Everyone's face was taken aback, and the Ninth Prince Lahan also looked over with a frightened expression. Duan Shaojun's fingers blocked the mouth of the end of the copper tube exposed in time, and he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his judgment was indeed not wrong, this Mo Li Khan was really a pneumothorax.

And Mo Li Khan, who had always been weak, raised his head slightly and looked at Duan Shaojun. Duan Shaojun's fingers left a little again, and the screams resounded through the Golden Tent again. However, it was soon blocked by Duan Shaojun, but Duan Shaojun could clearly see that when Mo Li Khan was breathing, his chest, which was originally motionless, had begun to rise and fall slightly, which proved that after the air in the chest cavity was expelled, Mo Li Khan's compressed lungs had begun to expand.

"Thank you, thank you...... tired and extremely weak, Mo Li Khan took a deep and greedy breath of air, his chest was still very tired, but it was far more relaxed than that.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, do you feel better? Yan Shi grabbed Mo Li Khan's dry hand with a look of joy, and asked repeatedly, Mo Li Khan did not have enough physical strength to speak again, but he still squeezed out a reassuring smile and nodded gently.

Here, Duan Shaojun, who blocked the exit of the copper pipe with his fingers, instructed Qi Da to prepare leather pipes with a heavy face, and several more such copper pipes were needed, and of course, two jars filled with half of clean water had to be prepared.

"Also, let people open the tent curtains, move all the incense burners in the tent out, don't leave too many people inside, only need three or five people, and ask the Yan clan to ......" Duan Shaojun knew that his words would not have much effect on these Qihu barbarians, so he set his eyes on the Yan family.

"Hurry, don't hurry up, do as Doctor Duan instructs!" The Yan clan who was next to him jumped up as if he had been pricked in the needle, and shouted loudly, but the hand that grabbed Mo Li Khan was reluctant to let go.

With the shouts of the Yan clan, everyone in the big tent moved, the incense burner was moved by the guards, and the people in the golden tent, which was originally crowded with idle people, withdrew from the golden tent one after another, but every pair of eyes stared at the miraculous Moli Khan who was slowly rejuvenating.

"Father Khan, Father Khan, are you feeling better?" The ninth prince Lahan did not go out, but rushed to the couch, looking Mo Li Khan up and down with a concerned expression, that expression of concern and distress is simply the benchmark of a good son in the world.

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Mo Li Khan nodded with a weak smile in relief, closed his eyes, and relied on the Yan clan to close his eyes to recuperate, these days, he was really tired.

"Please also ask Your Highness to leave for the time being, I need to give His Majesty further medical treatment." Seeing that the Ninth Prince had no intention of leaving, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but clear his throat and reminded.

"Han healer, you have done a very good job, you have cured my father Khan, do a good job, as long as you cure my father Khan's illness, you need more gold, silver and jewelry, beauties, cattle and sheep, just open your mouth, this king will definitely meet your requirements." The ninth prince Lahan stood up, looked at Duan Shaojun, who was half a head taller than himself with Luo's legs, and said with the posture of the prince.

"Thank you, Ninth Prince, but it's better for you to leave first, I'm treating Khan." Duan Shaojun raised the corners of his mouth lightly and smiled, and continued to carefully and cautiously put the air in the copper pipe.

The ninth prince Lahan didn't expect that this Han healer would ignore him so much, and the displeasure in his heart became more and more high. But he also understood that this was not the time to lose his temper, so he could only snort and walk away.

When the jar was moved, under the command of Duan Shaojun, Qi Da used the leather pipe and the copper pipe and the two jars to finally make a simplified version of the air filtration device.

Duan Shaojun carefully put the other end of the leather tube connected to the air filter device behind the copper tube on Mo Li Khan's chest. With every breath of Mo Li Khan, he could clearly hear bubbles bubbling in the jar.

"It's so comfortable...... With the blessing of the wolf god, I can finally take a good breath......" With the support of the Yan family, Mo Li Khan, who was half-lying on the couch, finally felt the relief that he had not felt before, compared to the hellish torture of the past few days, now he felt that every breath was so precious.

Then, Mo Li Khan fell asleep directly. No matter how lightly the Yan clan called, he couldn't wake up.

"Madam, please rest assured, the Khan is too tired these days, so he has fallen asleep, let him rest well, and let him recuperate." Duan Shaojun softly persuaded the Yan clan.

Duan Shaojun stayed in the Golden Horde for nearly an hour, after making sure that about eighty percent of the air in Mo Li's chest cavity had been expelled, and the expansion of his lungs was close to the entire chest cavity.

After traveling for several days, Duan Shaojun, who was then engaged in the intense treatment work, was finally able to vent his atmosphere, and after instructing the subordinates who were waiting carefully to take precautions, Duan Shaojun left the Golden Tent accompanied by Qi Da and the Great Shaman.

As for the Yan family, she stubbornly wanted to wait by Mo Li Khan's side, for her stubbornness, Duan Shaojun didn't care, yawned a lot, and the moment he stepped out of the golden tent, Duan Shaojun was surprised to find that in the open space outside the golden tent, there was a large area of black crows and crows, all of them were people, and they were all luxuriously dressed Qihu nobles and princes.

And the ninth prince Lahan was extremely eye-catching, surrounded by a vote of Qihu nobles and princes in the center, at this moment, seeing Duan Shaojun and the great shaman coming out, the ninth prince Lahan took the lead to greet him: "Respected great shaman, how is the situation of my father Khan?" ”

"Khan's condition is much better than before, and he can now lie down and rest. All of this is the credit of this Duan Gongzi. The big shaman stroked his long gray beard, said with a relaxed expression, his eyes fell on Duan Shaojun's body, and he admired this Han healer who looked like he was younger than the ninth prince Lahan.

"The illness he treated Khan? There are so many healers and great shamans, and you can't help but cure this young man's illness? ”

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"That's incredible, isn't it?"

The words of the great shaman really shocked these people, you know, Mo Li Khan's illness has passed so many days now, many doctors are so worried about Khan's illness that they don't know what to do, what kind of means, what kind of medicine have been used, but the Khan's condition is not only not better, but is getting worse and worse.

And now, such a young man suddenly appeared, and after more than an hour of hard work, he told everyone that Khan's illness had been cured, which really, made people feel like they had encountered a scam.

"Why, don't you even want to believe me?" The Great Shaman snorted in displeasure, his gaze sweeping over the princes and nobles full of shock and disbelief.

"Don't dare, respected great shaman, we are just very surprised, Your Majesty's illness has been getting heavier and heavier these days, so many doctors in our Golden Horde Court are helpless, but he actually cured His Majesty's illness so easily, it is really surprising." A wealthy middle-aged man stepped forward and said sincerely to the great shaman and stroked his chest.

"I don't know if this Divine Doctor Duan can tell me what kind of illness His Majesty is suffering from, and how can he show signs of healing in such a short period of time?" At this moment, another person stood up, looking at Duan Shaojun with a suspicious expression, how could it be like he was looking at a miracle doctor, more like he was looking at a charlatan.

Duan Shaojun moved his wrist and stopped Almu, who was unhappy and wanted to stand up and speak, and explained lightly. "Your Khan's condition is called pneumothorax, and if you are also a person who is familiar with surgical medicine, then you can quickly understand the origin of this name literally."

"Pneumothorax?" Everyone was confused at this moment, literally interpreting it, it means that his chest is about to explode in anger, or is it something?

Duan Shaojun ignored these strange things that came to find fault, and followed the footsteps of the great shaman and left the khan's golden horde.

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