doomsday survival

Chapter 133 Chen Qiong is critically ill
Xia Qing didn't feel the joy of reuniting after a long absence. Seeing Shi Jian come back, tears flowed down his face.

Seeing Xia Qing's appearance, Shi Jian was startled in his heart, said badly to himself, and hurriedly asked, "Qing'er, what happened?"

"Brother Jian," Xia Qing said while crying, "You are back, Mr. Chen..."

Hearing this, Shi Jian knew that something must have happened to Chen Qiong, his mind buzzed, and he asked eagerly, "Old Chen, what's wrong with Old Chen?"

"Mr. Chen, he's sick and getting worse, and now he's in a coma." Xia Qing cried.

Without saying a word, Shi Jian dropped the ammunition box in his arms and ran inside.To him, Chen Qiong was like a strict teacher and a loving father.Not only taught him various practical skills, but also taught him by precept and example, let him know a lot of principles of life.Now that Chen Qiong was seriously injured to the point of coma, how could he not be in a hurry.

"When I left, wasn't Lao Chen still well?" Shi Jian asked while running.

Xia Qing followed closely beside him, and replied: "Not long after you left, Mr. Chen developed a fever. Mr. Feng tried many methods but nothing worked."

Shi Jian had already run to the front of the room at this time, so he stopped asking, gently opened the door, walked in quickly, and went straight to Chen Qiong's room.

On the kang, Chen Qiong was lying there, covered with a quilt and a towel on his forehead.Feng Kuang and Xia Rou sat beside Chen Qiong, staring blankly at him.

Xia Rou saw Shi Jian coming in, with tears in her eyes, she called softly: "Brother Jian."

Feng Kuang remained motionless, not knowing that there were already two more people in the room.

Shi Jian nodded at Xia Rou, put his finger on his mouth and softly "shh", then came to Feng Kuang, and called out softly: "Old Feng." Feng Kuang raised his head when he heard the sound, two His eyes looked at Shi Jian as if they were out of focus, and it took a while to realize that it was Shi Jian who had returned.The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, showing a difficult smile, and said, "Shi Jian is back."

"How is Lao Chen?" Shi Jian swallowed and asked softly.

"Oh, old cripple," Feng Kuang closed his eyes and smiled again, "It's okay, he's just tired, he'll be fine after a short sleep."

Only then did Shi Jian realize that Feng Kuang seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and even his voice was no longer so powerful.He knew that Feng Kuang and Chen Qiong had lived together for 50 years, and no one could compare to their feelings in adversity.Chen Qiong is seriously ill now, and Feng Kuang is the most uncomfortable.Looking at Feng Kuang's still persistent smile and the phrase "he's tired", Shi Jian's eyes suddenly blurred.

"Old Feng, you have to persevere. We will definitely find a way to cure Lao Chen." Shi Jian comforted softly, but felt that his words were so weak.

Feng Kuang waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's really okay, let him sleep. It's been more than 50 years, and he should take a good rest." As he spoke, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

Seeing this situation, Xia Qing and Xia Rou couldn't bear it anymore, and started crying.Shi Jian also had red eye circles, but now is not the time to cry, he still has to do everything possible to heal Chen Qiong.

Shi Jian walked over, stretched out his hand to support Feng Kuang, and said, "Come on, Lao Feng, let's go to the room over there to talk."

Feng Kuang waved his hand, rejected Shi Jian's support, snorted softly, and said, "Why? I can't spend more time with the old and disabled? You get those things and go get them yourself, so don't bother me!" The sound became louder and louder.

Shi Jian didn't care about Feng Kuang's misunderstanding, he went to help him again, and said at the same time: "Let's go and study and see how to save Lao Chen."

"Save? How? I want to save too! Even if I can't do it, can you, a brat in his 20s, do it?" Feng Kuang said loudly.

"Okay, okay, keep your voice down, don't disturb Lao Chen's rest. Let's talk over there." Shi Qiang forced Feng Kuang to his feet.As for Feng Kuang's attitude, he didn't take it seriously at all.It is not too much for Fengkuang to do anything now, anyone who sees his comrades-in-arms who have shared weal and woe for fifty years is about to die will feel extremely uncomfortable.What's more, without Shi Jian, Chen Qiong might not have encountered the northern tribes, and naturally he would not have been shot.Even if Feng Kuang blamed him, Shi Jian would not say a word.

Feng Kuang's tears couldn't stop flowing, and he said with a choked voice: "Shi Jian, it would be great if I could really wake him up. But he can't wake up now. You know, he is over 70 this year , the body is no more resistant than your young people. Just let me stay with him for a while."

Shi Jian couldn't help it anymore, his nose was sour, and tears rolled down in strings.He sincerely said to Feng Kuang: "There will be a way, trust me, there will be a way." Then, he helped Feng Kuang to walk to another room.

Feng Kuang Ren Shijian supported himself, moved his steps mechanically, and murmured: "Everyone says 73, 84, the king of hell won't tell me to go, 73 is a hurdle. But I am 73, he is 75 , this hurdle has already been passed.”

Shi Jian was speechless for a while, supported Feng Kuang with one hand, patted him on the back with the other to comfort him, and signaled Xia Qing and Xia Rou to stay here and take care of Chen Qiong.

