Shen Tianshu also stood up and looked into the field.
I saw Fan Yuru striding forward while ordering someone to ask for a doctor.
But the people who were surrounding the man before now all backed away with ugly expressions.
Fan Yuru walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"People, people are out of breath!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Everyone was just composing poems and drinking wine, so why did people die?
When Fan Yuru heard this, his heart couldn't help but "thump", and he stepped forward to check.
The man who fell to the ground looked pale, and he could no longer breathe with his fingers on his nose.
"What happened just now?" Fan Yuru asked with a frown.
Everyone around them shook their heads. Just now, everyone's attention was on the person who was receiving the wine glass and preparing to compose a poem. No one noticed the situation here. It wasn't until they heard the sound and looked over that they found that the person had fallen to the ground and was unconscious. .
Shen Tianshu stood watching from a distance and couldn't hear clearly what everyone was saying, but looking at everyone's faces, the situation seemed serious.
Fortunately, the servants from Mingshui Garden had brought the doctor over, so Shen Tianshu felt a little at ease.
Unexpectedly, the doctor took a breath and checked his pulse, then immediately shook his head and said: "It's no longer possible, let's prepare for the funeral!"
These words were simply scarier than the sentence someone shouted that he was out of breath. Many girls cried on the spot.
Shen Tianshu couldn't wait any longer and said in a deep voice: "Mingyu, you stay here with Yunyao and Yunhui. Minghui, if you know some medical skills, come with me to take a look."
When Shen Yunyao heard this, she couldn't help but sneered and said, "Sister, are you probably dreaming? Do you think the maid you bought with a few taels of silver is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo?"
Shen Tianshu ignored Shen Yunyao. She didn't care whether her identity would be exposed at this time. Saving talents was the most important thing.
Minghui had already learned about Shen Tianshu's abilities, so she knew that she was just a cover, so she followed him without any worries.
Taking advantage of everyone's panic, Shen Tianshu stepped forward to check on the patient's condition under the cover of Minghui. Although he looked dead, he was still breathing slightly, and his pulse was still pulsing, but he was unconscious.
She whispered a few words to Minghui, and then said to Fan Yuru: "Mr. Fan, it's cold in the garden and there are many people. It's better to ask someone to carry this young man into the house first and then conduct diagnosis and treatment!"
"That's how it should be." Fan Yuru originally had this intention. No matter whether the person can be rescued or not, he can't just be left by the water. It will be difficult to explain to the other person's family when the time comes.
As soon as Fan Yuru spoke, someone immediately found a door panel, moved the patient up, and carried the patient into a side room.
While everyone's attention was focused on the patient, Shen Tianshu whispered to Fan Yuru: "Master Fan, my maid has been studying medicine since she was a child, and she is still somewhat capable. Why not ask her to take a look? "
Hearing this, Fan Yuru turned to look at Minghui. Although he didn't say anything for Shen Tianshu's sake, his eyes were full of suspicion.
Minghui hurriedly followed what Shen Tianshu told him just now: "This young master is not dead, but a corpse. If he can be rescued properly, he can still be saved."
"Are you serious?" Fan Yuru opened his eyes in surprise, "But the doctor just now..."
"The patient is outside. If you use your hands to detect the patient's breath, you may misjudge it. If Mr. Fan wants to save the patient, he might as well let the slave give it a try."
After Minghui watched Shen Tianshu rescue the dying Luo Qiaozhen, she had great confidence in her medical skills, so she spoke with confidence and without fear.
Seeing that she spoke eloquently and confidently, Fan Yuru thought that the doctor on the left and right had already said that there was no hope of saving, so it would be better to be a living doctor. It was better to give it a try than to do nothing.
"Then you go and give it a try!" Fan Yuru called the servants in the garden and asked him to find a place for others to rest instead of staying outside. Then he took Shen Tianshu and Ming Hui toward the room where the patients had just been placed. Go.
Before the three of them reached the door, they heard heartbreaking cries coming from the house.
"Huan'er, my son, what's wrong with you? Mother left for a while, why are you gone... How can you let mother live?"
Shen Tianshu obviously didn't expect that the patient's family would come so quickly.
She finally persuaded Fan Yuru to let Minghui give it a try, but the patient's family members were in a state of agitation at the moment, and it was obviously impossible for them to be as easy to talk to as Fan Yuru.
When I entered the room, I saw a middle-aged woman with messy temples lying next to the bed crying.
Mrs. Huang obviously didn't expect that something like this would happen during a banquet at her home. She stood beside her with a bewildered face and wanted to comfort her, but everyone was a mother. It was scary to think about how she would feel when her child was gone. My heart is piercing, and any words of comfort at this time are meaningless, and may even make the person involved even more hysterical.
Seeing this, Fan Yuru turned around and asked Minghui in a low voice: "How sure are you that you can save this person?"
Shen Tianshu hurriedly raised his hand and wrote the word "seven" behind Minghui.
Minghui immediately said very cleverly: "Master Fan, I can only say that I am about 70% sure, but saving lives is like putting out fires, and we cannot afford to be delayed."
Fan Yuru naturally understood this truth. He hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't say 70%, even if it is 10%, we must try our best to save people."
After saying that, he stepped into the house, took out the token from Prince Rui's Mansion and said, "I've invited the doctor to come over. You go ahead and wait next door. I'll call you back later."
"I don't care whether you are from Prince Rui's Mansion or Prince's Mansion. This is my son. You care about heaven and earth. How can you still care about me guarding my son?"
Fan Yuru didn't know whether Minghui could cure the person, so she didn't want to make things too serious, so she winked at Huang who was aside and asked her to help persuade.
Mrs. Huang had known Fan Yuru's identity for a long time, and when she saw that he had taken out all the tokens, she naturally did not dare to disobey him.
She stepped forward to support the crying middle-aged woman and said, "Mrs. Cheng, Mr. Fan is trying to save your son. If you are crying here, won't you disturb the doctor's diagnosis?"
"My son has lost his temper, and what kind of disease has he been diagnosed with!" Mrs. Cheng held her son and refused to let go, "My son is usually strong and strong, but what happened at your banquet today, you not only refused to tell me Tell me, why don't you join with outsiders to deal with me?"
"Can your son come back to life if you just lie here and cry?" Fan Yuru saw that Mrs. Cheng was not getting enough, and finally couldn't help but sternly said, "I'll ask someone to come to see him, but the place must be cleared. Are you Do you want to go next door with Mrs. Jiang and wait, or do you want me to ask someone to carry you out?"
Mrs. Cheng's face paled when she heard this, she stood up suddenly, looked up at Fan Yuru, and said word by word: "Don't think that just because you are from Prince Rui's Mansion, you can do whatever you want! If you can save my son, I will I will kneel three times and kowtow nine times to apologize to you, but if I can’t, even if I go to the imperial court, I will ask for an explanation!”
