Chapter 225 The First Lesson at the Military Medical College
This is the location of the Capital Military Region Medical College.
The gray school building, the straight poplar trees, and the students in military uniforms doing morning exercises on the playground, their slogans loud and clear, carrying the vigor and discipline unique to this era.
Lu Zhanming parked the car near the teaching building and accompanied Gu Baobao towards the largest lecture hall building.
He wasn't wearing his military uniform today, but a crisp, dark Zhongshan suit. He stood tall and straight, with a stern expression. Walking beside Gu Baobao, he looked like a silent guardian angel.
There were still fifteen minutes before class started, but as soon as they reached the door of the largest lecture hall, the two sensed something was wrong.
It's too quiet.
It wasn't that there was no one, but rather that there were too many people, so many that it created a stifling, silent atmosphere.
The classroom door was wide open, and the room was completely dark.
The lecture hall, which can accommodate more than 200 people, was packed with people sitting behind every table, and even the aisles on every step of the stairs were crowded with people who had brought their own small stools.
There were several rows of people standing along the wall behind.
As far as the eye can see, there is almost no open space.
Everyone waited quietly, notebooks and pens in hand, their eyes all fixed on the doorway.
When Gu Baobao and Lu Zhanming appeared, the sea of black heads stirred slightly, and countless eyes instantly focused on them.
Surprise, curiosity, scrutiny, anticipation, doubt... a mix of emotions lingered in those gazes.
Gu Baobao paused almost imperceptibly.
She knew her class might attract some attention, after all, the name "Gu Baobao" was no secret in the military hospital system and among the higher-ups.
But she didn't expect it to be like this.
These don't look like students here to listen to a lecture.
It was as if the entire medical school, and even relevant units in the vicinity, had come!
She even spotted a few somewhat familiar faces near the front:
They were several senior experts who had previously participated in her zero-sample demonstration meeting!
They were even sitting among the students, notebooks open in front of them, looking serious and focused.
The pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressed down silently.
This is not an operating table, not a laboratory; there are no instruments or medicines for her to rely on.
There is only a blackboard, a few pieces of chalk, and countless pairs of eyes below the stage waiting to be judged, scrutinized, or to absorb knowledge.
She looked younger and less like an expert than most of the students in the audience.
A warm and firm pressure came from my palm.
Lu Zhanming tightened his grip on her hand and whispered in her ear:
"Don't be afraid. What you're telling us is what they've been dreaming of knowing."
His voice was steady, carrying a strange, soothing power.
Gu Baobao took a deep breath, suppressing the tension she felt at that moment.
Afraid?
She, Gu Baobao, dares to even venture into the underworld, so why would she be afraid to stand on this podium?
She raised her head, a graceful and composed smile on her face, and, meeting countless gazes, released Lu Zhanming's hand and walked steadily toward the podium.
She took off her military overcoat and draped it over the chair next to the podium, revealing a well-fitting dark blue wool sweater underneath, which accentuated her upright posture and long neck.
Lu Zhanming carried her small cloth bag and walked to the last row of the classroom, near the door, where an empty seat had been deliberately left.
He didn't sit down, but leaned against the wall, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His gaze calmly swept across the entire room, finally settling on the slender yet upright figure on the podium.
The door closed gently behind him, but not completely.
He's right here, within sight, and can react instantly to any unusual movement.
The classroom was so quiet you could hear the water flowing through the heating pipes.
Gu Baobao stood behind the podium, her gaze sweeping calmly over the audience.
The young students' faces were filled with curiosity and a touch of excitement;
The older doctors and specialists had deep, scrutinizing, and inquisitive gazes.
And those sitting on small stools in the aisle, of various social statuses, all had their eyes fixed on her.
"Hello, comrades."
She spoke, her voice clear and bright, not loud, yet it carried distinctly throughout the quiet classroom, carrying a calmness beyond her years.
"I am Gu Baobao. Today, I will share with you some practical methods and ideas for emergency medical treatment in battlefield and everyday accidents."
There were no lengthy introductions of titles, and no pretentious opening remarks.
Simple and straightforward.
She turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote several large characters on the blackboard:
The crucial four minutes can be the key to survival.
Before we get to the specific techniques, I'd like to ask everyone to think about this question:
When an accident occurs, and the injured person suffers significant blood loss or suffocates due to airway obstruction, and professional rescue forces cannot arrive immediately, what is the most effective thing that ordinary people around us can do?
The question was posed, and the audience fell silent, but many people's eyes began to focus.
"Is it waiting?"
Gu Baobao asked and answered herself.
"No, it's about seizing that most precious golden time. Today, we'll start with the most basic, but often life-or-death, first aid for airway obstruction and hemostasis at the scene of trauma."
Instead of immediately showcasing advanced techniques, she started with the most common and deadly emergency situations.
This instantly captured everyone's attention.
Whether you're a student just starting out in medicine or a seasoned surgeon, you know how important these basic first aid skills are in critical moments.
Gu Baobao began explaining the Heimlich maneuver.
Instead of using complicated medical jargon, she used the simplest language and simple diagrams on the blackboard to clearly explain the principles, applicable situations, and key points of operation.
When she got to the crucial point, she even invited a student in the front row who looked very strong to come up and personally demonstrate the hand positions and force application techniques for different body types and situations.
"Remember, the hug from behind, with your fist two finger widths above your navel, is a quick upward and inward thrust. It's not a slap, but an explosive force that creates an artificial cough to expel the foreign object."
Her explanations were concise and powerful, and her demonstrations were accurate and to the point.
Below the stage, the scratching sound of pens slicing across paper grew louder.
The student who was chosen as the demonstration model blushed as she returned to her seat amidst the envious gazes of her classmates, listening intently.
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