"Please get out of the way, I'm the doctor!" Johansen hurried over and said loudly.

Johansen speaks Chinese, and although the pronunciation is not standard, he is quite fluent.

Everyone saw that it was a white foreigner, and when they saw him say that he was a doctor in Chinese, they all gave up their positions and looked surprised.

Johansen walked up to the old man, crouched down, rolled his eyelids, and then touched his carotid artery with his hand, and his face suddenly became very solemn.

"Mr. Johansen, how is this old man?" Karl asked, seeing Johansen's solemn expression.

"His breathing and heart stopped, it was supposed to be a heart attack, and I needed to give him artificial respiration and heart massage immediately. Johansen hurriedly replied, and then, under the surprised gaze of everyone, he suddenly changed to squatting to kneeling, holding up the old man's chin with one hand, opening his mouth, pinching his nostrils with the other, and then taking a deep breath and aiming it at the old man's mouth, and quickly blowing into the old man's mouth. After the old man's chest expanded, Johansen stopped blowing and relaxed his nose-pinching hand. Then Johansen turned to put the base of his right palm on the lower end of the old man's sternum, pressed his left hand on the back of his right hand, straightened his elbow joint, and pressed straight down with his body weight.

After four compressions, Johansen turned to artificial respiration for the old man.

This was repeated, even though it was winter, Johansen was so tired that his forehead began to sweat, and he gasped from time to time, and even coughed violently a few times in the middle, which made the onlookers deeply moved, while Carl looked worried, and stopped talking several times.

After about two or three minutes, the old man began to gradually regain his natural breathing, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"He's awake! Great!" the crowd applauded.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" At this time, a woman hurriedly ran over, looked at the old man lying on the ground, and immediately rushed up, looking anxious to help him up.

"This lady, don't touch this patient yet, let him lie down for a while. He should have a serious heart disease, and it is recommended to go to the hospital for a detailed examination. When Johansen saw that the woman was going to help the old man, he hurriedly waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Johansen coughed violently.

The woman didn't know what had just happened, and when she heard this, her face showed a look of doubt, and at this time, the people on the side had already told the woman what had just happened.

Only then did the woman know that it was the white foreigner in front of her who saved her father, and hurriedly bowed to him and thanked him.

"No thanks, I'm a doctor!" Johansen replied waving his hand, looking at the old man with a faint touch of sentimentality.

What about doctors? I can save others, but I can't save myself!

As Johansen was distraught, an ambulance drove up, and several ambulance crews, led by doctors, hurried towards the crowd on stretchers.

"I'm Johansen, a doctor at the Royal Carolingian Academy of Medicine in Riarle, and this patient has just stopped breathing and his heart suddenly, and he should have a serious heart problem. Seeing that the doctor arrived with the ambulance crew, Johansen stepped forward and said to the doctor who led the team. (Rare is a completely apocryphal European country)

The doctor who led the team was surprised to see two white foreigners present, but when he heard Johansen say that he was a doctor at the Royal College of Medicine Caroline, he was immediately in awe.

Because this is one of the top medical schools in the world.

"Thank you, Dr. Johansen, we will perform a detailed examination of the patient's heart. The doctor said with a respectful look on his face.

"No thanks, you're doing it fast!" Johnson complimented the doctor.

The doctor's face couldn't help but blush slightly when he heard this, because it was winter, and it was not a holiday, so the ambulance could arrive quickly, and if it was a different time, it would be impossible to go so fast.

……

Since he got a glimpse of the mystery of winter, Ge Dongxu has always been accustomed to coming to Mingyue Lake to visit alone on the way to work in the Chinese medicine hospital at noon.

Mingyue Lake has mountains and rivers, rich vegetation and beautiful environment.

In winter, there are fewer tourists, so you can walk along the lake alone.

There are only a few sycamore trees with withered yellow leaves, bare weeping willows, dry lotus stalks in the water, the rippling lake in the sun, and the Qianshan Mountain that half-hugs the moon of the bright lake......

All this constitutes a poignant picture of winter with a hint of withering.

A trace of enlightenment flashed in Ge Dongxu's heart, and his heart became more and more restrained, but his vitality became more and more vigorous.

Just like the snow lotus that has not yet bloomed on the snowy mountain, it is subtle and restrained, once it blooms, it seems that the whole cold world will be full of vitality and amazement.

No one knows what kind of changes Ge Dongxu is experiencing, and even Ge Dongxu himself is not very clear.

He only knew that he should be much stronger now than before, not the power of mana, but the strength of the essence of life.

Ge Dongxu enjoyed this kind of vague realization quietly flashing in his heart, he walked slowly, and suddenly the sound of an ambulance woke him up.

He saw an ambulance stop in the distance, hurrying down a few medical personnel.

Seeing this, Ge Dongxu walked a few steps quickly, but it was too far away, and before Ge Dongxu could get closer, several ambulance personnel had already carried a patient and hurried to the ambulance.

Ge Dongxu saw from a distance that there was an old man on the hospital bed, his eyes were open, and there was obviously no danger to his life, so he withdrew his gaze.

The ambulance whizzed away, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

"The foreigner doctor just now was really good, and when he saw the old man stop breathing, he was not too dirty, so he immediately knelt down to give him artificial respiration and heart massage. Otherwise, without his timely rescue, even if the ambulance arrives, it is estimated that the old man will not be able to be rescued. A tourist said to his companions while walking towards Ge Dongxu.

"Yes, there are still a lot of good people in this world!" said his companion.

Ge Dongxu listened to the discussion of the people passing by, and couldn't help but look thoughtfully at the two foreigners who were moving away from him.

According to the habit of the past, Ge Dongxu walked a little more along Mingyue Lake, and saw that it was almost time to go to work, so he went to the parking lot to pick up a bicycle and rode a bicycle all the way to the Chinese medicine hospital.

When Ge Dongxu rode his bicycle towards the hospital, under a willow tree by Mingyue Lake, Johansen pressed on the willow tree with one hand, covered his mouth with the other and coughed violently.

Carl stood behind him, patting him lightly on the back.

"Mr. Johansen, this is not going to work, we must return to Riel immediately. Karl said worriedly.

"Looks like we have to go back, ahem!" Johansen nodded, said with difficulty, and coughed violently again.

"Mr. Johansen, you have a bad cough, are you sick?" Just as Johansen was coughing heavily, a voice sounded behind him with a hint of timidity and concern.

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