The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

When Wang Zichen and Miao Miaomiao walked over, it was Wang Ziji who was performing chest compressions and cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Lan Xinhui paused to check the old man's pulse.

After the inspection, Lan Xinhui frowned, and said to Wang Ziji: "It seems to cooperate with artificial respiration... You press, I will blow."

"Okay," Wang Ziji nodded in agreement, temporarily stopping the massage.

Lan Xinhui pinched the old man's nose, took a deep breath, and was about to bend down and blow into his mouth.

Suddenly, she was pushed aside by Wang Zichen: "I'll come." He said, just like Lan Xinhui did just now, he pinched the old man's nose, took a deep breath, bent down, and blew the air into the old man's mouth.

Wang Ziji observed the slight ups and downs of the old man's dick: "Okay, let's do it again."

Wang Zichen made another blowing motion.

Wang Ziji waited for the old man to finish the chest ups and downs, and immediately started chest compressions. His arms were relatively strong, and he completed 16 compressions in about [-] seconds.

He paused for a while, Wang Zichen immediately began to blow, stopped after blowing twice, and Wang Ziji began to press thirty times.

This cycle went round and round a dozen times.

Wang Zichen looked at Lan Xinhui who had been checking the old man's pulse and breathing: "How's his pulse?"

"Not yet." Lan Xinhui frowned and said, she looked at Wang Ziji: "Are your hands tired? Do you want me to replace you?"

"I'll replace it." Wang Zichen said before Wang Ziji could answer.

"Let me breathe." Miao Miaomiao, who was by the side unable to help before, also said immediately.

"No, I'll do it...my lung capacity is bigger." Wang Ziji said, and quickly exchanged places with his brother.

The two cooperated tacitly, repeating the movements of pressing thirty times and blowing two to three times.

Because the old man had been in cardiac arrest for a long time, they had done cardiopulmonary resuscitation for a long time.

After Wang Zichen and Wang Ziji had exchanged several times, Lan Xinhui, who had been checking her pulse and breathing, said in surprise, "I have a pulse! But it's very weak, keep going!"

She looked at Wang Ziji who was doing compressions at that time: "Are your hands tired? How about I help you?"

"No, it's not good to change people at this time. Besides, I feel just right now, so let me continue." Wang Ziji took the opportunity to stop to let his brother breathe, and quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Miao Miao, help them wipe their sweat!" Lan Xinhui looked at Miao Miaomiao beside her.

Miao Miaomiao agreed and took out a tissue. At that time, Wang Ziji was busy, so she helped Wang Zichen wipe his sweat first. When Wang Ziji stopped, she began to wipe his sweat.

Under the tacit cooperation of the four people, the old man's pulse gradually strengthened and his breathing became more and more stable.

When the ambulance came, the old man was already breathing on his own.

While cooperating with the on-board doctor to carry the old man into the car, they introduced the old man's situation.

Just at this time, the old man's family arrived, and the people next to him told them that it was Wang Zichen who saved the old man's life. They came to thank them and went to the hospital with the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance flashing and speeding, Lan Xinhui wiped off her sweat.Only then did she realize that not only was her forehead covered in sweat, but the clothes behind her were also soaked in sweat.

At this time, someone handed her a tissue.

"Thank you!" Lan Xinhui thanked, took it, and when she looked up, she saw a familiar face, she smiled at him.

"Lan Xinhui, I'm sorry!" Wang Zichen apologized to her.

Hearing what he said, Lan Xinhui suddenly realized that he was Wang Zichen, and the smile on her face narrowed: "Okay, I accept your apology."

She waved her hand to Wang Zichen who still wanted to talk to her: "Don't mention the past."