C47 Artificial Respiration
C47 Artificial Respiration
Why was this girl so slutty? How dare she remove the man's clothes!
When Yang Zhiyong saw this, he originally wanted to stop it, but he forcefully held it in. Since he had already let her save him, then he could not interfere!
Xue Xue'er raised her eyes and looked at Dazhuang as she said softly, "Uncle Dazhuang, can you help me!"
Dazhuang patted Xue Xue'er's head with a loving expression, "What do you want Uncle Dazhuang to help you with?"
However, some of the villagers started to feel sour again.
"Dazhuang, this is a matter of life and death. You must not mess around with Third Xue!"
"It doesn't matter if something happens to you, but you must not let the people of Donglin Village carry a bad reputation."
Dazhuang was just like his name. He was tall and big. When he heard these unpleasant words, he got up angrily. Suddenly, a soft and tender hand pulled him. "Dazhuang uncle, don't worry about them. Time is running out."
Dazhuang then took a breather. He squatted down and looked at Xue Xue'er, "Xue'er, what should Dazhuang uncle do?"
Xue Xue'er slowly opened her mouth, "Uncle Da Zhuang, press his heart like this."
Xue Xue'er demonstrated the resuscitation of the heart for him to see. This body was not enough to complete such a difficult task, so she would still find someone to help.
Dazhuang placed his hands on the boy's chest and pressed down, "Uncle Dazhuang, open his mouth and blow into it."
He did not know if he could save the boy, but he did not hesitate at all. He would perform CPR and artificial respiration.
She had occasionally heard from the old man that a drowning person's heart would suddenly stop in a temporary state of suspended animation. As long as she was rescued appropriately, she would be able to recover her life force.
There was actually such a glimmer of hope, and she would never give up.
"Uncle Dazhuang, be a little heavier." Xue Xue'er's tender voice spat out a few words, carrying maturity and steadiness that did not match her age.
Dazhuang steeled his heart and forcefully pulled!
The boy called Songshu instantly bounced up and spat out a mouthful of sewage, "Uh..."
"Ah... Ghost, ghost..." Some of the timid people were so scared that their souls almost fell out.
The people beside him looked at him in disdain, "What ghosts? It's obvious that he's alive."
"Songshu!"
Yang Zhiyong was overjoyed. He ran to his son's side and asked worriedly, "Songshu, open your eyes and look at me. Look at who I am. Do you remember me?"
Songshu spat out all the dirty water. His face was as pale as a vegetable. His chest heaved up and down violently. When he opened his eyes, he saw his own father.
"Dad, where am I?"
The big stone in Yang Zhiyong's heart dropped instantly. He couldn't help but shed tears of joy. "Do you remember how you fell into the water?"
Falling into the water!
Songshu felt a dull pain in his head. All the scenes appeared in front of his eyes like a slow movie.
He remembered.
Just now, the strong wind blew away his album. He originally wanted to pick it up, but the road was too slippery, so he fell into it. He almost died of exhaustion.
When Yang Zhiyong heard about it, he was anxious and angry, but when he saw his son like this, he could not bear to say anything!
Songshu turned his head and saw that his mother had fainted. His eyes were panicky, "Mom..."
"Your mother has nothing better to do than to be overwhelmed by anger. Just rest for a while."
"Oh right, it was a little girl who saved you..." Yang Zhiyong was originally looking for Xue Xue'er but found that she was not here just now.
"Where is the little girl?" Yang Zhiyong was anxious. She had saved his son, but he did not express anything!
Dazhuang frowned. "Xue'er is home for dinner!"
The villagers,... ""
Old Lady Xue's granddaughter actually saved someone!
This was like a dream!
"Dad, what are you talking about, what little girl..." Songshu indicated that he did not understand a single word since he woke up.
"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's see your mom first..."