Gu Yang looked at Ruan Xueling with pure eyes, "Mom, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the skin care products?"
Ruan Xueling took a deep breath, her eyes a little sinister: "It'd better be okay. Otherwise, I will never let Ruan Yan go!"
Gu Yang went upstairs and gave the set of skin care products to Ruan Xueling.
Ruan Xueling took the skin care products and went out. She was worried and wanted to go and see the test results in person.
Gu Yang also went out.
Jincheng in August is like a furnace. The sun is high in the sky at noon and heat waves roll in as soon as you go out.
The streets are lined with towering sycamore trees, casting a green shadow. It is the noon rush hour, with cars flowing like water, people coming and going, and a bustling atmosphere.
The girl was wearing a warm white dress, with waist-length hair. She walked lightly in the hustle and bustle, as if she was untouched by the world.
At this time, an old man in hospital gown stumbled towards me.
Gu Yangting was about to give way to the old man, but the old man fainted at her feet.
Gu Yang stood still: "..."
Is this, fraud
People passing by also stopped when they saw this.
"What's wrong with you, little girl? Don't you have eyes? How could you knock down an old man?" An old lady who was passing by to buy vegetables pointed at Gu Yang and scolded her.
"Looking at her extravagant outfit, she must be a rich girl. The second generation of rich people nowadays are so careless about human lives..."
Everyone gathered around Gu Yang, talking and pointing. Some held up their phones to take videos, and some called an ambulance.
As a psychologist, Gu Yang had a good psychological quality and was not affected by the comments, nor did she have time to pay attention to the discussions of the crowd. She half squatted down to check the old man's condition, and then she found that the old man was not trying to scam people, but had a cardiac arrest.
Although she is a doctor specializing in psychology and mental illness, she still needs to know the most basic first aid knowledge.
The people around were stunned when they saw Gu Yang's actions.
But soon someone mocked: "Isn't he just pretending? How can a second-generation rich man like him perform CPR?"
"She must be pretending. How much strength is needed to press the heart? How can a little girl do it? Don't make trouble later!"
"So what if it's just a mess? There's always someone in the family of a rich second-generation like this who can sort it out."
Of course, there were people in the crowd who had seen the whole thing and knew that Gu Yang was innocent, so they argued for Gu Yang. But their voices were almost suppressed by the condemnation.
A young man wearing a black mask couldn't stand it and stood up to defend Gu Yang, but no one listened to him. He could only get close to Gu Yang and ask, "Sister, are you okay? Do you want me to press on you?"
During cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the frequency of external chest compressions is at least one hundred times per minute, and the compression depth is at least five centimeters. The amount of effort required is self-evident.
Another middle-aged man took the initiative to step forward, opened the old man's airway, and performed artificial respiration in coordination with Gu Yang's heart compressions.
A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived and medical staff carried the old man into the ambulance.
One of the doctors breathed a sigh of relief after checking the old man's condition. "Fortunately, the four minutes of golden rescue time were not wasted. The CPR was done very well."
He looked at Gu Yang approvingly: "Little girl, your first aid measures are very standard, and your heart compression posture is very standard."
Even after the sound of the ambulance faded away, the onlookers were still in shock, and the voices pointing fingers at Gu Yang seemed to have been paused.
(End of this chapter)