That afternoon, the machines in the textile workshop were roaring as usual, and the female workers were busy at their respective posts.

Suddenly, a scream was heard from a loom near the door, followed by the dull thud of a body falling to the ground.

"Hey, Sister Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

"Hurry up, someone, Zhang Shufen has fainted!"

The workshop suddenly became noisy, the sound of the machines faded, and the female workers gathered around.

Bao Xiangxiang, who was nearby, was the first to rush over. She saw Zhang Shufen, the female worker in charge of blocking the car, with a pale face, clenched teeth, lying on the ground unconscious, her hands and feet still twitching slightly.

"Hurry, go to the factory office building and call Director Lu, and then send someone to the clinic to call the boss!"

Bao Xiangxiang remained relatively calm. While giving instructions, she tried to pinch Zhang Shufen's Ren Zhong, but to little effect.

The workers were in chaos and panic.

Chen Mo happened to come to the workshop to find Bao Xiangxiang to get something, and immediately squeezed in when she heard the noise.

"Move aside, I'm a medical student, let me take a look."

Her calmness instantly gave the panicked crowd a sense of security, and they automatically made way for her.

Shen Mo quickly knelt down beside Zhang Shufen, and quickly checked the patient's pupils, breathing and pulse. She touched her neck and found that her pulse was fast and weak, and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Combined with her working environment and sudden symptoms.

She initially judged that this was most likely a hypertensive crisis induced by overwork or emotional stress, or severe hypoglycemia, and even acute cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease could not be ruled out. First aid must be given immediately, otherwise there would be a risk of life!

"Everyone, spread out a little to keep the air circulating. Sister Xiangxiang, help me find something soft to elevate her feet." Chen Mo spoke quickly.

She quickly laid the patient flat on his back with his head tilted to one side to prevent him from choking on vomit, and loosened the clothing around his neck and waist to keep his airway open.

While continuously monitoring the patient's pulse and breathing, she loudly asked the workers around her: "Did Sister Zhang say she felt dizzy recently? Does she have high blood pressure? Did she eat breakfast?"

A coworker quickly replied, "Sister Zhang seemed to have mentioned before that she sometimes felt dizzy and dazed... I came in such a hurry this morning, it felt like I ate a steamed bun!"

The likelihood of hypoglycemia and overexertion increases.

Shen Mo had a preliminary judgment in her mind.

She looked up and asked anxiously, "Who has some candy? Fruit candy or sugar water will do! Quick!"

Immediately, a female worker took out the fruit candy she brought with her, and Bao Xiangxiang quickly poured a cup of warm sugar water in a teacup.

Chen Mo carefully slurried the sugar water into the gap between Zhang Shufen's slightly opened lips, and kept calling softly: "Sister Zhang? Sister Zhang? Do you hear me? Hold on!"

At this tense moment, Lu Qingyang hurried to the door of the workshop after hearing the news.

놛 did not rush in immediately, but stopped at the edge of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the slender figure kneeling on the ground, concentrating on rescuing the patient.

The head of the factory clinic finally came running over with a medicine box.

Shen Mo reported to the general public what she had observed and the first aid measures she had taken:

"The patient is a female who experienced a sudden loss of consciousness, accompanied by brief convulsions, a weak and rapid pulse, and rapid, shallow breathing. She has a suspected history of hypertension and has not eaten breakfast. Initial suspicion is that she may be in a hypoglycemic coma or hypertensive crisis. She has been kept in an unobstructed position and has received sugar supplements..."

The head of the clinic listened and examined, nodding repeatedly:

"It was handled promptly and correctly! Thanks to you, 땢志!"

The patient was quickly given further examination and treatment.

After a while, after replenishing sugar and resting for ventilation, Zhang Shufen's face gradually regained some color. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Great! Sister Zhang is awake!"

"It's really scary."

Shen Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing. She then realized that her palms were full of sweat, and her knees were numb from kneeling for so long.

She raised her head and happened to meet Lu Qingyang's gaze outside the crowd.

놛 was looking at her quietly with deep eyes. 놛 didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly to her and gave her a thumbs up.

Sister Zhang Shufen rested for half a day and felt much better, but her gratitude towards Shen Mo became stronger.

As soon as the bell rang, she hurriedly found Chen Mo who was waiting for Bao Xiangxiang, grabbed her hand, and her eyes were red again:

"Chen Zhi, today is really thanks to you! If it weren't for you, I might have lost my life there! You must give me a chance to thank you! Don't eat in the cafeteria tonight, come to my house and eat. I'll ask your sister to cook two dishes. We must eat something good to replenish ourselves. You are exhausted today."

Sister Zhang's tone was excited and her hands were clenched tightly, fearing that Shen Mo would refuse.

Shen Mo was a little embarrassed by her sudden enthusiasm and said quickly: "Sister Zhang, you are too polite. I just happened to meet you and did what I should do. You have just recovered. Don't be busy. It is important to have a good rest. You really don't need to eat..."

"No, I have to go. You saved my life, what's a meal like that? If you don't go, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life. Xiangxiang should go too, so we can go together! Let's go!"

Without saying anything, she held Chen Mo in one hand and called Bao Xiangxiang in the other, and hurried to the dormitory.

Chen Mo and Bao Xiangxiang looked at each other, feeling helpless.

It was hard to refuse such a kind offer, so Shen Mo had no choice but to nod: "Okay, okay, Sister Zhang, please go slowly, I will go with you, don't worry, take care of yourself."

Sister Zhang finally smiled and said, "Hey! That's right!"

Sister Zhang's home is in the staff dormitory behind the factory. Although the furnishings are simple, it is kept clean.

She is also an honest worker, working at the construction site of a pharmaceutical factory.

I got off work early and was busy in front of the stove, with an enticing aroma wafting from the pot.

Their little son was lying on the table doing his homework, looking at the stranger who came in curiously.

"Hurry up and sit down. The house is small, please don't be disgusted."

Sister Zhang greeted him warmly and quickly said to him, "Old Li, this is the Shen Zhi I told you about. He is the factory director's lover and he is my great benefactor today."

Old Li quickly put down the spatula, rubbed his hands, smiled naively, and thanked him repeatedly: "Mr. Shen, thank you so much, thank you for saving my child."

Dinner was served soon.

The small round table was filled to the brim.

A pot of traditional hot pot soup is definitely the star of the show. It is lotus root, peanut and pork bone soup. The soup is milky white and fragrant. The lotus root is soft and sticky, and the peanuts are soft and rotten. You can tell at a glance that it has been cooked to perfection.

Half a soy sauce chicken, with shiny skin and red soy sauce and tender meat, is a staple dish for Cantonese people to entertain guests. It is also served with a small dish of minced ginger and scallions.

A dish of steamed grass carp, steamed only with shredded ginger, shredded green onion and light soy sauce, retaining the freshness and sweetness of the fish to the greatest extent.

A dish of stir-fried choy sum with garlic: green and crispy looking.

The staple food is fragrant white rice.

Sister Zhang kept using the serving chopsticks to pick up food for Chen Mo and Bao Xiangxiang, especially putting the plump chicken leg into Chen Mo's bowl.

"There's nothing good to eat, you must eat your fill."

Chen Mo and Bao Xiangxiang looked at each other. It wasn't that there weren't any good dishes; all the good dishes were served.