Almost at the same time.

After Jiang Nian hugged Zhao Xiaobei, he did not pat his back or scratch his throat.

Instead, turn the child over and hold him in front of you.

Zhao Xiaobei's back was pressed against her chest, with his hands tightly clasped two fingers above the child's belly button.

Make a fist with one hand and hold your wrist tightly with the other.

Then push your hands backwards with force as if you were striking something.

As Jiang Nian exerted force with her arms, her hands squeezed Zhao Xiaobei's stomach again and again like a shock wave.

This first aid method is called the "Heimlich maneuver".

Decades later, the Heimlich maneuver was promoted nationwide and became a first aid method known to everyone.

But for people today...

Jiang Nian seemed to be just hitting the child's belly.

Can this really save Zhao Xiaobei?

Zhao Weidong's muscles were tense and his heart was in his throat.

Although Zhao Xiaobei is not his biological child, to a man, he is no different from his own.

This poor child had only lived a few days of peace and quiet, and if he died like this, he would live with guilt for the rest of his life.

If Song Yingying hadn't been holding his wrist, this burly man might have already pounced on Jiang Nian.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Jiang Nian used 60 to 70 percent of his strength and pressed Zhao Xiaobei's abdomen unremittingly according to a certain rhythm.

Sudden.

"cough!"

The dying Zhao Xiaobei let out a painful cough.

Immediately following.

“Ahem!”

Accompanied by increasingly clear coughing sounds, a pig bone was spit out from Zhao Xiaobei's mouth.

Rolling on the ground with a gurgling sound.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said in surprise.

"It's coming out! It's finally coming out!"

"The child is fine! The child is alive!"

"Xiaobei, Xiaobei? How are you?"

Jiang Nian stopped what he was doing, gently held Zhao Xiaobei in his arms, and lowered his head to observe the child's expression.

After recovering his breathing, Zhao Xiaobei's defeated gray-green complexion slowly faded, and gradually a hint of blood appeared.

The ordeal just now was a complete fright for such a young child.

It's like dying once.

Zhao Xiaobei breathed heavily and couldn't utter a word.

The circles around his eyes slowly began to turn red.

Jiang Nian touched Zhao Xiaobei's forehead and felt cold sweat all over.

"Xiaobei, don't be afraid, you're fine now."

"Yingying, make Xiaobei a cup of sugar water to calm him down."

"Captain Zhao, I give you the child. You hold him and comfort him."

Coax him, these three words seem to be only suitable for little Anbao.

Zhao Xiaobei usually looks like a young boy, which makes people forget that he is actually just a child of six or seven years old.

Children have every reason to cry, be afraid, and be willful.

After Jiang Nian's reminder, Zhao Weidong held Zhao Xiaobei in his arms, then apologized to Commander He and Professor Zhuang, and took the child back to the house first.

He did not forget to say this to Jiang Nian.

"Captain Qin, Comrade Jiang, you saved Xiaobei's life today. I, Zhao Weidong, will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

"There's no rush to talk about this now. Xiaobei is frightened, so it's more important to take care of the child first."

"Um."

Zhao Weidong nodded slightly, and looked at Jiang Nian with a look of seriousness and admiration.