Chapter 261 Artificial Respiration
Tykson clenched his fists and looked at the two men ferociously.
The photographer standing by supported Tykson, actually pulling him back to prevent him from acting impulsively.
When Chu Qiao passed by the three people, he clearly heard them whispering: "Don't be impulsive, we still have to rely on this old man this time."
Tykson's chest, which had been rising and falling, slowly calmed down.
Chu Qiao was worried about hypothermia at night, so he kept the fire burning brightly. The camel oil burned fully. Although it did not make the annoying crackling sound of ordinary branches, the smell of the burning camel oil was a bit pungent.
[A-choo——]
【cough--】
Over in the tent, Texan kept coughing and sneezing, unable to adapt to the smell.
With a "swish", the zipper of the tent was opened, and Texan strode over with his nose covered, holding a pot of water in his hand, and poured it into Chu Qiao's burning camel oil.
Chu Qiao was quick-witted and quick-handed. He picked up the plastic bag beside him, stretched out his hands, and steadily caught the pot of water.
"Thank you for sharing your water with me." Chu Qiao said as he poured the 'Sword Borrowed from a Straw Boat' into his cup.
"I must put out this fire for you today."
Teksen didn't know whether it was the smell of camel oil or anger that made his cheeks flush red, and he stomped on the flames without any reason.
Chu Qiao opened his eyelids with a complicated expression. Is this guy... looking for death?
She wanted to stop him, but shook her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, hiding a mischievous smile. It would be good to teach him a lesson.
The camel oil instantly covered Texan's shoes, and Texan's leather shoes immediately caught fire.
The flames continued to burn along Tekfeng's trouser legs, and in less than ten seconds, the trouser legs were on fire!
Seeing the fire getting bigger, Chu Qiao didn't hesitate at all and said calmly: "If you want to survive, roll in the sand quickly, otherwise you will lose your skin."
Tyxun stubbornly kept repeating Chu Qiao's words and kept jumping around.
Seeing this, the two photographers poured the water from their human bodies onto Texon.
Half of the water they stored this time was poured on Teksen, but the flames on Teksen were still burning high.
Seeing that they didn't listen, Chu Qiao shouted again: "Get down and roll in the sand, quickly."
Before he finished speaking, a foot stretched out, and Texon rolled down from the gentler side of the hill. The flames were cut off from contact with the air due to the constant sliding friction, and slowly became smaller!
Chu Qiao turned his head and saw that Mr. Mo had not yet retracted his foot.
Chu Qiao gave Mo Laoshen a thumbs up: "You have courage."
The photographer ran down the mountain in a panic, and two hours later he brought up the disheveled and wet Tekson.
Tykerson walked towards Chu Qiao unconvinced, but was stopped by two photographers behind him: "Don't mess with her."
Tyxon was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. As if he remembered something, he rushed towards Mo Lao and punched him in the chest.
Tykson used a lot of force in this punch, and it was too late for Chu Qiao, who was far away, to block it.
There was a loud bang, and Mr. Mo lost his balance and fell down instantly.
"Oh no, hurry up and catch him." Chu Qiao shouted and ran forward.
The three people stood there in a daze, never realizing that the place where Mr. Mo was standing was full of moving rubble.
Mr. Mo fell down the slope.
Chu Qiao's body froze. The side where Mo Lao fell was a landslide, and it was very steep. What if...
Chu Qiao ran downstairs without thinking.
[Master Chu, it's dangerous.]
Protect yourself first.
【Master Chu, come back soon. 】
【Little Chicken: Are you going to die?】
However, Chu Qiao acted as if he didn't see it and continued walking down step by step.
"Mr. Mo?"
"Mr. Mo, where are you?"
In the darkness, Chu Qiao was very careful with every step he took. Firstly, he was afraid of falling down, but more importantly, he was worried about stepping on Mo Lao and causing him secondary injuries.
"Um--"
A faint moan reached Chu Qiao's ears, and she stopped to determine the direction.
On the left.
Chu Qiao moved to the left, and his toe, which had been injured while climbing the slope, began to hurt again.
"Mr. Mo, is that you?"
There was a black shadow in front. When it heard Chu Qiao's shout, the shadow moved slightly.
Chu Qiao opened his eyes wide, trying to distinguish the surrounding gravel and Mr. Mo.
As she expected, when Mr. Mo fell, he happened to be caught on a large rock, and the rock pressed his legs down and continued to slide down.
Chu Qiao judged the position, jumped over, dug his feet into the sand, and used his body to block Mo Lao's downward trend.
The landslide could cause rocks to fall at any time, so Chu Qiao didn't dare delay. "Mr. Mo, where does it hurt? I'll avoid that area and take you up."
"Legs... legs..." Old Mo gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty.
Chu Qiao avoided his legs, carried Mo Lao on his back, and used his hands and feet to climb up with difficulty like a turtle with a shell.
The three people above also realized the seriousness of the problem. They took out flashlights and illuminated the path of the landslide, which made Chu Qiao speed up a little.
Chu Qiao slowly laid Mo Lao flat and opened his eyelids.
After all, Mr. Mo is old. Even though he exercises regularly, he has difficulty breathing after being pressed by the rubble.
Tykson, who was standing by, didn't expect that he almost caused a disaster. He squatted beside Mr. Mo in a daze, not daring to say a word.
"Get out of the way." Chu Qiao shouted, "Get out of the way, he needs air."
Tykson couldn't even stand up. He squatted and took a few steps back, craning his neck to look at Chu Qiao.
Seeing that Mr. Mo's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, Chu Qiao pinched Mr. Mo's cheeks and asked him to open his mouth. Chu Qiao cleaned the sand in Mr. Mo's mouth and tilted his head to touch something.
[Master Chu, what are you looking for? ]
[Master Chu's feet are bleeding.]
【Heartache ing...】
[I'm stuck in Chuqiao. Brothers, I want to give you a reward. Don't stop me.]
[Love Deeply rewards Chu Qiao with an aircraft carrier—die-hard fans.]
Chu Qiao had no time to pay attention to the fans' comments. Logically speaking, Mr. Mo was so old, there was no reason for him not to have lost a tooth. Suddenly, her eyes moved.
I touched it, it is indeed there.
Chu Qiao took the removable dentures out of Mr. Mo's mouth, then raised his neck, letting his head tilt back and his lower jaw lift.
Chu Qiao unbuttoned Mo Lao's sweatshirt, revealing his upper body, because clothes would also affect the movement of the chest.
Chu Qiao stood on the right side of Mo Lao, holding up Mo Lao's jaw with one hand and pinching Mo Lao's nostrils with the other hand to prevent air leakage. Then he took a deep breath and quickly blew the air into Mo Lao's lungs through mouth to mouth.
After blowing, she immediately left Mr. Mo's mouth and released the hand that was pinching her nose so that the air she had blown in could be discharged naturally.
Chu Qiao observed Mo Lao's expression while watching to see if his chest rose or fell.
I saw Mr. Mo's chest rising and falling slowly. Although Mr. Mo is old, his physical fitness is still good.
After several artificial respirations, Mr. Mo resumed breathing on his own.
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