Chapter 159 Roast Duck
120 was definitely called, but the person on the other end told them to call 119 first.
"We have to go up the mountain to carry it; there's nothing we can do even if we send a vehicle from here."
After making the phone call, it will take at least two hours to get up the mountain.
"If you have the means, it would be best to carry the person down."
Otherwise, going up and down the mountain, it would take at least five or six hours to get to the hospital.
The patient was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and his wife, who was about the same age, was beside him, supporting him and unable to stop her tears from falling.
"What do we do? The person is still dizzy."
I don't know if we can lift her now. Besides, if we can, who around can help her?
Some people shouted that there was no doctor, and others told the panicked family members that they should perform CPR.
"I...I don't know how to perform CPR!"
Just now, her husband was frowning, struggling to breathe, and sweating profusely. He even seemed about to vomit from time to time. She thought he had heatstroke, but who knew that he would faint as soon as she helped him sit down.
Without a doctor, no one dared to perform CPR.
She's sitting here all alone now, and there's nothing she can do but wait.
The woman looked around pleadingly, but those around her who could perform CPR avoided her gaze. In the end, she could only grit her teeth, lay her husband flat on the ground, and steel herself to perform CPR.
Wen Fan stood on the periphery, frowning and remaining silent.
At the critical moment, a voice emerged.
"Wait a minute..."
Ji Baiyi and his classmates appeared out of nowhere.
Wen's mother tugged at Wen's father's sleeve, somewhat worried.
This child is too kind-hearted. What will happen if something goes wrong later?
Even the people around them shook their heads, thinking to themselves that these young people were too reckless.
One of Ji Baiyi's classmates was the first to stand up. He rummaged through his bag and soon pulled out a stethoscope, which he then placed on his heart and lungs to listen.
The boy who had asked Wen's mother where to buy roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) earlier opened his phone and said to those around him, "Uncles and aunts, please be witnesses. We are medical students. This counts as an act of bravery, right?"
Those around quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, we can!"
Wen's mother quickly raised her phone and pointed it at Ji Baiyi, whispering to Wen's father, "Let's take pictures too, so that no one can extort Baiyi."
The boy held up his phone and asked the unconscious man's wife about his medical history and symptoms.
The woman finally found a lifeline, clutching the boy's phone and repeatedly expressing her gratitude: "Don't worry, kid, I definitely won't scam you!"
Ji Baiyi also picked up the stethoscope to listen, contacted the patient's family about the patient's history of hypertension, and discussed it with several other senior students who were already in residency training. They basically confirmed that it was a myocardial infarction.
There's no need to lift him down now. Just find a mat, spread it out, and have him lie down quietly with his upper body elevated and his collar loosened.
"Let's take a break and keep the ventilation going."
Ji Baiyi and several boys listened to the man's heartbeat at all times, preparing to start CPR should cardiac arrest occur.
Whether or not this treatment was effective, the man soon groggily opened his eyes.
As soon as the patient woke up, Ji Baiyi asked the patient about his feelings again, and this time he was completely certain that it was a myocardial infarction.
Ji Baiyi raised his hand to check his watch, first asking about the symptoms and time, then making another call to the ambulance, explaining the suspected heart attack symptoms, and asking them to prepare for emergency treatment.
After handling the situation, Ji Baiyi finally noticed Wen's parents and Wen Fan behind the crowd.
Without saying a word, Ji Baiyi simply nodded.
When Wen's mother saw that the filming was almost done, and that there were also helpful people coming down the mountain who had been filming the whole thing, she confidently declared that she would testify if she was being extorted. This terrified the patient's family members nearby, who kept insisting that they would never extort money and even produced their ID cards.
"Young man, don't worry, we are all reasonable people. Even if... even if something happens, we won't do anything that goes against our conscience."
Ji Baiyi and her classmates kept an eye on the man who kept waking up and falling unconscious.
After several exchanges, Ji Baiyi ran over in the middle and greeted Wen's mother.
"Aunt Xia, you don't need to worry about me. I know what I'm doing."
Wen's mother: "You're really bold. Anyway, I've taken a video, and I'll send it to your phone later."
After giving a few more instructions, Wen Fan suddenly took out the remaining baked buns with meat from his bag.
"for you."
Ji Baiyi smiled and didn't refuse: "You guys go hiking... Happy May Day holiday."
This last sentence was addressed to Wen Fan.
Wen Fan nodded, and the family then set off.
This unexpected incident happened out of the blue, and the family didn't even have time to eat lunch.
After climbing for another half hour, we finally found a place with tables and chairs to eat.
Things are so convenient these days. If the last time the family went out, they could only eat cold food, then this time Wen Fan has found a way to eat hot food even on the mountain.
A simple portable gas stove, and a sealed foil box. Lift a corner of the lid and place it directly on the gas stove to heat.
The aroma soon wafted out.
Wen's mother unscrewed the lid of the insulated box, inside was still warm rice.
Mother Wen was still preoccupied with what had just happened, and said worriedly, "I wonder if that person was saved."
Mr. Wen paused in serving rice: "It should be alright... Didn't our daughter give all the baked buns with meat to Ji Boyi? She won't go hungry."
Wen's mother could easily see through her husband's strange behavior, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you acting so strangely? It's just a few steamed buns with meat inside."
When Ji Baiyi worked here before, Wen's father didn't care this much.
Mr. Wen was a little annoyed and wanted to talk to his wife about it, but he felt that if he did, he would probably just be making a fool of himself.
Then look at the daughter standing to the side...
