Although tetanus is scary, it is not contagious, and Feng Yong's army already has standard procedures for dealing with this disease, so Fan Qi came out quickly.

"How about it?"

Guan Xing rushed to greet him immediately.

It looks very much like the family members waiting in front of the operating room in future generations.

"General Zhang's illness has been stopped by the villain," Fan Qi replied, "At present, it is indeed found that there is a lesion on the forehead, so the first place the evil spirit is infected is the face and throat. This leads to General Zhang's symptoms every day.

Every time the disease attacks, you may be out of breath..."

"Can it be cured?"

Guan Xing couldn't understand these words and asked impatiently.

Feng Yong came over and helped Fan Qi, "This disease can be cured, but it depends on the severity of the disease and the person's fate. If your life is good, you can live. If your life is bad, you will die."

"you!"

Guan Xing turned around suddenly and stared at Feng Yong, like a beast that chooses people to devour.

After all, Feng Yong was a man who had defeated famous generals. How could he succumb to Guan Xing's momentum? He immediately said to Fan Qi, "How to treat General Zhang? Just go ahead and do it. Whatever you need to prepare, just tell Liu Hun."

."

"promise."

After everyone left, Guan Xing was about to go in to see Zhang Bao when Feng Yong held his hand and said, "Brother, don't worry, I have something I want to tell you."

“Say something quickly!!”

Guan Xing's tone was very harsh.

Feng Yong understood his impatience, after all, Zhang Bao inside was his true love brother.

It was just because Guan Xing and Zhang Bao were really gay, so Feng Yong felt that he wanted to tell him something.

"The fewer people know about this, the better. Brother, please follow me."

Feng Yong secretly pulled Guan Xing into a corner, and then said softly, "Brother, you know, in fact, many times Jin Chuangfang did not die of illness, but because he could not breathe."

When Fan Qi was talking about Zhang Bao's condition just now, he winked at Feng Yong.

After the Battle of Jieting, Feng Yong, who had always paid close attention to the treatment of injured soldiers in the army, thought about it briefly and understood what he meant by what he said and that look in his eyes.

For the officers and soldiers in his own camp, as long as he can survive, Fan Qi has the final say on how to treat him.

But Zhang Bao was different. His status meant that some treatment methods required prior approval.

This kind of thing can only be done by Feng Yong.

As soon as Guan Xing heard Feng Yong talking about Zhang Bao's condition, he immediately became concerned, "What do you mean? Please explain clearly."

"This means that even if the disease can be cured, he may have died from being out of breath before the condition improves. The Zhang family brother's illness is not too serious so far."

"It's just that his wound was on his forehead, and the first thing affected was his throat, so every time he got sick, he would have trouble breathing. We had to find a way to let him breathe when he got sick.

"

When Guan Xing heard this, he realized, "So you just broke Xingwu's chin just to let him breathe?"

Feng Yong nodded, glanced at Guan Xing, and said hesitantly, "If you want Brother Zhang to breathe smoothly, opening his chin is just the first step."

Guan Xing had no idea what Feng Yong meant and asked eagerly, "What's the next step?"

Feng Yong's eyes were a little erratic and he didn't dare to look at Guan Xing, "Brother... do you know... do you know about the habit of cutting sleeves?"

"Broken what? Broken sleeves?"

Guan Xing's eyes suddenly widened.

"Yes." Feng Yong said quietly, "When my brother got falciparum malaria in Nanzhong, I asked my brother Zhang the same question..."

Guan Xing suddenly shuddered. He looked at Feng Yong and flinched a little. At the same time, he stepped back involuntarily, "What do you mean?"

"It means opening the Zhang brother's mouth, then pinching his nose, and finally blowing air into his mouth vigorously..."

Feng Yong made a gesture.

Although Feng Yong only waved his arms symbolically a few times, Guan Xing was unsteady on his feet, staggered, and almost fell to the ground as if he had seen an evil ghost.

His lips trembled, "You...you..."

"Brother, my brother's condition is unlikely to be relieved for a while. None of us know whether he will be able to breathe next time he attacks."

However, Feng Yong refused to let Guan Xing go so easily. When Guan Xing took two steps back, he took two steps forward.

He could only hear him continue, "And if the Zhang family brother is allowed to clench his teeth like this when he is sick, there is also the danger of biting off his tongue..."

"do not talk!"

Guan Xing shouted loudly, his teeth chattering, and he glared at Feng Yong fiercely. His expression showed that if possible, he would like to kill this bumpkin on the spot!

Feng Yong was startled this time and quickly took two steps back.

"How to do?"

Guan Xing squeezed out these words through his teeth.

Artificial respiration, which generally means supplying air and compressing the chest, can be explained in three or two sentences. It does not require much personal demonstration, and Feng Yong has no intention of demonstrating it himself.

"It's best to let someone with a long breath do this. In this case, more Qi will enter the Zhang family brother."

Feng Yong said this and glanced at Guan Xing.

Guan Xing's mouth twitched.

"When the Zhang family brother got sick, he was conscious. Well, um, it's best to find someone who won't cause trouble for the Zhang family brother afterwards. Otherwise, it's not good to drag others down."

Feng Tubiao glanced at Guan Xing again.

Guan Xing held each other's hands so hard that his joints were turning white. He was afraid that if he couldn't control himself well, he would slap the kid in front of him.

"So much bullshit!"

Guan Xing said harshly.

Feng Yong pretended not to hear, and then took out something from his body, "When the Zhang family brother got sick, we couldn't open his mouth, so we need to put this thing into his mouth before he gets sick."

Guan Xing took a closer look and saw Feng Yong holding an odd thing in his hand.

A belt passes through a round wooden ball, and there are several small holes on the wooden ball.

"What's this?"

Guan Xing asked curiously.

"The mouth ball." Feng Yong shook it and explained with a serious face, "This small ball is used to block the mouth and prevent it from closing. The small holes on the top can be used for ventilation."

"This belt is used to put on the head to prevent the ball from being pushed out or swallowed.

"This is a good thing. Our army's lieutenant generals will use this thing whenever they have Jin Chuang Fang and encounter difficulty in breathing. Others can easily provide air to the patient without having to worry about being unable to open the teeth.

It can also prevent beauties from biting their tongues.”
Chapter completed!