Chapter 23 First Aid Manual

Everyone sighed silently. The rejection and contempt they had for the five black categories of children were gone. Instead, they felt that if they took better care of the children, perhaps the children would not take such risks for a little food. After all, Fang Lixi was really a sensible child.

Normally, the child didn't run around and play around. He took good care of his two sisters, looking for food everywhere. They were often seen at the market. However, they became thinner and smaller each time, and their height did not increase.

It was obvious that Fang Yuan worked very hard to earn work points and was almost exhausted, but the family of four still had no clothes to wear and no food to eat.

The night gradually enveloped the earth, and everything was covered with a green veil.

The surrounding villagers came and went, Nie Yichang and Hang Xianglei also joined the rescue team. The five men continued to perform artificial respiration and external chest massage on Fang Lixi, never giving up, repeating the boring movements alternately, each time according to the strength and speed standards she had verbally stated, not daring to be careless or perfunctory.

The two little girls' voices were so hoarse that they could hardly speak, but they were still mumbling. Suddenly, Fang Songyan was stunned and looked at the hand holding her brother in disbelief.

Maybe a few seconds passed, or maybe half an hour passed, before the not-so-big hand covered with calluses, frostbite and cracks actually moved again.

"Dad, sister, it moved, my brother's hand moved! Really, I saw it twice," Fang Songyan shouted in surprise almost in a whisper.

The people around were shocked and all looked at Fang Lixi's hand.

Fang Yuan and An Zhiqiu looked at each other and continued their actions without stopping, but their eyes were also fixed on Fang Lixi's hands.

Without making anyone wait any longer, Fang Lixi's hands really moved twice, then he coughed lightly, slowly opened his eyes, met Fang Yuan's red eyes, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, "Dad, I..."

"Good child," Fang Yuan hugged the child into his arms. When he heard the child groan, he quickly relaxed his grip and said in a choked voice, "It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake."

"Liuzi, go and harness the cart and take the child to the town hospital," the village chief said immediately.

An old lady in the crowd howled, "My little boy, you shouldn't have died. If you had met the educated youth Xiaoan, you would have been married and had children by now..."

When one person started crying, several others immediately followed suit, wiping their tears. It was obvious that one of their relatives had drowned, but no one knew the most basic rescue measures, and they watched helplessly as the person died. Everyone was in a mixed mood of joy and sorrow.

The ox cart was soon driven over. Fang Yuan looked at An Zhixia deeply and said heavily, "Thank you." He then got on the ox cart holding the child.

An Zhixia held back the two little girls who were about to follow and shook her head: "Take Fang Lixi to the hospital, I'll take care of the two little ones."

After that, she secretly stuffed a handful of money into her brother's pocket and said, "Brother, follow me."

"Well, okay. It's okay as long as the person wakes up. You take the two children to eat something good and have a good sleep. We will be here tomorrow." An Zhiqiu put the money away and rubbed the two little girls' heads.

Fang Yuan looked at his two daughters and said, "Listen to your auntie, daddy and brother will be back soon."

Looking at the An brothers and sisters, he finally forced a very faint smile on his face, and buried all the words of gratitude in his heart.

"Okay, it's important to go to the hospital," An Zhiqiu patted his shoulder.

While they were talking, the village chief also issued a letter of certification, and his wife packed a bag of bedding, clothes, and food. After sending them away, half of the people in the village surrounded An Zhixia and asked curiously.

"Xiao An, the educated youth, can you treat illnesses?"

"Xiao An, my father has been lying in bed for half a year. Do you think there is any way to cure him?"

"Xiao An, the educated youth, my wife has given birth to our first child for six years, but there is still no news. What's the reason?"

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"Stop, stop, stop!" An Zhixia sang a high note, and the surroundings became quiet.

She waved her hands helplessly: "I'm not a doctor. I just happened to see some simple first aid measures at school and copied them here."

"But this first aid measure is really effective. The five black categories, bah, you even saved that kid from the Fang family from the jaws of death. Do you have any other first aid measures?"

Someone tugged at the speaker's clothes and whispered, "You can't mention that person, or you'll be criticized."

But everyone looked at An Zhixia eagerly. If they could learn a few tricks, who knows how many lives could be saved.

The village chief also squeezed to the front and said solemnly: "Xiao An, educated youth, we are all not well educated. Our ancestors have lived in the village for generations and don't have much knowledge. In the words of the great man, we are ignorant. If you know some first aid measures, please share them with us?

Every year, countless naughty children drown in the surrounding areas. If we had known this method earlier, we could have saved half of the children’s lives.”

"Yes, Xiao An, you tell us, and I'll do the work for you later!"

"And me, I'm strong, I'm also striving for full work points..."

An Zhixia raised her hand, and everyone immediately shut up. "Okay, I'll try my best to write a relief manual during this time, and everyone will memorize it when the time comes."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, everyone expressed their gratitude and then dispersed.

Holding a child's hand each, they returned home.

Fei Zheng put out the fire in the stove, checked it, locked the kitchen and left.

After An Zhixia unlocked the door, she looked and saw that the stewed food in the pot was already cooked. After being left to dry for a while, the fragrant smell was still strong and fragrant. She served four bowls of stewed food and asked Fang Songyan to give them to Yang Jiong, Nie Yichang, Hang Xianglei and Fei Zheng respectively. Everyone helped more or less.

Let’s talk about it after the village chief’s family, the ox-cart driver Wang Liu’s family, and his brother come.

"Xiao An, the educated youth, this is what we should do," Yang Jiong held the braised food and wanted to refuse it, but the taste was too tempting. "I'll exchange it with the food you have." He turned and went back to the house to take out the package that had just been mailed from home, and took out a set of Beijing Eight Pieces, plus a can of food.

Nie Yichang also said awkwardly, "Who wouldn't lend a hand when seeing this? Xiao An, the educated youth, we are not as bad as you think."

"We're not after your food," Hang Xianglei also hummed, but they both went back to the house to get out food. A can of malted milk, a bag of milk powder, "Not for you, but for the two children."

The two little girls pulled at An Zhixia's clothes, their watery eyes stained with desire, and they shook their heads very obediently: "Uncles saved my brother, we should thank you. We can't take it."

"Uncles don't need these things. When your brother is well, let him catch some field mice and sparrows for us." Nie Yichang stuffed them full of food and pretended to be greedy, saying, "Uncles are not as good as you. We can't catch them. We are jealous of others eating them."

"Take it," An Zhixia didn't bother to be polite with them and spoke directly. The little girls took it with a smile and bowed obediently to express their gratitude.

(End of this chapter)