Master Li fell into Li Lei’s arms, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, seemingly having so difficulty breathing.
"Master, what’s wrong? Don’t scare !" Li Lei said in urgent tones as he patted Master Li’s chest.
But Master Li was already unable to speak, his breaths were like bellows, violent and rapid, and his face had turned pale.
It wasn’t long before a museum staff mber hurried over with a first aid kit.
But this person was clearly only half-competent.
Stopping blood and basic first aid might be fine, but how to handle a relapse of an old cardiorespiratory condition?
"Do you even know what you’re doing? Hurry up and save my master! 120! Where’s 120?!"
Li Lei bellowed with reddened eyes.
"The call has already been made, 120 will be here soon, but it’ll take at least ten minutes to arrive."
"Ten minutes? Why so long? Master... hold on, master!"
However, Master Li’s complexion was slowly turning a shade of iron blue; furthermore, his lips were darkening and turning purple.
Even to a layperson, it was clear that Master Li’s situation was grim.
"Is there a doctor or nurse among the tourists present?"
The staff mber, after checking for a long ti and unable to determine what was wrong with Master Li, had no choice but to seek help in the hall.
"Yes! Is there a doctor? Is there one among you? Whoever is willing to save my master, I, Li Lei, will be eternally grateful! Doctor! Is there a doctor?!"
Reminded by the staff, Li Lei imdiately started shouting at the crowd.
But everyone looked around at each other, and no one responded.
Just as Master Li’s condition was becoming increasingly dire and Li Lei’s anxiety reached its peak, a voice suddenly ca from the crowd.
"How about... I give it a try?"
Li Lei was overjoyed and looked towards the source of the voice, only to be stunned when he saw who it was.
"Master ng!?"
In the astonished gazes of Yan Weiwei and the others, ng Lang pushed through the crowd and ca straight to Master Li’s side.
Having decided to help, he wasted no words. He pulled out a small cloth bag from his chest, spread it open, and took out a silver needle used for acupuncture.
"You... you know dical skills?" Li Lei asked in surprise.
"A little."
"Can you save my master?" Li Lei asked, as if clutching at straws.
"Hmm... it depends on his luck."
Li Lei: "..."
ng Lang picked up the needle and closed his eyes to get a feel for it.
When he ntioned it being up to luck, he really ant it literally.
The situation triggered it, finding the feeling himself, having the acupuncture skill would give a glimr of hope; without the feeling... it was all in vain.
After a mont...
The feeling... ca!
He opened his eyes, slowly directing the silver needle towards Master Li’s chest...
Twisting, wiping, flicking... the various techniques were quite skilled.
In the astonished and joyful gaze of Li Lei.
Three needles down, Master Li’s breathing miraculously stabilized...
...
Ten minutes later, Li Lei, full of gratitude, accompanied Master Li, whose breathing had already returned to normal, onto the ambulance.
Everyone stared at ng Lang with a mix of surprise and skepticism.
"Where... where did you get that needle?" Yan Weiwei asked him suspiciously.
"Isn’t it common knowledge to carry an ergency kit when going out?"
Everyone: "..."
Of course, ng Lang couldn’t say that he had just bought it from Tongren Hall that morning.
"You must be Doraemon disguised as a human, the one that can produce anything, right?"
"Haha! You’re just jealous!"
"Hehe! Anyway, right now I think you’re capable of anything, uncle. I admire you so much."
"Yeah, see, when others are better than yourself.
Why do we sotis feel jealousy and other tis admiration?
It’s all about psychology.
Distant admiration, close envy;
Admiration for what’s out of reach, envy for what’s within reach;
Jealousy with conflicting interests, admiration without them."
Then, ng Lang pointed at a portrait of Emperor Qin Shi Huang hanging not far away.
"Of course, if you can hang on a wall... you’ll be immortalized forever."
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