Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

  Chapter 12 This is, touch porcelain?

  Gu Yang looked at Ruan Xueling with pure eyes, "Mom, what's wrong? Is there any problem with the skin care products?"

  Ruan Xueling took a deep breath, her eyes were a little stern: "It's better that there is no problem. Otherwise, I will never let Ruan Yan go!"

  Gu Yang went upstairs and brought the set of skin care products to Ruan Xueling.

  Ruan Xueling took the skin care products and went out. She was worried and had to see the test results in person.

  Gu Yang also went out.

  Jincheng in August is like a furnace. The sun is high at noon, and there is a heat wave rolling in as soon as you go out.

  The plane trees on both sides of the street are towering, covering a green shade. It was the afternoon rush hour, the cars were like flowing water, people were coming and going, and the fireworks were full.

  The girl is wearing a warm white dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and she walks lightly, walking in the hustle and bustle, as if untouched by fireworks.

  At this time, an old man in hospital clothes stumbled towards him in front of him.

  Gu Yangting was about to give way to the old man, but the old man fainted at her feet.

  Gu Yang stood still: "..."

   This is, Pengci?

  People passing by also stopped when they saw this.

   "What's the matter with you little girl? Don't you have eyes? How did you knock the old man down?" An aunt who was passing by to buy vegetables pointed at Gu Yang and scolded.

   "Looking at this luxurious attire, she should be a rich girl, right? The second generation of rich people don't care about people's lives..."

  People gathered around Gu Yang to discuss, point and point, some held up their mobile phones to take videos, and some called for an ambulance.

  As a psychiatrist, Gu Yang's mental quality is very good, he was not affected by the speech, and he didn't have time to pay attention to everyone's arguments. She squatted down to check the old man's condition, only to find that the old man had not touched porcelain, but had suffered a cardiac arrest.

  Although she is a doctor of psychology and mental illness, the most basic knowledge of first aid is necessary.

  So he began to press the old man's heart and perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

  People around were taken aback when they saw Gu Yang's actions.

  But soon someone ridiculed: "Isn't it just pretending? How could a second generation ancestor like this be able to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation?"

   "It must be pretending. It's so hard to press the heart. Can she be a little girl? Don't make more trouble then!"

   "So what if it adds chaos, someone from a rich second-generation family like this must come out and settle it."

  Of course, there were also people in the crowd who saw the whole process before and knew that Gu Yang was innocent, so they defended Gu Yang. But this voice was almost suppressed by the condemnation.

There was a boy wearing a black mask who couldn't stand it and stood up to defend Gu Yang, but no one listened to him at all, so he could only go to Gu Yang and ask, "Miss sister, are you okay? Don't press me instead."

   During cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the frequency of chest compressions is at least 100 times per minute, and the compression depth is at least 5 cm. The strength required is self-evident.

   There was also a middle-aged man who took the initiative to step forward, opened the airway for the old man, and performed artificial respiration in accordance with the frequency of Gu Yang's heart compressions.

   A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and the medical staff carried the old man into the ambulance.

  One of the doctors breathed a sigh of relief after checking the old man's condition, "Fortunately, the four minutes of the golden rescue time were not wasted, and the cardiopulmonary resuscitation was done very well."

  He glanced at Gu Yang approvingly: "Little girl, your first aid measures are very standardized, and your heart compression posture is very standard."

  Until the sound of the ambulance disappeared, the onlookers still hadn't recovered from their senses, and the voices pointing and pointing at Gu Yang seemed to be paused.

  (end of this chapter)