Chapter 90: Chapter 87: Shelter Her from the Wind and Rain!
Her soft body instantly sank into his strong embrace.
Her waist was firmly clasped, shackled tightly, and in that moment, no matter how ferociously the wind howled, it seemed to matter no more.
Amid the swirling dust and sand, he gathered her into his arms, his broad and sturdy frame shielding her from everything.
Wen Xian’s consciousness became faint and shallow, as if she were experiencing some kind of hallucination, with a familiar figure, a familiar scent.
For a moment, all the coldness and fierce winds around them seemed to disappear, and she was enveloped in warmth, the world going silent.
Eventually, she too succumbed to that warm darkness.
The man picked up her unconscious form and carried her quickly towards the vehicle.
Sang Nian also hurried over, opening the rear door to better accommodate her lying inside.
Even as Wen Xian lay unconscious, she coughed from time to time, even coughing up pinkish blood froth.
Lu Xiao’s expression changed drastically, and he immediately ordered Sang Nian, “Quick, bring the oxygen cylinder and the medical kit.”
Sanged was already prepared and quickly handed over the oxygen cylinder to him.
When they set out, rescue supplies were a must, especially medical items and oxygen cylinders.
Lu Xiao got Wen Xian into the car, but instead of making her lie down, he observed her condition and had her lean against the back seat.
“Sang Nian, come on, get in from the other side and press her down, let her breathe with the oxygen cylinder first.”
As he spoke, Lu Xiao quickly got out of the car and went to the trunk; when he returned, he was holding a packet of disposable medical tubing.
He deftly set to work, moistening a clean mask with alcohol for oxygen absorption, linking it to the oxygen cylinder with the tubing, and finally inserting the slim tube into her nostrils.
The situation was worse than he had anticipated.
“Boss, what’s going on with Sister Xian? It looks like a case of high altitude sickness triggering some other complications,” Sang Nian said nervously.
Lu Xiao’s voice was frighteningly low, “It’s pulmonary edema caused by high altitude sickness.”
As he said this, he stared at Wen Xian’s pale and cyanotic face, and then said, “Give me a shot of morphine.”
She was severely lacking oxygen, her lungs were filled with fluid, and using alcohol for oxygen absorption now would increase the gas exchange surface area, helping her recover faster. Injecting morphine would also suppress her respiratory center, improving her breathing environment, and reducing the negative pressure in her thorax.
As well as having a calming effect.
Sang Nian took out a syringe of morphine and a separately packaged syringe and handed them to him.
Lu Xiao drew the morphine into the syringe little by little, then pushed out the excess air and quickly rolled up her sleeve, exposing her thin, white arm with its faint, tender veins on the surface.
When Lu Xiao rolled up her sleeve, he seemed to see something and stiffened for a moment.
However, he then continued with his actions.
The needle targeted her vein, pierced it, and the morphine slowly flowed into her body through the needle.
Lu Xiao’s gaze was fixed on her face, fearful of triggering any other complications.
After all was done, Wen Xian’s complexion had visibly improved. Her head leaned against the car window, her lips slightly moved, murmuring something in her unconscious state.
The voice was too weak.
Lu Xiao furrowed his brows, bent over, and listened closely.
She then suddenly grabbed his large hand, little by little, eventually as if using all her strength, almost obsessively, stubbornly clenching tight, her lips quivering:
The man’s body tensed suddenly, hearing his own name spill from her lips.