Insufficient balance

  Wu Dalang squeezed in with great effort, while Pan Jinlian didn't even give him a glance, displaying an air of disdain. The onlookers around them burst into thunderous laughter as if they had reached their comedic climax.

  Listening to the sarcastic tone in the surrounding laughter, Wu Dalang's face turned black and red with a gloomy ferocity. He stretched out his hand and slapped Pan Jinlian's leg: "Isn't it enough to lose face at home? Do you have to come out onto the streets to lose face too? Get down, hurry up and get down! Come back home with me!!"

  Pan Jinlian then lowered her head, looked around and lifted her leg to let Wu Dalang's hand pass: "You came just in time, shout together with me, Ximen Qing will come out..."

  "What!!!” Wu Dalang was like a firecracker had been inserted into his butt, furiously thundering: “You thieving whore, how dare you yell at my door! Do you think I'm dead?!?!

  As soon as Wu Dalang said this, the crowd around him suddenly nodded in understanding and started whispering to each other.

  "Wait, Master Ximen, until he comes out and accepts my apology, then I'll go home." Pan Jinlian still insisted on her original intention: "Everyone follow me in shouting: Master Ximen, Jinlian pays respects!"

  "Magistrate Ximen, Jinlian is paying her respects!" The crowd of onlookers began to shout in a disorderly manner, gradually becoming more and more uniform, their voices rising wave after wave.

  Yes, it's basically a male voice.

  "Ximen the great official, Jinlian pays her respects!"

  The housekeeper and Xiaotianying looked at each other, watching their master, Ximen Qing, hastily walking towards the back door. As the shouting grew louder, Ximen Qing's footsteps clearly hesitated for a moment, and he let out a faint sigh before continuing on his way to the back door.

  Wu Dalang looked around at the crowd, then back at Pan Jinlian sitting on the chair, and felt his chest tightening, unable to catch his breath. His vision blurred with flashing lights, and he let out a loud shout: "It's killing me!"

  Wu Dalang let out a loud "huff" and fell backwards, lying on the ground with his teeth clenched tightly, unconscious.

  "Good heavens, what's wrong with Wu Dalang?"

  "Something's happened, someone's died!"

  The crowd that had been tightly surrounded seemed to have a tacit understanding, retreating in unison and leaving a circle around the boss. At the same time, they stopped talking, and for a moment, there was complete silence, as if even the sound of a falling needle could be heard.

  Pan Jinlian jumped down from the chair, saw Wu Dalang's face as pale as gold paper, hurriedly stretched out her hand to feel his breath, for a moment there was only exhalation without inhalation, and she couldn't help but panic; Wang Po also got a fright, dropped the flag and squatted down to take a look: "Quick! Pinch the acupuncture point!"

  Pan Jinlian pinched Wu Dalang's acupuncture points several times in a row, but saw that Wu Dalang only had his hands slightly trembling twice, and his teeth were still tightly closed, without waking up.

  "Mother-in-law, what's going on?" Pan Jinlian was at a loss and felt anxious.

  "Ah..." The old woman grasped Wu Dalang's right hand and pinched the tiger mouth with her fingernails, almost tearing off the skin, but Wu Dalang still showed no signs of waking up.

  "He's really dead..."

  "Let's go, let's hurry up and go..."

  The crowd watching Wu Dalang almost died, **got up**, and suddenly dispersed, leaving only Wu Dalang lying on the cold bluestone slab, next to whom was Pan Jinlian, who was still struggling to pinch his nose, and Wang Po, who was about to hold back.

  Pinch the tiger's mouth... no reaction.

  She pulled out the hairpin on her head and pricked each finger with it, they all bled, but she still didn't react.

  Wang Po even made Pan Jinlian retreat to one side, and personally took turns slapping Wu Dalang's ears, his face was swollen, his hands were numb, but Wu Dalang still didn't react.

  Wang's wife sat down on one side with disheveled hair: "Sixth lady, it seems we should prepare for the worst..."

  "Mother-in-law, is there really no way out?" Pan Jinlian was almost frantic: "How can I explain to Er Lang when he comes back? Who knew that Da Lang would get a heart attack at this time!"

  The old woman was speechless for a moment.

  Looking at the crowd of onlookers, three layers deep inside and out, today's events have at least 80 or 90 witnesses. Now, not only Pan Jinlian, but even I myself would be unable to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River.

  Wu Dalang has always had a heartache, but generally it's just a cold, and he can't get out of bed for several days. His chest swells up to the size of a finger, and this kind of illness is usually cured by taking two packets of medicine, after which he slowly recovers in over ten days.

  I didn't expect Wu Dalang to be so stimulated today, suddenly falling ill, and it's more severe than ever before.

  Pan Jinlian also sat on the ground with a thud: "Alas, this is indeed my miserable fate."

  Suddenly, the sunlight on top of their heads was blocked. Wang Po glanced up unintentionally and saw Ximen Qing bending down to examine Wu Dalang's condition. The sunlight happened to shine from behind Ximen Qing, casting a golden glow on him, making him look like a god descending to earth for a moment. Wang Po stared blankly: "Ximen... Sir!"

  "Great sir!" Pan Jinlian and Wang Po hastily jumped up, just about to pay their respects. Ximen Qing furrowed his brow: "Rescuing people is urgent, you two get out of the way first."

  This sentence was like a drowning man grasping at his last straw for both Pan Jinlian and Wang Po.

  Ximen Qing originally planned to leave from the back door, ride his horse and take a detour, then go to the Shengyao shop. But for some reason, Pan Jinlian's pretty face and movements made Ximen Qing feel a slight palpitation in his heart, and he couldn't help but turn his horse around, wanting to take another look from afar. Just then, he saw the scene of people scattering.

