Tomb Raider: The Saint of Wanjiang and Her Guardians

Then he kicked to the other side, and the oil in the pan splashed. Huo Dafu quickly picked up the apron beside him and covered the girl's head with it and pushed her away.

Chi Gu had a smile on his face, and his calm look made Huo Daofu feel helpless.

He looked at the people queuing around him and sighed: "Bring them in."

Chi Gu tilted his head to look at the fat man, and the fat man quickly ran to the car and carried Wuxie out. Chi Gu's driver anxiously held an umbrella for them.

The fat man carefully placed Wuxie on the table and said, "Hurry and take a look! He is suspected of pulmonary fibrosis. It was already very serious. As a result, he was surrounded by a cement truck today. It was full of dust. He was suffocated in there for a long time. When he came out, he vomited blood and then he died."

Chi Gu was playing with a silver ball in his hand, watching Huo Daof take out a large box and take out a stethoscope from it.

He checked and shook his head: "His lung function is already very weak, and he has no ability to do it on his own. He may have asthma at any time. He should stay well now, breathe fresh air, and rest.

At this time, the most feared thing is catching a cold or having a fever. Inhaling dust again will accelerate the onset of the previous illness and it cannot be cured. "

Fatty: "Then...what should we do? What should we do...?"

Huo Dafu sighed: "His lung function has failed. The only way to save him is a lung transplant, with a five-year survival rate of 35%."

Fatty: "35% is not low, it's worth it!"

Hodolf: "He is already in the stage of collapse, and where can I find lungs for him at this time?"

Fatty: "I have two, I'll give you one!"

Huo Dafu: "Don't get excited now. He has another problem. His liver is also showing signs of failure. If he undergoes surgery now, I'm afraid his body won't be able to bear it.

His blood may be different from that of ordinary people. Logically speaking, he should be in the hospital with a tube inserted and waiting to die. "

The fat man shook his head and patted his stomach: "There must be a way, right? The liver also has it, yes!"

Chi Gu and Bai Haotian looked at each other. At this moment, they seemed to have the same thoughts in their minds. Chi Gu had never seen Fatty Wang begging for help in such a undignified way, nor had he ever seen anyone do this for others.

Huo Daofu looked at Chi Gu and said, "If I put him on a ventilator now, I'm afraid he won't be able to get it off later... I'm taking a risk and giving it a try, but don't blame me whether I can save him or not."

Fatty and Chi Gu looked at each other and nodded: "We must save him."

Hodolf brought a basin of oil and a tube to let the oil enter Wu Xie's respiratory tract through the siphon effect: "This is a folk method used in the diamond mines of Borneo. Most of the workers there have serious problems. The cement clumps when it meets water in the lungs. Use oil to wash it out quickly."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

"Tian Zhen! He vomited it out!" The fat man hurriedly helped Wu Xie up. Wu Xie coughed up a lot of oil, and dust also came out with it.

The fat man patted his face in confusion: "Why...why is he ignoring me?"

Huo Dafu: "The next 24 hours are critical. You must keep a close eye on him. If it happens again, I'm afraid..."

Time passed by, Fatty, Xiaobai, and even Chigu were all guarding Wuxie...