It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

"Henry!"

The old man frowned. While scolding, he couldn't help but change his gaze, and took a look at Gretel in a hidden way.

Grete paused as she untied her purse. It seems that the old man is suspicious of him...

It's no wonder that people doubted his clothes. He didn't look like an aristocrat, a servant didn't look like a servant, and an employee didn't look like an employee. He also sounded like he bought it for himself out of his own pocket. If the identity and income do not match, it will arouse suspicion wherever you put it.

Although he can withstand investigation, there is no need to cause trouble for himself.

Gretel remained silent and continued to take coins out of his wallet. One gold coin, two gold coins... The old man's eyes jumped and he immediately smiled:

"Guest, are you joking? It's a small business. If it's too cheap, I'm afraid I'll lose money... If the customer doesn't have money, why don't you buy two small bottles first?"

As he spoke, he picked up a gold coin, looked left and right, blew on it, put it to his ear, and bit it with his teeth. Gretel's eyes jumped when he saw it: You are still biting at such an old age, you are not afraid of chipping your teeth!

Besides, these gold coins were placed in a box and buried underground for so many years. After touching this thing, I didn't dare to take anything to eat without washing my hands, but you actually put it directly into my mouth!

Intestinal infection, diarrhea, vomiting, fever...

Gretel was thinking erratically, staring at the gold coins, his eyes getting weirder and weirder. The old man's face also became strange. He arched his body forward and opened his arms, subconsciously assuming a vigilant posture.

With this tension and exertion, I somehow took in a breath, and the whole gold coin rolled and went directly into my throat!

The old man's face suddenly twisted. He said "Uh-huh" several times, stretched out his hand to strangle his throat, and his eyes bulged like a frog.

its stuck?

Gold coins stuck?

Suffocated? !

Grete was startled. The young man next to him was also frightened, and went to slap the old man on the back in a panic:

"Sir! Mr. Hogan!"

Slapping has no effect. The old man's fat body leaned forward and backward, he lowered his head and vomited several times, and soon his face turned purple. The young man hugged him with one hand and tried to pry his mouth and scratch his throat with the other hand. At the same time, he shouted outside:

"Quick! Get the pharmacist!"

"I know!" The doorman agreed outside the store and ran away. If you are sick or injured, you should ask a priest, but... isn't the pharmacist right next door?

Anyway, when everyone can't afford a priest or the priest is too busy, they will make do by hiring a pharmacist to save people. The treatment effect can be considered to be effective, just injecting medicine and so on, at a slower speed...

The young man shouted and continued to save the old man. Suddenly, Grete pushed himself against the counter, jumped up, and climbed over the counter!

"What are you doing!" the young man shouted. He wanted to help the old man, but also wanted to drive Gretel away, and he was in a hurry. I couldn't move my hands away, so I could only yell loudly:

"What are you doing! Get out! Get out!"

Gretel ignored him, stepped forward, pushed the young man away, and wrapped his arms around the old man from behind.

After all, he is also a first-level warrior. Compared with the knights, he is weak, but he can still bully the store clerk with accuracy. The young man was thrown away by him and slammed against the cabinet at the back. He could only shrink into a ball and shouted loudly:

"Someone's coming!—It's time to grab something!"

"who!"

"who!"

There was the sound of footsteps, and a middle-aged man rushed in quickly with a glass bottle in his left hand and a wooden spoon in his right hand - Gretel probably was the pharmacist. Then the doorman rushed in, looking for sticks all over the floor, and shouted at Grete:

"What are you doing! Let go of Mr. Hogan!"

Gretel had no time to pay attention to them. He stood in a lunge with his legs in front and back, and hugged the fat old man with his arms. With a little force, the old man sank down. His fat body slipped and sat directly on Grete's right thigh, his upper body leaning forward under his pressure.

"What are you doing!" shouted the pharmacist. He was not young and did not dare to jump directly onto the counter like Gretel. He could only try to move his legs and try to rush to give the old man medicine. He was panting while running and yelled: "Let him go! Let him go! Why are you strangling him when he's stuck!"

After only half a circle, Grete had already set up his posture and started to rescue. Put your hands around the old man's armpits, make a fist with your left hand, and hold your left wrist from the front with your right hand. Place the tiger's mouth of your left hand against the old man's upper abdomen, use both arms to draw inwards and upwards!

wipe!

Too fat, it slipped!

