The woman who was checking her breath fell to the ground with a pale face, and the old woman was so frightened that she almost fainted.
Mo Yutong's expression froze, and he quickly touched the carotid artery two finger widths away from the Adam's apple. There was a weak pulse, so the patient could still be saved.
Then, in front of everyone's astonished eyes, Mo Yutong laid the child flat on the ground, pinched her cheeks, and leaned towards the ground.
"Mo Zhiqing, Yang Jia is gone, why don't you let her go?" A woman came closer and exclaimed, this is disrespectful to the deceased, and you will be struck by lightning!
Mo Yutong didn't bother to pay attention to her and said in a low voice: "Brother Li, make sure there is enough air circulation around. Yang Jia is not dead yet."
"Mo Zhiqing, are you serious? Jia Jia is still alive..." The old woman looked at her in disbelief.
"Yes, alive!" Mo Yutong knelt beside Yang Jia, pinched her nostrils with two fingers, then leaned over and began to blow air into her mouth continuously.
It's too much of a joke to think that it can be cured by blowing into your mouth!
Then she lifted Yang Jia's clothes, pressed her palms on her chest, crossed her fingers, and pressed her arms vertically downwards.
"Hey, Mo Zhiqing, stop wasting your energy!" an auntie sneered, her eyes full of disdain.
Mo Yutong didn't stop what she was doing. She answered firmly, "As long as there's a glimmer of hope, you shouldn't give up."
"You are treating the dead with disrespect!" an old woman nearby said sarcastically, with even a hint of sneer on her lips.
"If I don't save her, I'm wasting her life."
"Mo Zhiqing, you're not a medical worker, so you can't play the hero here. You'd better notify Yang Chunshan to come back and take care of the matter as soon as possible."
"You're still holding a funeral for a three-year-old kid? Just find a straw mat and throw it in the mountains."
"You old woman, you dare to curse my great-granddaughter. You will die miserably! I will strangle you to death!" Yang Jia's grandmother didn't listen to these words at all and immediately pounced on the old woman.
Listening to the sounds of them fighting, Mo Yutong couldn't help but frown. Seeing this, Yan Mingli, who had already put on his clothes, hurried over and said, "I'll take your place. You teach me how to do it?"
"Okay!" Mo Yutong really had no strength left. He made room and said hurriedly, "Cross your fingers and overlap them. Locate the lower third of the line connecting your two nipples and perform sternal compressions. The depth should be at least 5cm, and the frequency should be 100-120 times per minute."
"Okay!" Yan Mingli is a man after all, and his strength is much greater than hers.
Another woman came closer and shook her head in disdain: "Humph, Mo Zhiqing, don't be naive. Do you really think that you two can really save a drowned person?"
Mo Yutong didn't want to answer her, and Yan Mingli was unable to answer her because he was concentrating on performing first aid.
His hands were seen pressing rapidly and rhythmically on Yang Jia's chest. If the drowning little girl was not only two or three years old, these people would not know how to choreograph it.
The scattered crowd of onlookers began to whisper. Some people felt that Yan Mingli was doing useless work, while others thought that Mo Yutong was deliberately delaying time.
It must be because of Yang Goudan’s matter that they indirectly targeted Yang Goudan’s uncle’s granddaughter.
But no matter what the people around him said, Yan Mingli did not stop what he was doing. He knew that only by rescuing Yang Jia could he slap these people in the face.
"Jia Jia, Jia Jia!" An anxious male voice sounded from afar, and quickly ran through the crowd to Yan Mingli.
"Brother Yan, Jiajia...are you okay?" The person who came was Yang Dachun's youngest son, and Yang Jia's uncle. He just graduated from high school and has not found a job yet.
"Why don't you pull them apart first." Mo Yutong pointed at the two old women who were still fighting nearby.
"Grandma, stop fighting, grandma..." Yang Chunhai came over and tried to stop the fight.
Suddenly, a woman's surprised voice rang out, "Look, Yang Jia has a reaction!"
The two old women stopped fighting for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Jia's face. Sure enough, her complexion was much better than before.
"Brother Li, don't stop, keep pressing!" Mo Yutong observed Yang Jia while asking Yan Mingli to continue first aid.
After receiving the little girl's order, Yan Mingli naturally did not stop and continued to press hard.
It was not until Yang Jia finally coughed a few times and slowly opened her eyes that he stood up from beside her.
"He's saved!" Cheers broke out in the crowd.
The sarcastic aunts, grandmothers and old women were all stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Mo Yutong breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Yan Mingli up, and retreated towards the crowd. If they didn't leave now, they would be unable to leave because of those people asking questions.
"Jia Jia, Jia Jia, you're awake!" Yang Chunhai hugged little Yang Jia in his arms.
"Uncle, I feel uncomfortable!" Yang Jia leaned weakly against Yang Chunhai, pursed her lips and began to cry softly.
"It was Mo Zhiqing and Uncle Yan who saved you. We should thank them." Yang Chunhai looked up, but found that there was no trace of the two people in the crowd that gathered around him.
On the road not far away, a bicycle was pedaling farther and farther away.
"I didn't expect this Mo Zhiqing to be even more capable than the medical staff."
"The Yan family kid is not bad either. He was the one who went down to the river and fished the man out. We are old and weak, and we don't have the energy to do it even if we want to."
"That's right, I want to save him, but I'm too old and can't swim!"
"What do you think will happen in the future? Can we go to the Yan family compound to look for Mo Zhiqing?"
"Mo Zhiqing is from the city, and now he's the scorekeeper, so he won't let you watch him for free."
"Then I'll bring some home-cooked dishes."
"A visit from the hygienist, regardless of whether or not he prescribes medicine, costs five cents."
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