witty waited in the corner, not daring to vent his breath. Their marshals rarely lose their composure, especially the imperial doctor Tang Dayin in front of him. When the queen had dystocia, they were both mother and child under the care of Tang Yuyi. The marshal has always been Very respectful.

Old man Tang shook off Lu Siming's big iron-like hands angrily, straightened his wrinkled neckline, and continued to work, "If you don't nag, maybe you can be saved!"

Lu Siming also realized that he was too irritable just now, and now he was breathing heavily. Standing by the bed, he watched Old Man Tang's every move closely.

After Tang Dayin confirmed the blood pressure and blood volume, he carefully confirmed the depth of the knife, his complexion gradually sank, and he murmured to himself, "The location is on the artery, and a knife can easily stop the blood."

When Lu Siming heard this, he was immediately angry, and lifted old man Tang up again, glaring, "It's easy to stop! Nothing can't be stopped! It must be stopped! It must be..."

Doctor Tang was raised twice, and he was also angry, without any fear, "Then you come!"

"you--"

"Stay aside if you don't understand! Just hurrying can save lives?!"

"Marshal! Marshal! Doctor Xiao Yang wants to speak." Seeing Fei Yang's lips moving in the corner, Xiaojiling stretched out his hand in the direction where Lu Siming and Doctor Tang were arguing, and hurriedly stopped them.

As soon as Lu Siming heard Xiao Yang, he threw Imperial Doctor Tang aside, rushed to the bedside, and leaned gently to avoid shaking the wound, "Xiao Yang, what did you say?"

Fei Yang looked at Tang Dayin, "Doctor, you, don't be angry."

"Of course, you can't be angry with fools."

Fei Yang nodded, "Pull it out, the silver needle can stop the bleeding." Fei Yang said weakly.

Tang Dayin hesitated, "But just a few needles..." It really seemed unreliable.

"Yes, trust me." Fei Yang nodded and gave Doctor Tang a reassuring look.

The blood had already been transfused. Seeing that Fei Yang's lips had regained a little color, Tang Dayin didn't hesitate any longer, "Bring me the medicine kit."

Prepared disinfection equipment, hemostatic gauze, and put on sterile gloves, Tang Dayin knelt on the bed, holding the handle of the knife with both hands very lightly, still shaking the wound, Fei Yang frowned, and nodded to indicate to the doctor that it was okay.

Lu Siming stared fixedly at Tang Dayin's wrinkled hands, his heart beating in his throat.

Tang Dayin took a deep breath and gave Fei Yang a comforting look, "I'm going to pull it out."

Fei Yang twitched in pain, opened and closed his mouth, and finally said, "Mum, please pull it out quickly." It really hurts to cut flesh with a slow knife.

Tang Dayin nodded, "Huh~"

Lu Siming clenched his fists tightly, not daring to blink his eyes.