083 Lan County really saved the drowning person

After that, everything went smoothly for several days. We started early and rested late every day, and we walked a lot.

In the evening of that day, everyone arrived at Lan County. After passing here, it would take another two days to reach Yuhang Prefecture.

"Everyone, listen to Jixiang's arrangements. Wash up and rest for a while, and go downstairs for dinner in half an hour." Sun Wen was also exhausted. Fortunately, Jixiang and his men had booked an inn in advance.

It was already June 22nd and the temperature was frighteningly high. We set off at dawn and rested only after dark. We had to rest for at least two hours around noon, and even so, everyone was still very tired.

Even the two most lively ones couldn't muster up any energy.

Ping An was showing amazing spirit at this time, and so was Lin Feng. This kid stayed by his side as much as possible, and it didn't help that Er Qiang was a little jealous.

After a break, the closer Sun Sicheng got to his destination, the more he practiced the two first aid methods. Since this matter was in his name, the more familiar he was with them, the better.

However, the drowning person may need to be given air after stopping breathing, which makes him a little embarrassed.

Even though this was just an attempt and not something that was actually done, it was still embarrassing.

The young apprentice told him that this could be done by asking the person's family to do it, as his family would definitely not want to save his life.

After Ping'an washed up, he changed into a three-quarter-sleeved summer shirt, feeling refreshed. While his master was washing up, he started playing with the silver leaves again.

He originally wanted to give five pieces to each of his people after landing, but when he thought about Jixiang Ruyi and the others, it would not be good to leave them alone. If he gave one piece to them, would he have to give one to the rest as well?

In addition to the master, him and his husband, there were twenty-nine other people. Each person got two slices, so half of it was gone, which made him reluctant to give it away.

Let’s just forget it.

"Playing with silver leaves again? Can you be more ambitious?"

Ping An put it away: "Master, it's just shiny and beautiful."

"Bang, bang, bang."

Ping An opened the door: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Master, hurry, hurry, a child who just fell into the water has arrived at the entrance of Baicao Hall. He just drowned for a while, but the doctor of Baicao Hall dared not to treat him. The child's family is crying for help."

Sun Sicheng nodded: "I see, maybe this is an opportunity God has given him, it depends on how long the child drowns."

The three of them ran quickly to Baicaotang.

The inn was less than a hundred meters away from Baicaotang. As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard several people crying and begging.

"It's really not that I didn't want to save him. Look, he's already dead."

The three of them squeezed in and saw that the man was holding a child of about seven or eight years old, who was limp and had indeed stopped breathing.

"How long have you been drowning?"

"Master, Master, you are here? The child is already dead."

Doctor Zhou, who was in his forties, cried with joy. He hadn't seen the eldest son for two years, and he still had many things he wanted to ask.

When I heard the Chinese character, "Young Master?" Could it be the Young Master of Baicaotang?

The family knelt down with the child in their arms, "Master, please save my son. He just drowned and was rescued. He has only been here for a while. My home is not far from here."

"Hurry up and lay the child flat on the ground. I'll try, but the child is definitely dead."

The man quickly laid the child flat on the ground.

Sun Sicheng took a deep breath, but he still felt unsure.

"Master, please clean his mouth first. I will help him breathe later. It's too late to teach others."

Sun Sicheng nodded.

I started to clean the child's mouth and actually picked out some mud and a piece of water grass.

Ping'an leaned over and gave the child two artificial respirations into his mouth.

This caused the people around to exclaim.

"Shut up, my disciple is trying to help him breathe, how about you guys come?" Sun Sicheng said angrily, "You can't surround us, quickly disperse, disperse, it's not good for saving the child."

The child's family members quickly dispersed the crowd.

The big guys didn't leave, they just watched from a distance.

Someone whispered, "A person who has already died can still be saved, unless he is a god. No matter how good the doctor of Baicaotang is, he can't save the dead, right?"

"That's right. That's right."

These words made the woman beside her cry so hard that she couldn't breathe.

Every time Sun Sicheng pressed the button thirty times, Ping An would give the child two breaths of air.

After several rounds, the child still didn't move.

The family cried even harder.

Sun Sicheng was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare to delay at all. He didn't dare to let others take action, as the strength of the technique was also very crucial.

"Master, I saw him spit out some water, but we have to continue."

Sun Sicheng was instantly excited and pressed the child's chest thirty times again. This time, before the child could breathe safely, he vomited a lot of water and soon his eyes opened.

After a short period of confusion, the child burst into tears, and the woman rushed over, hugged the child and cried desperately.

The man hit Sun Sicheng and Ping An several times, and blood came out of their foreheads.

"Hurry up, there's no need to do this. Fortunately, we are close to the inn. If we wait any longer, even gods won't be able to save your son. You'd better keep an eye on the child from now on."

The man shed tears: "There is a reservoir in the backyard of my home. I forgot to cover it with straw curtains. My child went in to play and found the person still struggling. When I picked him up, I found that he was dead. Thank you, eldest master. You are the great benefactor of my family. Thank you, young master, for your divine spirit."

It was the first time that Ping An heard artificial respiration and it sounded like magic.

"Listen, give the child some porridge and some light food for the next two days, and he will be back to normal in two days. It's safe, let's go."

"Master, we left in such a hurry that we didn't bring any money with us. Where do you live? I'll send it to you later."

Sun Sicheng was in a good mood, so he didn't want the money. "No need. The little guy has suffered a lot. Give him some money to make up for it."

After saying that, he took Ping'an's hand and walked towards the inn.

He was just planning to go to the government office in a few days to discuss spreading the two first aid methods, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come. With a little push from others, the matter would reach the ears of the Yuhang prefect within two days.

After accepting Ping'an, it seemed that many things went smoothly. Just like what the abbot said, a good disciple will bring good luck to his master, and Ping'an brought good luck to him.

He went back and took another shower, and Lin Feng quickly washed his clothes without saying a word.

Because of Lin Feng, the children all rolled up their sleeves and made the arduous journey. They would insist on practicing with Da Wu and Xiao Wu for more than half an hour every day.

Ping An has never stopped. He will not let go of such a good opportunity to learn martial arts in this life, especially at the best age.

Sun Wen saw the perfect cooperation between the master and the apprentice throughout the whole process, and he was filled with envy, jealousy and hatred. After all, he was only teaching Ping An to read, and was not worthy of being his real master.

The Great Zhou allows a person to have both his own civil and martial arts masters, but this child will be an outstanding person in the future. Even if he only chooses the path of medicine, his future achievements will not be worse than the eldest son.

The age of three can tell a person’s future, let alone the fact that he is no longer three years old.

The next morning, when the convoy slowly left the inn yard.

Almost all the family members came, and when they saw Sun Sicheng and Ping An coming out, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Sun Sicheng hurriedly pulled the two old men up: "There's really no need to do this, get up quickly."

After some rejection, Sun Sicheng and Ping An accepted the eggs and snacks. The family was not dressed well, but they were very honest. Ping An did not even take the purse they gave and directly gave it to the child.