"What to do? Major general Huo has been vomiting blood."

"The effect of * * agent has been eliminated. How can it be so serious?"

Huo Zheng grabbed the doctor's hand and asked with a black face.

With the passage of time, Huo Xiao's condition is getting worse and worse, Huo Zheng can no longer restrain his temper.

His temper was originally irritable, now see Huo Xiao this situation, more like a firecracker lit, Bili burst.

The doctor is also ignorant, he has never encountered such a situation, he bowed his head, kept looking at the hands of various examination reports.

Since Huo Xiao was sent to the hospital, he had a whole body test. The test showed that he inhaled * * agent, and he had a lot of injuries, but these were injuries, so he didn't vomit blood so seriously.

The blood report and so on all indicated that he did not have a big problem. What happened?

The doctor tried desperately to find a way to deal with it.

Doctors who can be mobilized are all gathered in the ward, and their attention is in the body report in their hands.

"Why don't you try an injection of AMOLIN to stop the bleeding?"

"No, AMOLIN does too much damage to the body. Major general Huo's current physical condition is not suitable."

The doctors talked about it and couldn't implement the treatment for a moment.

"Western medicine doesn't work, so use traditional Chinese medicine."

Chinese medicine was once very brilliant, but it gradually declined.

Now people have a little problem, they just want to see Western medicine and eat Western medicine, but never think about traditional Chinese medicine.

Just like Huo Xiao's current state, the body report shows that there is no problem, but he has been vomiting blood.

On the contrary, traditional Chinese medicine may have a way to treat this strange state.

With a firm and familiar voice, Huo Zheng suddenly raised his head and saw a thin figure standing at the door.

The other side is wearing a brand-new gold rimmed glasses, as always warm and moist atmosphere.

It's he Yisheng.

Huo Zheng thought that he Yisheng met with some disaster during his trip to the capital, so he didn't come back with Huo Xiao.

Now I see him, in addition to a little thin face, dark circles thick a lot, haggard is there, at least limbs sound, looking at nothing hurt.

He Yisheng came in quickly with his luggage under the gaze of everyone.

He put the suitcase aside, went straight to Huo Xiao, and took the report from the doctors.

Head down and eyes down, very serious.

The thin hair blocked his eyes. No one could see the scar on his forehead.

"Did he inhale anything before?"

He Yisheng presses Huo Xiao's pulse and seems to have an idea.

Inhale?

"A kind of fragrance, but at present, it doesn't seem to have much to do with it."

Huo Zheng's mind came up with the picture of Huo Xiao's coma. It was really that he fainted after inhaling that kind of incense. However, all the people present inhaled it. At present, it's OK.

Suddenly, the picture in his mind stopped. Huo Zheng felt that his brain clanged, as if there was a short film.

He felt as if his brain was about to burst, and a smell of blood came from his throat.

Poof.

Huo Zheng's throat itched and he vomited.

The ground is red with blood. It looks very strange.

It's as like as two peas.

At this point, the door opened and a soldier ran in.

"Major general, Lao Mo suddenly vomited blood“

The soldier who came in saw the dark red of Huo Zheng's mouth, and he was stunned.

What's the situation? Why does the major general vomit blood?

Glancing at the soldier's surprise, he Yisheng yelled, "what are you doing? Bring people here."