Sanwang watched it with great interest and thought it was very interesting. How could this save people?
No wonder his father liked this— it turned out that he was saving his mother.
He pressed Xiaowang onto the kang, imitating the artificial respiration thod and gave Xiaowang a squirt on his mouth.
Han Qingsong picked up Sanwang with his big hands and threw him aside.
Xiaowang also hurriedly said, “Little Third Brother, what did you eat? It’s so bitter.”
Sanwang competed with the naughty children to see who dared to eat things like peppercorns, aniseed and chilli peppers. He naturally refused to admit defeat and aspired to be more showy than others.
Lin Lan smiled and said, “That’s called artificial respiration, but don’t imitate it.”
Sanwang, “Wow~~” He was going to press Xiaowang to give artificial respiration, but the youngest quickly ran and hid behind his father.
The children all asked where Lin Lan learned it as they were very curious.
Lin Lan was already prepared for this.
She said wittily, “Of course I learned it in the hospital. Didn’t you read the Village Doctor’s Manual? It’s in the book.”
Maisui went to find the book, but Dawang opened it first and threw it on the kang.
Sanwang grabbed onto it and was about to turn the pages over.
Han Qingsong stretched out his hand, “Bring it here.”
Sanwang was forced by His Majesty, the Dark Lord Father and handed it over obediently.
Han Qingsong had read this book before. It did have a first aid chapter, but it also contained so knowledge about physiological hygiene. So of the pictures and descriptions were too straightforward, so it might affect children. He took out a wooden clip from the straw box on the window sill, clipped the pile directly and then handed it to Erwang, “Don’t look at the clipped part.”
…They will be more curious if you do this.
Sure enough, the children were staring at the pages caught in the clamp with shining eyes.
Lin Lan quickly explained, “The content will be discussed in the promotion classes, so you can’t read it in advance.”
The children nodded obediently, but Sanwang’s eyes still shone brightly.
Lin Lan was afraid that her children would be endlessly curious, so she simply taught them a lesson. She told them the essentials of artificial respiration, how to blow air, how to press onto the victim’s chest etc. All in all, she let them know the principle and the key points of the technique. This was ant to save people, so it was a very serious matter. It wasn’t for fun, nor was it sothing nonsensical like a kiss that so might think.
After this explanation, the older children understood the principle and were no longer curious. Instead, they studied it seriously, especially Sanwang, who studied it the most seriously.
At night, when she seed to be asleep, she heard Han Qingsong ask, “Who did you learn artificial respiration from?”
Lin Lan rembered the male doctor that her classmates were obsessed with and said, “The doctor.”
In her previous life, when she was a graduate student, she had taken a first aid course. The doctor who taught the class was a tall, handso man with long legs and an attractive voice, which was probably why she and her classmates studied very seriously. She was always chosen to be the example of the patient. Although she had no real contact with the doctor, she studied extrely seriously. Later, she practised the skill many tis, garnered a few real-life experiences and even managed to end up on TV, demonstrating the ergency procedure to audiences at ho.
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