  Although I have already crossed into this world, that oath less than a medical school will never be forgotten.

  "When I was absorbed as a member of the medical profession, I solemnly pledged to dedicate myself to serving humanity."

  "I will exercise my profession with my conscience and dignity."

  "My patient's health will be my top priority."

  Life and death depend on it!

  So Ximen Qing appeared in front of Pan Jinlian and Wang Po.

  Since Wang Po had used many stimulating methods, Wu Dalang still did not wake up. Ximen Qing knew that Wu Dalang had entered a deep coma state. In this situation, time is life!

  In this case, he suddenly found himself back in the classroom, and the one lying there was no longer Wu Dalang, but his own patient. As for what consequences would follow, Ximen Qing could no longer care about it.

  Ximen Qing pulled open Wu Dalang's clothing on his chest and didn't see any movement, so he had to resort to CPR.

  Looking at Ximen Qing's serious expression, kneeling beside Wu Dalang, his knees apart, rolling up his sleeves and putting his two palms together on Wu Dalang's chest, moving up and down in a regular rhythm. Although Pan Jinlian felt that Ximen Qing's movements were strange and couldn't understand what he was doing now, she could be sure that Ximen Qing was trying to save Wu Dalang.

  This stirred up a strange emotion in her heart, an inexplicable feeling that she couldn't put into words.

  "One hand holding his nose and the other hand behind his neck, supporting his head!" Ximen Qing shouted loudly after struggling for a while.

  Pan Jinlian thought it was unbelievable, but still followed his words and lifted up Wu Dalang's head.

  "Not enough, higher, higher!" Ximen Qing looked at Wu Dalang's throat and slowly raised it up to a straight line with his body, then nodded: "Hold on, don't move!"

  Wang Po watched in stunned silence, having lived for decades and never heard of such a treatment method, let alone seen it before. What's more, she couldn't believe her eyes that Ximen Qing could kneel down to treat Wu Dalang.

  The old woman wiped her eyes with her sleeve and secretly pinched her thigh, wondering if she was dreaming.

  It hurts.

  Ximen Qing paused for a moment, increased his strength, and started moving up and down again. This time, the frequency was even faster.

  My temples are starting to sweat. This CPR is really tiring, I have to switch with someone after two or three sets.

  I said Wu Dalang, it's quite chilly on the ground, about time to get up. This is indeed the first cardiopulmonary resuscitation in the Song Dynasty, if it doesn't succeed, it would be too disappointing.

  Pan Jinlian made an effort to support Wu Dalang's neck, with one hand somewhat comically exerting force against the tip of his nose.

  Ximen Qing had only done twenty or thirty repetitions of this exercise when Wu Dalang's body suddenly stiffened, shook twice, and a stream of turbid air was expelled from his nostrils.

  It's a play! Ximen Qing felt that the chest he was pressing had an independent reaction, and he listened with joy, grabbing Wu Dalang's hand to feel his pulse.

  The pulse is still very weak, but relatively stable!

  Ximen Qing took another look at Pan Jinlian, who had already pushed Wu Dalang's nose to the point where it was almost like a pig's snout. He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, gesturing to Pan Jinlian that she didn't need to push any further, just lifting her neck would be enough.

  Pan Jinlian put down her hand, seemingly understanding and yet not understanding. Earlier, she had placed her hand on Wu Dalang's nose and clearly felt that he was breathing again, which filled her with joy and gratitude. Just as she was about to open her mouth to thank Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang suddenly opened his mouth and coughed twice, slowly opening his eyes.

  "Big Brother, you're awake!" Pan Jinlian put down Wu Dalang's neck according to Ximen Qing's instructions and saw that Wu Dalang had opened his eyes, extremely delighted.

  The old woman saw Wu Dalang die and come back to life, her mouth wide open, her throat moving up and down, unable to close her mouth for a while.

  "Ximen Qing!" Wu Dalang sat up with a flip, seeing the person who appeared in front of him was actually his hated "adulterer" Ximen Qing kneeling beside him. He raised his hand to hit him, but as soon as his arm lifted, his chest hurt badly and he couldn't muster the strength.

  "You scoundrel, what have you done to me!"

  Ximen Qing looked at the unreasonable Wu Dalang with a contemptuous gaze, stood up and shook off the dust, too lazy to bother talking to him, and simply instructed Pan Jinlian: "Later you go to the pharmacy, grab two prescriptions back, and take care of it."

  "I'd rather die than take medicine from the Ximen family!" Wu Dalang said sternly, "Anything with the name Ximen on it is bound to be bad stuff!"

  Ximen Qing looked at Wu Dalang with a gaze that seemed to regard him as an idiot: "In Qinghe County, there is only one family-owned pharmacy, surnamed Ximen."

  "Then you don't need to take medicine, go back and eat mud by yourself."

  "You!" Wu Dalang was suddenly speechless.

  Pan Jinlian completely ignored Wu Dalang's foolish behavior and looked at Ximen Qing with gratitude in her eyes: "Master, I haven't even apologized to you in person yet, but Master has instead lent a helping hand and saved my husband. How can I repay this kindness?"

  Ximen Qing looked at Pan Jinlian's face, which was more beautiful than a movie star's, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you weren't Pan Jinlian, it would be great. Then I could have a Song Dynasty-style luxurious pursuit of a beauty."

  Ximen Qing originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but now he could only shake his head and turn around to ride his horse away.

  Pan Jinlian watched Ximen Qing's gradually disappearing back, her mind filled with countless thoughts, and for a moment she was stunned.

  Wu Dalang panted heavily and got up, saying discontentedly: "You cheap woman, are you staring at the adulterer in a daze? Come over and help your old man back to bed!"