"what to do?"

There was no one around. Since the accident had just happened, it is estimated that the nearby villagers did not react, let alone come to help.

"Is it possible that we can only wait like this?"

You should know that children in the car have been relying on chest breathing to ventilate their lungs. Although it can temporarily relieve the symptoms of hypoxia in a short period of time, long-term use will cause oxygen to be insufficiently inhaled into various parts of the body, resulting in severe heart palpitations and spasms.

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By that time, even waiting for vehicle rescue may delay the child's condition.

Wu Xiangdong was unwilling to give in. He bent his waist and exerted force on his arms again. As the veins on his skin popped out, Wu Xiangdong's whole body was shaking.

At this time, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were red, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead hit the ground like marbles.

The vehicle, which had been motionless, began to shake slightly, but soon returned to calm.

Relying on Wu Xiangdong alone is still too whimsical.

Just as he was holding his knees with his hands and breathing heavily, a buzzing sound gradually sounded in his ears.

He looked up and saw a motorcycle driving on the road not far away.

It has a red shell, a headlight on the front, and a round rearview mirror on either side of the handle.

The most eye-catching thing is that this light motorcycle has pedals at the bottom.

This kind of motorcycle was very popular at the time, and many people called it the "Mulan" motorcycle.

Although compared with a real motorcycle, it is much inferior in size and speed, but because of this, its portability and lightness are shown.

Wu Xiangdong looked at the Mulan motorcycle that was about to pass by, waved quickly and shouted: "There's a car accident here, I need help."

"If we don't move the car in front of us, the children behind who are in urgent need of being sent to the hospital will be trapped here."

"Please, come over and help me!"

Wu Xiangdong couldn't care about other things at this time and directly chose to ask for help for the sake of the children in the car.

At this time, the person riding "Mulan" was a young man. He obviously heard Wu Xiangdong's request for help, and of course he also saw the scene of the car accident in front of him.

The horrific scenes and bloody images made the young man stunned.

At the same time, Mulan, who was under control, gradually began to slow down.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xiangdong showed excitement on his face, but just when he was about to step forward to greet the young man, an accident happened.

I saw that the young man riding Mulan only slowed down slightly, and after passing the messy road, he suddenly increased the accelerator and drove directly through the gap left next to it.

The roaring Mulan caused a hurricane as it passed by Wu Xiangdong. As the dust flew up, all that was left were Wu Xiangdong's wide eyes and dull expression.

He was like a sculpture, instantly petrified, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong's mind kept flashing the scene just now.

Why didn't he stop?!

He could have stopped to help, why didn't he?

You must know that there is a living life in the car waiting for rescue, which is obviously just a matter of effort.

Why don't you save anyone?!

why is that?!

This kind of staying out of the matter made Wu Xiangdong's anger keep rising. At this time, he couldn't control his emotions, and even his whole body was shaking.

Just when he was lost in thought, Wang Jia's anxious voice came again.

"Xiangdong, something doesn't seem right about the child!"

"What's wrong?"

Faced with the call, Wu Xiangdong came to his senses instantly and ran towards the back of the car.

"The child's breathing rate is getting faster and faster, and his belly seems to be more bulging than before."

Wang Jia has been staying by the child's side, observing his vital signs.

Seeing that something was not right, she was afraid of delaying her condition, so she called Wu Xiangdong directly.

"Can I still wake him up?" Wu Xiangdong didn't dare to be careless when he saw this situation.

"It seems that the consciousness is blurred." Wang Jia softly called the child lying in the back seat again, but the latter did not respond to Wang Jia's call except for being a little frowning and irritated.

Seeing this, Wu Xiangdong said solemnly: "It should be type 2 respiratory failure caused by hypoxia. Too much carbon dioxide accumulates in the body, causing the acid-base balance of the blood to become imbalanced. This is why this situation occurs."

After Wu Xiangdong finished speaking, he checked the child's belly again. Indeed, as Wang Jia said, the abdominal circumference was larger than before.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xiangdong's face became increasingly ugly.

With the current medical level, you only need to give him a first aid kit to temporarily relieve the child's illness and buy time for subsequent operations.

But now, let alone intubation and drainage, even the most basic rescue equipment is not available.

This is equivalent to a battle-hardened ace pilot who has to perform missions but is not even equipped with a model aircraft.

When Wang Jia heard this, he became a little anxious: "Xiangdong, what should we do?"

"We can't just watch our child's condition get worse little by little."

Before Wang Jia finished speaking, the child lying in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!" the boy cried with tears in his eyes and a distorted expression.

Wang Jia was startled by the child's sudden awakening, and then her joy was beyond words.

"Child, you're awake."

Wang Jiagang wanted to reach out and hug the poor child in front of him, but was suddenly stopped by Wu Xiangdong.

"What's wrong?" Wang Jia looked confused.

"Don't move, don't move." Wu Xiangdong's eyes were filled with sadness, and there was a trace of sadness in his words.

The incomprehensible words made Monk Wang Jiazhang confused. The child was obviously awake and needed comfort at this time. Why didn't Wu Xiangdong let her move?

Doubts and puzzlements just hit his mind, but Wang Jia was shocked to find that the originally quiet boy suddenly closed his eyes tightly, his whole body tensed, and he made the sound of grinding his teeth from his mouth.

Crunchy...

The creaking sound produced by the upper and lower back molars rubbing back and forth echoed in the closed car, making people feel chills running down their spines.

"This...is this epilepsy?!"

Wang Jia could only think of this possibility at this time. No wonder Wu Xiangdong would not let her touch the child easily. After all, when an epilepsy occurs, forcibly stopping the child will cause unnecessary harm.

At this time, when faced with Wang Jia's inquiry, Wu Xiangdong did not say a word. He just stayed by the child's side silently.

Looking at the child's twitching body, stiff limbs, and cyanotic lips, Wu Xiangdong frowned and clenched his hands so hard that his nails dug into his palms without even realizing it.

He obviously promised them, but now he can only watch his child get sick, but he can't do anything about it.

Wu Xiangdong gritted his teeth, and there seemed to be a picture of a man staring in his mind, with a dead look on his face.

"Damn it!"

"If I could move the car out of the way and if I brought first aid equipment, the child wouldn't have to suffer this again."

Just when Wu Xiangdong was filled with regret, Wang Jia's resolute voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Since it can't be moved, let's just knock it away!"

"Xiangdong, hold the child and wait for me on the side of the road."

After saying that, Wang Jia, whose eyes were also red, jumped directly into the cab.
Chapter completed!