Well, I can't stay still for a moment, so I grabbed a bag and went to dig for wild vegetables.
"...It's nothing, is the food heated up?"
Wen Fan didn't prepare anything too complicated this time; a large tin foil box contained roasted duck.
The roasted duck, with its reddish-brown skin, is chopped into pieces and used to make a spicy hot pot. Even when cold, its spicy aroma is incredibly enticing. Now that it's heated up, the fragrance is insane. Red oil and sesame seeds cover the surface, and the roasted duck skin transforms from hard and crispy to soft. There are even one or two pieces of skin that have separated from the duck meat and float on the surface of the soup.
Wen Fan took out two wet wipes, wiped his hands, and stirred them: "Done."
This stirring caused the lotus root slices, potato slices, and wide rice noodles to rise to the top.
Remove all the lids that weren't completely torn off earlier, turn the portable gas stove to a low flame, and let the hot pot simmer in the center, driving the chili oil to the sides.
After climbing all morning, Wen's mother was truly hungry. She eagerly picked up a piece of duck meat. The duck, roasted over the fire and then simmered in the red oil, had become tender and juicy. With a gentle pull, the skin fell off easily, and it was incredibly fragrant. The duck meat inside was even more tender and juicy, thanks to the permeation of the spicy red oil. The broth was hot and spicy, and the duck meat fibers were already infused with the flavorful marinade.
The spicy flavor is a perfect match for rice, especially the red oil, which quickly turns the white rice into a red patch.
Wen Fan ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice and then started picking at the side dishes.
Unlike the rich and flavorful duck meat, the side dishes, though simple, are surprisingly delicious when paired with chili oil.
The lotus root slices were crisp and refreshing, the potato slices were cooked until soft and tender, and even the wide rice noodles were piping hot and smooth.
The family chose a spot not at any tourist attraction, but at a stone table where they could rest, and there were very few people around who stopped to rest.
Even so, this pot of braised roast duck still attracted a lot of attention.
Some people remarked that carrying tableware up the mountain was really not afraid of trouble.
Some people slapped their thighs and exclaimed, "If I had known, I would have brought one too!"
A portable gas stove isn't heavy, and being able to eat hot food on the mountain is better than anything else.
Many others, however, snorted and cursed inwardly.
No, everyone just eats some bread and drinks some water, and at most they bring a roast chicken up the mountain to eat with instant noodles. How could you bring a stove and roast duck?
Isn't this just plain tempting?!
Egg Yolk remained squatting on the ground, waiting for Wen Fan to kindly throw him a duck bone or two. Wen Fan, still not reassured, poured another cup of water, rinsed the bones, and then gave them to him.
The dog was munching on the egg yolk with gusto, making all the passing dogs incredibly envious. There was even a fluffy Samoyed whose owner couldn't stop it from squeezing over to beg for food.
"...Didn't I feed you? Didn't I feed you?"
The Samoyed couldn't understand human speech, but it rubbed against Wen Fan with a grin, its eyes fixed on the duck bone on Wen Fan's chopsticks.
Wen Fan:......
I really want to touch it!
Although I love my own dog, this big dog is so cute!
It has white fur!
Wen Fan managed to restrain himself from touching it, but Egg Yolk got angry and started barking, refusing to let the other eat its duck bones.
The Samoyed's owner was in a panic, fearing the two dogs would start fighting.
"My dear, shall we go up the mountain? I'll buy you some grilled sausages!"
The Samoyed was quite fat, so it sat down on the ground and started acting spoiled.
It doesn't know anything about grilled sausages; it wants to eat meat!
The yolk is making noise over there, while it's rubbing against this side.
The dog owner had no choice but to ask Wen Fan if she could sell her a bowl.
"I'm really out of ideas!"
I brought the dog here to lose weight, but this dog managed to eat its way up the mountain by being incredibly cute. Now, seeing others eating meat, it's refusing to move.
Mother Wen was amused, but still said, "This dish is very spicy, can it be eaten?"
The egg yolk is making a werwering sound.
Looking at the large, red bowl, the Samoyed's owner made a firm decision: "I'll give it some hot water to cook!"
How embarrassing! I'll never bring my dog out again.
Wen's mother took out a disposable bowl from her bag: "It's too spicy, so don't feed him. Here are two duck butts, you can take them."
I was in such a rush this morning that I don't know why I packed up the duck butt too.
Mother Wen put the duck's rear end into a small bowl, and the master thanked her profusely and placed it on the ground, saying, "Ancestor, eat up."
No sooner said than done, a shadow flashed by, and Egg Yolk couldn't take it anymore; the two dogs suddenly started fighting.
"Hey hey hey?"
Wen Fan: "...Mom, why didn't you say you brought a duck butt?"
Egg Yolk loves this the most, and now it's watching helplessly as it gets given to other dogs; it's probably furious.
The two puppies were fighting non-stop, so the adults quickly stopped them. Wen Fan took the opportunity to pet the white dog a couple of times, and was quite satisfied.
The dog pulled it away, but the duck's butt in the small bowl was gone.
Father Wen pointed to a few small fur balls not far away: "We were careless."
While the two dogs were fighting, a few cats appeared out of nowhere and managed to steal DuckButt away!
The egg yolk barked, and the Samoyed barked incessantly.
In the distance, a large, long-haired white cat leisurely nibbled on a duck's rear end in the sunlight.
The Samoyed's owner slapped his forehead, forgetting about the dog, and quickly took a picture.
After taking the photos, he muttered, "I've got it! I've got the theme image for the next issue."
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