As soon as he went out, he saw Feng Chen and several people standing outside the door, as if they wanted to enter but dared not.Shi Jian pointed out to them, and several people walked out immediately.Feng Kuang didn't realize that there were a few people standing there, then went out suddenly, and staggered step by step towards Shi Jian's room.

When he came to the room where he had left for more than ten days, Shi Jian was not at all happy.Supporting Feng Kuang to sit on the kang, Shi Jian asked in a low voice: "Old Feng, can you tell me the details? Then we can figure out a way."

"Details? Well, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you." Feng Kuang sat blankly for a while before he said leisurely.

Not long after Shi Jian left, Chen Qiong's wound stopped bleeding and healed slowly.Feng Kuang was very happy at first, thankful that the old buddy managed to escape the catastrophe.Unexpectedly, on the third day after the wound healed, Chen Qiong started to have a high fever.Feng Kuang thought it was just a common cold, so he turned over ginger decoction and gave Chen Qiong to drink it. As a result, although the temperature dropped, he still had a low-grade fever.

Although Chen Qiong has always been in good health, he is old after all, and low-grade fever consumes the most energy. Once he fell down, he became heavier and heavier, and he was dazed and unconscious all day long.Just yesterday, Chen Qiong fell into a coma completely, and she hasn't woken up until now.

Speaking of this, Feng Kuang couldn't help crying, he curled up his legs, buried his head between them, his shoulders kept shaking.

It was the first time for Shi Jian to see Feng Kuang cry, seeing this strong old man crying so sadly, he secretly sighed in his heart: "The old saying is true, men don't shed tears lightly, but they don't reach the point of sadness. "

After Feng Kuang finally stopped crying, Shi Jian asked, "Old Feng, what do you think is the cause of this, Old Chen?"

Feng Kuang shook his head and said: "To be honest, I don't know. The old and disabled are much better at this than I am, but after he got a fever, he was already unconscious. If I knew this, I would have learned more from him. Once you have some common sense of emergency medicine, you won’t be so helpless now.”

"Could it be caused by the wound?" Shi Jian guessed.

"No way," Feng Kuang looked up at Shi Jian and said, "I checked his wound and it is healing well."

"Is it just a cold?" Shi Jian also lost his mind, he knew everything about these things.

"Using ginger to decoct water, honeysuckle, and dandelion have all been used. Normally, it can cure a cold and fever, but it doesn't work. Even if it turns into pneumonia, it won't be so fast?" Feng Kuang said doubtfully.

"Forget it, I'll go and have a look again." After Shi Jian finished speaking, he walked to Chen Qiong's room, and Feng Kuang also stood up and followed behind him.

Shi Jian lifted Chen Qiong's quilt and looked at the wound first.Sure enough, as Feng Kuang said, the wound has healed.He pressed it lightly with his hand, and suddenly felt something was wrong.How should I put it, the inside does not seem to be a solid muscle, but soft as if filled with water.

"Old Feng, take a look." Shi Jian said to Feng Kuang.

Feng Kuang pressed it with his hand, and immediately understood, raised his hand to give himself a mouthful, and cursed: "You old lunatic, why don't you check it a few more times?"

It turned out that Feng Kuang didn't check carefully when he saw that the wound healed well at first.As for the current situation, it is obvious that the inside of the wound has suppurated, but the appearance seems normal.The pus and blood could not be drained out, and accumulated in the wound, causing infection and inflammation, which is why Chen Qiong had a constant low-grade fever.

To say that this is still suitable for Fengkuang to give Chen Qiong medicine, whether it is honeysuckle or dandelion, both have the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, and have a certain anti-inflammatory effect, but the effect is not obvious.But without these measures, Chen Qiong would have had a high fever and would have lost his life long ago.

Seeing Feng Kuang, Shi Jian wanted to slap himself, so he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Old Feng, what are you doing? Let's find a way to drain the pus and blood first. Besides, you are not a doctor, so I can't blame you for that." body."

Knowing the cause makes it much easier to fix.No matter how ignorant of medicine, Shi Jian and Feng Kuang have also heard of drainage, even if it is just the name, they can guess the general idea.

Shi Jian found a sharp knife, burned it on the fire for a while, then sterilized it with alcohol, and then used it to cut Chen Qiong's healed wound.As soon as the wound was cut open, yellow pus and blood immediately flowed out from inside, dripping down Chen Qiong's chest.Xia Qing gently wiped him with a towel.

"Should I add a drainage tube?" Shi Jian raised his head and asked Feng Kuang.

Feng Kuang knew a little more than Shi Jian, but not much, he hesitated and said, "I don't think it's necessary, it seems that cloth strips will do."

Seeing that Feng Kuang didn't seem too sure, Shi Jian said, "Why don't we go find a grass pipe and plug it in?"

Feng Kuang also lost his mind, thought for a while and nodded and said: "Okay, let's try it first and see how it goes."

Before Shi Jian could order, Xia Rou ran out first, and came back with a few straw pipes of different thicknesses in her hand.

Shi Jian looked at it, picked out a thicker one, sterilized it with alcohol, and inserted it into the wound.But Chen Qiong was lying on his back, so the pus and blood could not be drawn out at all.

"It seems that we have to try to see if what Lao Feng said works." Shi Jian said.

But even though the gauze was soaked, but because the pus and blood were too sticky, there was hardly any flow down, Shi Jian and Feng Kuang didn't know what to do.

(End of this chapter)