Chapter 65: First Aid for Drowning

Along the way, Ye Yaodong kept coaxing his wife as they walked. Lin Xiuqing's cheeks were flushed pink; she felt he was becoming more and more shameless, actually coaxing her out in public, even though… even though she hadn't heard it for several years…

"Shut your mouth, we'll talk when we get home!"

Ye Yaodong: Saying one thing but meaning another!!!

"Alright, then I'll talk about it tonight!"

Lin Xiuqing: Honestly, she didn't know whether to be angry or to scold him!

After the couple returned home, they waited for a long time without seeing them return. Both sons were still at the seaside, and the two of them couldn't set their minds at ease, so they prepared to go out together to take a look, and by the way, fetch a bucket of seawater to keep the clams in.

Originally, Ye Yaodong wanted to just use fresh water with a bit of salt stirred in to keep them, just a small handful of salt, but Lin Xiuqing insisted he was wasteful, saying that Ye Mu and the others would bring seawater back.

He had no choice but to follow her lead.

Too frugal; when it came down to it, it was all because they had no money!

The two hurried toward the seaside again. Just as they reached the shore, they saw many people standing on the beach near the water, and heads were bobbing in the sea.

"What's going on?"

"Did someone fall into the sea?"

The couple looked at each other, their brows tightly locked. Their hearts couldn't help but start to worry, and they both ran faster in unison, praying it wasn't their own child.

As Ye Yaodong ran, he recalled that the village secretary's eldest grandson had drowned. The hospital was too far, and because of the delay, he wasn't rescued in time and passed away, and it seemed to have happened within these two years.

Because it had nothing to do with his own family, he had just listened to it like news at the time and hadn't kept it in mind, but thinking about it now, he still had an impression in his brain.

Thinking of this, the worry in his heart lessened a little, but without seeing it with his own eyes, he was still a bit uneasy.

By the time he was the first to arrive, panting, he heard someone in the sea shouting, "Found him, found him..."

Then, after a short while, several young and strong men from the village swam ashore together, supporting a child.

The people on the shore also rushed up anxiously, and suddenly a series of cries rang out, "A-Bin~ A-Bin~ wake up~"

"My son~ wake up~"

"A-Bin~ A-Bin~"

"No breath? Ah~ my son..."

The scene was in a state of chaos...

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious... first press on his stomach to see if the water in his stomach can be spat out, let him wake up..."

"Or hang him upside down..."

The villagers were all very warm-hearted, offering suggestions all at once.

People by the sea basically knew the methods for drowning rescue, but this child's breathing and heartbeat had already stopped. At this time, the most important thing to do was not hanging him upside down to drain water, but cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR), and the most important part of this was chest compressions and artificial respiration.

CPR rescue techniques had a very low penetration rate in later generations; how would these rural people know it at this time? No wonder in his previous life, this child didn't make it to the hospital before passing away.

Ye Yaodong watched and was anxious; doing it this way would easily delay the rescue timing. After all, it was a young life, and this child looked about the same age as his eldest son.

He simply stepped forward and pushed away the people who had gathered around, "What you are doing is useless. He has no breathing. Doing this will only delay the first aid. You must perform CPR on him first."

"What is CPR? Dongzi, do you know how?" Ye Fu looked worried. Although the fellow villagers all knew the current situation and wouldn't blame him, it was inevitable that someone who had lost a child would lose their reason.

"I've learned it," Ye Yaodong was also afraid of being blamed if he didn't save him, so he looked at the child's family, "Do you want me to try? He has no breathing! We must be quick, and you guys hurry to the commune to call for the town's ambulance."

"Yes, yes, yes, you hurry and try." The one speaking was the village secretary Chen Houzhong, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. After he finished speaking to Dongzi with red eyes, he hurriedly told the child's father to run and make the call.

Someone who could be a secretary wasn't an ignorant person. Since there was no breath, at this time they could only treat a dead horse as a living horse. At the very least, the CPR Ye Yaodong mentioned sounded quite reliable.

Ye Yaodong also reached out with confidence. After he touched the carotid artery to confirm there was no pulse, and checked that there were no foreign objects in the mouth and nose, he immediately performed chest compressions.

The position was at the lower 1/3 of the sternum, hands overlapped, pressing downward, reaching about 5 centimeters, at a rate of about 100-120 per minute, with 2 artificial breaths every 30 compressions, keeping it up continuously.

This was first aid knowledge he learned when he was running the big boat. He didn't expect that after he was drowned himself, this set of techniques could still be used to save others.

The villagers nearby watched his actions and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb him, only daring to discuss it in low voices.

Ye Yaodong kept repeating one action, and after a while, he was drenched in sweat. He was also nervous in his heart, afraid he wouldn't be able to save him; after all, it was a life.

He had died once and cherished life very much. Since he had run into this child, he also hoped to let him get his life back.

Until seven or eight minutes passed, the child still had no reaction. The woman nearby really couldn't help but cry loudly, "Can you do it or not? Is my son already dead? Can't he be saved? Sob sob sob~"

"There is still time. If he still can't recover after another twenty minutes, then we can confirm death."

Now even more people were wailing...

"Shut up... didn't he say there is still time? You guys stop making noise..." Chen Shuji scolded the women in his family with a choked throat.

"He moved, he moved, his hand moved, he came back to life..." Among the crowd, a sharp-eyed villager shouted.

"Right, right, I saw it too~"

Hopeful light burst forth from everyone's eyes; he really had come back to life.

Ye Yaodong also let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to stop his hand movements or the artificial respiration, because breathing and heartbeat could potentially stop again after a short-term recovery.

Only when he couldn't hold on anymore did he call his eldest brother and second brother to take turns helping, and only after the ambulance came and he handed him over to the medical staff did he let out a sigh of relief.

"Mom, that exhausted me! My hands are shaking!"

The villagers beside him had watched from beginning to end and witnessed the child who had stopped breathing come back to life, and they were all very excited.

"Dongzi, you are really amazing, you actually know this kind of first aid method?"

"It's a good thing you were here today, otherwise who knows what would have happened to A-Bin..."

"Right, I heard you say this is called CPR, right? Where did you learn it?"

"I didn't expect you, Dongzi, to know this too?"

"Finally, A-Bin got his life back. Let's see if he dares to come play in the water again in the future?"

Everyone discussed it all at once, but Ye Yaodong didn't say a word; he was tired...

"Alright, it's fine now, the ambulance has left, everyone go back, go back."

"Dongzi, next time teach everyone that method of yours. Every few years in our village, children or adults drown. If everyone knows it, we can give drowning people a little more hope of survival." Chen Shuji patted Ye Yaodong on the shoulder, his eyes still red.

"Sure, that's simple!"

"When A-Bin's parents return from the hospital, I will have them come to your door to thank you. Without you, that child might really have been gone."

Ye Fu smiled and took over the conversation, "Chen Shuji, you are too polite. It's only right for fellow villagers to lend a hand."

"Thanks are also only right!"

Everyone chatted as they walked, saying polite things...