Lao Tzu is Hades

On the way back, Yao Chunlei couldn't help but said: "Tingting, that Jiang Feng... is that really your boyfriend?"

Chen Biting was speechless for a while and didn't know how to answer.

Back in the dormitory, the two girls lay down with their own thoughts, but the same figure flashed across their minds...

...

Watching the two girls leave the hospital, Jiang Feng got in the car and was about to go home.

Halfway through, I suddenly received a message from Pan Mudan, asking him to go to the noodle shop, his tone seemed very anxious.

Jiang Feng wondered, most likely something went wrong in the noodle restaurant, so he drove over quickly, not even the traffic lights.

boom!

With this anxiety, when running the red light, he accidentally ran into a person, knocking the person more than ten meters away, and hitting the other side of the road.

"Fucked!"

Jiang Feng hurriedly stopped, you know, his speed just hit 140!

What surprised Jiang Feng was that as soon as he got out of the car, the man patted his clothes and stood up, as if nothing had happened, he continued to bury his head and walk forward without coming to his own theory.

It was an ancient, pale-haired old man with a slightly hunched back, but other than that, his body was still tough.

Ordinary people were hit by this speed, immortal and disabled, but this old man seemed to have nothing!

Although the other party didn't find his own theory, Jiang Feng couldn't ignore it.

Out of concern, he hurried to catch up and said, "The old man stay!"

Hearing the shout, the old man stopped and turned around, glanced at Jiang Feng, and said, "Young man, drive a little slower in the future!"

His tone was neither happy nor sad, and he couldn't hear happiness or anger, but his tone was a bit sharp and cold, which made Jiang Feng shudder.

Somehow, facing the old man's peaceful gaze, Jiang Feng was a little shocked, you know, he is a martial sage of the fourth rank!

"The expert is definitely an expert!"

Jiang Feng muttered a few words in his heart. When he looked up again, the old man had already gone far.

"Fortunately, he is an expert, otherwise, I might really kill him!"

Jiang Feng secretly sighed by luck. After getting in the car, he calmed down a few mouthfuls, slowed down, and continued to set off.

...

When I arrived at the noodle shop, I saw Pan Mudan standing outside at a loss, in a hurry.

Seeing Jiang Feng, she quickly greeted him, blocked Jiang Feng in the door of the car, and said: "Xiao Feng, it's not good! Something happened!"

Jiang Feng said: "What's the matter with Sister Peony? Don't worry, speak slowly!"

Pan Mudan said: "Someone just finished eating noodles, and suddenly said that he couldn't breathe, and then he passed out and couldn't wake up!"

"Isn't it because of the porcelain?" Jiang Feng frowned, because of the sanitary problems of the noodle restaurant, he can absolutely guarantee it.

Pan Mudan said: "I don't know, but it doesn't look like it! The man came with his wife. Both of them work on the TV station, so they shouldn't touch porcelain!"

"Working at a TV station?" Jiang Feng was surprised.

Isn’t that unlucky for someone who gets into the TV station?

If they write a report or do a program, the business of the noodle shop will be completely dysfunctional!

"It's okay, I'll go and see!" Jiang Feng was about to go in.

"Wait!" At this moment, Pan Mudan suddenly grabbed him, biting his lip and said, "Xiao Feng, if no one is paying attention now, you go quickly!"

Jiang Feng wondered: "What do you mean? I'm here, why are you leaving!"

Pan Mudan said, "When I sent you a message, that person just passed out; but now, his wife has already called the police, I'm afraid the police are coming!"

Jiang Feng smiled and said: "Why, can they still lock me in?"

"I……"

Jiang Feng could laugh, but Pan Mudan became scared, his eyes turned red, and choked up: "Xiao Feng, if something happens, in the future...you must often go to the prison to give me food! Sister can't bear you!"

"Haha, it's okay Sister Peony!" Jiang Feng took her little hand and said, "Go, let's take a look!"

...

At this time, the noodle shop was full of people, all pointing and watching the excitement.

Originally, a few people were eating noodles; however, when this happened, they were too scared to continue eating.

On the floor, lying a middle-aged man in his early fifties, wearing a valuable suit.

I saw his eyes closed, his face flushed, and he lay motionless, only occasionally his limbs would twitch a few times.

Next to the middle-aged man, was a woman in her forties, who was the wife of a comatose person, and she was very well-dressed.

Such a couple does not seem to be touching porcelain.

...

Jiang Feng pushed aside the crowd, came to the unconscious person, squatted down, ready to check.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman stopped him with a guarded look and said, "Are you a doctor?"

Jiang Feng shook his head and said, "I am the noodle shop owner!"

The middle-aged woman said: "Let's wait for the doctor to come!"

Intellectuals are generally more superstitious about science and doctors, and this woman is no exception.

Jiang Feng wanted to say a few more words. At this time, both the police car and the ambulance came; in addition, two TV station cars followed.

...

"Let one let, let one let!"

A female doctor in a white coat and white mask came in first.

She finally squeezed in and said, "Thank you, please stay away and don't delay the rescue!"

I saw the female doctor rolled over the eyelids of the unconscious person, and then overlapped her hands and gave him chest compressions, but after a dozen times, the unconscious person still did not respond.

At this time, the two doctors at the back came in with a stretcher, ready to lift the patient to the ambulance.

The female doctor shook her head and said: "It's too late, prepare tools, DC defibrillation!"

Defibrillation is commonly known as electric shock.

If even defibrillation cannot wake up the patient, then death can basically be declared.

At the moment, except for doctors and patients, everyone was rushed to the door of the noodle shop, and family members were no exception to prevent interruption of treatment.

In less than a minute, the preparations were completed.

The female doctor took off the patient's coat, put on special gloves, and held two irons. With the cooperation of her colleagues, she started defibrillation against the patient's chest wall.

The first time, invalid.

Increase the battery, the second time, it is still invalid.

Increase the power again, the third time, it is still invalid!

The female doctor said: "Inject 5mg adrenaline, continue to increase the battery!"

...

The three of them worked intensively for half an hour; however, the patient never recovered.

Finally, the female doctor finally stopped and shook her head at the colleague.

Seeing this, the patient's wife rushed in first and threw herself on her husband, crying without tears.

The TV station also followed behind with the camera.

The police stopped a few symbolically, but they didn't dare to offend the TV station and could only let them go.

After a long while, the patient's wife raised her head and looked at the female doctor and said, "How did my husband die?"

The female doctor truthfully said: "From the current situation, he should have consumed excessive alcohol after taking cephalosporin, causing a disulfiram-like reaction. Symptoms include chest tightness, shortness of breath, throat edema, cyanosis of the lips, difficulty breathing, and increased heart rate. , Blood pressure drop, weakness of the limbs, flushing of the face, and even anaphylactic shock, until loss of consciousness and complete loss of vital signs."

"Impossible!" the patient's wife said, "I admit that he took cephalosporin, but he absolutely didn't drink alcohol! There must be a problem with this noodle restaurant, I ask the police to seal up the permit!"

The female doctor said: "You can communicate with the police, I am only responsible for rescue!"

The patient's wife had to turn the finger at the police and put pressure on them.