I hate fat people the most! It takes one more person to lift it up when crossing the bed, and it is difficult to reach the right place for extracardiac compression. When someone performs an abdominal surgery, you can see the abdominal cavity with one cut, but he only saw fat with one cut! Even the anesthesia dose must be recalculated, and the anesthesiologist must be extra careful!

Look at it now, the Heimlich maneuver can slide right off!

The clerks and pharmacists were still shouting. Gretel was distraught and yelled: "Shut up!"

"You come out!"

The doorman looked around, finally grabbed a door bolt, lowered his head and ducked through the counter baffle. Grete shouted: "I'm saving him!" His left fist moved up, and his right hand followed suit, pressing against the fat old man's sternum. Take a deep breath, use your arms again, and close them!

one time!

Twice!

boom!

The door bolt was knocked down hard. Grete had no time to dodge, so he could only turn his head slightly and received the blow with his left shoulder. Under the pain, his arms suddenly surged with force and pushed hard against the old man's chest, the third time!

"Cough!...Cough cough cough cough cough!"

The old man coughed violently. After coughing for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out something. It fell on the table with a clang, and spun around a few times under the light, shining with golden light.

Grete's whole body relaxed. He let go of his arms, raised his right hand to rub his left shoulder, and glared at the doorman resentfully. The doorman was halfway through the second blow with his stick. He raised his right hand high and froze in shock.

"Is this possible?!" The pharmacist froze on the spot. As soon as he let go of his right hand, the glass bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Cough cough cough cough... Huh, Huh, Huh..."

The old man coughed for a long time, finally took a breath, and turned around. When he turned his head, he saw the doorman who was frozen in place holding a stick, and Gretel, who was gasping and rubbing his shoulders. His eyes narrowed and he was stunned on the spot. The pharmacist rushed forward desperately:

"Why is this possible? If a person is stuck, can he be rescued by hugging his chest? Please, please tell me! - I'll give you the money! I'll give it all to you!"

He quickly started digging into his pockets. The money bag, the gold chain, and even the buttons on the coat were all wanted to be pulled off--they couldn't be pulled after a handful of pulls. Gretel sweated. His right hand was busy throwing healing spells to his left shoulder, so he could only stretch out his left hand and reluctantly pull the opponent:

"You don't have to do this...it's just a little trick, very simple..."

Damn it! What I'm pushing is my diaphragm. Who told you to hug your chest? If you don't explain it clearly, it won't harm people!

The stick on my shoulder finally stopped hurting. Grete freed up his hands and began to make gestures and give lectures to the pharmacist. Under the light, as the middle-aged pharmacist nodded repeatedly, his waist gradually bent forward from 5 degrees to 10 degrees, and then to 15 degrees.

The fat old man opened his mouth. Sweat immediately formed on his fat forehead.

Why did he suspect that the other party had no money just now? Why should you suspect that the gold coin came from something wrong? Well now, I offended a genuine healer! Even the pharmacist next door has to listen to others’ lectures respectfully!

It's okay now. The other party doesn't even look at him anymore and is busy chatting with the pharmacist...

The old man reacted very quickly. When Gretel finished speaking, he immediately bowed deeply and saluted. The fat on the belly was squeezed like this, and two pleats were made on the spot:

"Dear Healer! Thank you for your life-saving grace, and please forgive the rudeness of the shop..."

Gretel quickly stopped teaching to help him. The old man straightened up following his strength, holding his hands on his waist, and shouted to the young clerk:

"Roger! Get what the healer wants! Frank! Get a ream of the best white paper, no, two reams! And get ten quills and two large bottles of ink! Hurry!"

A doorman and a store clerk were all yelled at by him so that they rushed back and forth without even touching the floor. This time, it was Gretel who was busy trying to stop him:

"No need...I can't afford these..."

"How can I ask you to pay for it!" The old man laughed, puffed out his chest and belly again, and slapped his chest loudly. "Dear Healer, you are my lifesaver. Not to mention repaying you, I have to pay for the treatment, right?"

"But..." The operation of the Heimlich maneuver, the diagnosis and treatment fee... well, usually in this case, you can't wait for registration and payment before treatment, but such a simple operation really costs money, maybe dozens of yuan at most, right?

"No buts! This store belongs to me. Isn't the old man's life worth a few pieces of paper?"

"...At least change it to ordinary paper...Magic paper is too expensive..."

"Then add two reams of ordinary paper! Roger! Pack the things and send them to Mr. Healer's house!"

Heimlich maneuver.

It is suitable for acute respiratory foreign body obstruction. Grete uses a slightly modified version, which is used when the patient is obese or pregnant.

I suggest you search and memorize it, it is very useful...

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