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Mu Tingxue heard the noise and rushed to the scene of the "poison attack" immediately.

The person who "died from poisoning" was a relatively thin man, about thirty years old.

She performed a physical examination on the patient: "Barrel-shaped chest, three concavities, lungs full of wheezing, severe airway obstruction, not esophageal obstruction."

These are the most typical forms of atretic lung.

It is the most serious physical manifestation of asthma.

"The most ridiculous thing in the world is that he was obviously poisoned after eating your hot pot. His lips are blue and white, his face is purple, he is sweating so much, and he is twitching on the ground in pain. What is it if he is not poisoned?"

Among the crowd, internal responses had been arranged in advance to incite public opinion.

"The patient was obviously having difficulty breathing, was sweating profusely, was severely cyanotic, and even had impaired consciousness. He had obvious problems with his cardiopulmonary function."

Mu Tingxue looked extremely serious and retorted in a deep voice, "Not all coma and discolored lips are due to food poisoning!"

Right now, the most important thing is to save people.

"The severity of an acute asthma attack is also graded. This person has reached the level of severe, acute respiratory failure, making it difficult to speak."

She took out the β2 receptor agonist from the small space of the Cangbi bottle hidden in her sleeve.

Spray about 5 mg of albuterol into the patient's mouth and nose.

Inhaled β2-receptor agonists are the drugs of choice for relieving acute asthma attacks.It can relax the bronchial tubes, and the effect of the medicine can last for two to three hours each time it is inhaled, that is, 4 to 6 hours.

Since this person is in an acute and severe condition, inhaled medication alone is not enough, and systemic glucocorticoids must be injected intravenously.

Mu Tingxue took out another syringe and found the patient's wrist vein. After disinfecting it, he administered methylprednisolone intravenously and the appropriate dose according to the body weight.This person was too thin and must have weighed less than [-] kilograms, so she injected the drug at a dose of [-] kilograms.

The surrounding guests showed horrified expressions when they saw the needle.

"Why did you use a needle to prick his flesh? The blood has returned! Could it be that he wanted to kill someone and silence him?"

"People are already dead, why don't they take their bodies back for burial? They are torturing the corpses here, so cruel!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the guy who fell to the ground and was "poisoned" had no breath, his chest didn't even rise, and he was already dead.

But in the eyes of doctors, this is still the prime time for rescue.

A quarter of an hour later.

The miracle happened!

The buddy who died of poisoning gradually began to breathe again, and then coughed, and a painful wheezing sound came from his lungs.

"Cheat corpse!"

Someone yelled out.

Everyone retreated one after another, as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime.

When the mother and daughter of the Su family saw this, their expressions changed completely. A good game was actually broken.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Su Wanwan lowered her voice, extremely annoyed, "She actually saved her? Is there really such a thing as resurrection from the dead?"

Su Lin's face was also full of disbelief, and she said with a hoarse voice and a trembling voice: "Could it be that she is a relative of the King of Hell?"

This person who has no energy at all was fished back from the Palace of Hell again?

"Oh, just find someone to poison and kill him. How can he get wheezing?"

Su Wanwan stamped her feet in anger.

If you want to be ruthless, why not do it absolutely?

"This is a house slave who is about to die of illness. His asthma cannot be cured internally, and his condition cannot be cured externally. He has a terminal illness. And every time he gets sick, his face and lips look like he is poisoned. That's why I thought of him."

"Forget it, let's go now."

Su Wanwan sighed sadly, took advantage of the chaos and pulled her mother away from the scene.

36 is the best plan.

Mu Tingxue rescued the patient and gave him some supportive treatment.

Take out a small oxygen cylinder, use a closed mask and double nasal cannula to increase the oxygen supply concentration and perform oxygen therapy.

Under combined treatment measures.

The patient finally regained consciousness, and his breathing became significantly smoother and smoother: "Thank you——"

Waking up is waking up.

But he was still not in good condition and could only spit out a single word.

Being supported by someone, I can only maintain the forward bow position.

"save--"

He was still sweating and breathing a little more urgently, but he was no longer sweating profusely. His mood was a little irritable, as if he was eager to say something, but couldn't express it.

"Stop forcing yourself to speak."

Mu Tingxue understood his symptoms very well. With moderate acute asthma, the ability to speak can be reduced to short sentences, while with severe acute asthma, the ability to speak can be reduced to single words, and even a complete two-character word cannot be uttered.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Inhaled and injectable systemic glucocorticoids have played an excellent role. My wheezing has been significantly relieved, and the symptoms of cyanosis of the lips have almost subsided, and I can now stutter out short sentences.

"The grace of saving...life-saving..."

Mu Tingxue gave him a bottle of inhaled medicine and told him, "Inhale it every other hour. If you feel your condition has improved, inhale it every two or three hours instead."

The skinny patient took the medicine with trembling hands, the corners of his eyes already moist.

He thought he was doomed.

I never thought that I could still be saved!

In ancient times, asthma, like tuberculosis, was a terminal disease that could only be consumed by the disease and gradually wait for death.

In fact, there is no cure in modern times. It can only be relieved with medication, allowing asthma to move from the acute phase to the chronic phase, and continuous use of bronchodilators.

"First of all, let me explain that what you need is long-term, continuous, standardized and individualized treatment. During an acute attack, anti-inflammatory and anti-asthmatic treatments are the main ones. You can only work hard to maintain the condition at a milder level."

Mu Tingxue explained to him, "This is not a magic medicine that can cure the disease."

I don't know.

This is enough for patients!

This little life was saved.

The guests at the hot pot restaurant were also stunned. They finally realized that this was not poisoning after eating hot pot or Malatang, but was really wheezing. What's even more amazing is that the eldest princess was cured of such a terminal illness!

"May I ask, Your Highness, if you can sell me a bottle of this special medicine for wheezing?"

An old lady with wrinkles on her face was leaning on a crutch inlaid with rubies and sapphires. The head of the crutch was carved into the shape of Pixiu. "My grandson also suffers from this disease. The royal doctor in the palace has seen it. Jianghu Those so-called miracle doctors who are just trying to gain fame have also invited many doctors, but to no avail. They even asserted that my grandson will not live to be eight years old. Alas... I have such a heart..."

As she spoke, the old lady's eyes turned red.

Mu Tingxue noticed that the old lady was wearing a first-class official uniform, so she offered her favor and said, "Of course."

Politics is about making friends more numerous and enemies less numerous.

The old lady took the medicine and at the same time thrust a 10 tael banknote into Mu Tingxue's hand.