The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 45: It is easy to change the country, but how can one’s nature change? (Please read on)

Even though Shen Le greeted them warmly, the father and son didn't say much. They just nodded to him and started moving the air conditioner.

The two worked together to lift the two heavy air conditioners over the thresholds and into the third courtyard on West Road.

The main unit weighed more than ten pounds, and the external unit weighed more than twenty pounds. They didn't want Shen Le to help, so the father tied the boxes together and put them on his back. The son supported him from the side and walked in.

In the hot weather, Shen Le was sweating even when walking with nothing, not to mention the father who had to carry dozens of kilograms of heavy objects on his back. After just one trip, the father's chest and back were soaked. He put down the air conditioner and went for a second trip:
"Um... would you like some water?"

Shen Le felt a little sorry, so he took out two bottles of iced happy water and handed them over. While his son looked at him eagerly, the father smiled and waved his hands, and went back to moving things.

The 1.5-horsepower air conditioner has a 10-kilogram indoor unit and a 29-kilogram outdoor unit. After carrying and lifting the two air conditioners, the father and son's shirts were soaked through, and water dripped down without twisting the clothes.

Shen Le followed closely and greeted beside him:
“You guys have worked so hard…”

"Not hard, not hard. Your bungalow is the easiest to install. A few days ago, we installed a three-horsepower air conditioner on the 25th floor. The outdoor unit was hung on the side wall, and it was neither up nor down, so it had to be hung from the roof..."

25th floor……

Side exterior wall...

Shen Le just thought about it and felt dizzy, his legs weak, and his fear of heights. After thinking about it again, he noticed another blind spot:
"A three-horsepower air conditioner? How heavy would the outdoor unit be?"

“More than 50 kilograms!”

As the father answered, he instructed his son to help carry the air conditioner outdoor unit and walked towards the installation location at the back of the house. Shen Le followed him and asked curiously:
"Then...how do we move this air conditioner down?"

"Use a rope to tie it up!" The father replied with a smile:

"After tying it up, slowly hang it down, put it on the rack and untie the rope. Put one on top and one on the bottom, and then untie the rope after it is laid flat."

Shen Le looked at his father, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, skinny, and with no obvious muscle formation on his arms exposed outside his short-sleeved shirt.
Looking at my son again, he is clearly just a teenager. Although he has grown taller, he is still a long way from being strong and healthy.

It depends on these two people, or should it be just one person, to tie the 50-kilogram external unit with a rope and hang it down from the roof?

Just thinking about it makes me shudder... Shen Le put himself in his shoes. It was difficult for him to lift something weighing 50 kilograms on the ground, let alone slowly lowering it from the window or the roof.

If this fails...

"Won't this... fall down?"

"Don't worry, these air conditioners are all insured." The father smiled and shook his head nonchalantly:
"We have insurance for falling and breaking things, and insurance for breaking things and injuring people. The air conditioning company bought it for us!"

"So...what about your insurance?"

The father was silent for a moment. Shen Le opened his mouth and wanted to say, "You should buy it yourself." But he took the words back:

Installing air conditioners requires climbing up and down high places. This high-risk occupation is not covered by general insurance. The premiums for insurance that does cover it are very high.

Does private insurance add to the financial pressure on this family with poor financial conditions?

He kept silent, watching the father and son busying around, installing one air conditioner and then the second one. When they finished, they quickly took two more bottles of iced happy water, one for each of them, and insisted on putting them in each other's hands:

"Take it, take it! You've worked hard. It's so hot... Or, if you don't like Coke, there's Sprite, orange juice, or mineral water in the refrigerator?"

"Oh, you are so polite..."

The father couldn't refuse, so he unscrewed the lid and drank two sips. The son was eager to hear this, so he also drank it in big gulps.

When the father looked at his son lovingly and screwed the bottle cap back on, wanting to leave the Coke for his son to drink, Shen Le saw it and stopped him with a smile:

"I have several bottles here. It's okay, just drink yours!"

Zheng Xiaohua nodded and smiled at him, then gulped down the drink. He drank 500 ml of iced cola in one breath, and the refreshing feeling spread throughout his body. He couldn't help but drink faster and faster:

“Ah…comfortable…”

A wave of hot air rushed up, and he couldn't help but burp, and burp again. After a series of burps, he just felt a little better, but suddenly, a sharp pain grabbed his heart:

"!!!"

The father unconsciously covered his chest and bent down. The next moment, he curled up and fell to the ground, motionless.

"Master Zheng!"

Shen Le shouted in shock. The young man next to him also rushed over, almost crying:

"dad!"

"Call 120! Then go to the back door and wait for the car! Hurry!"

Shen Le pushed his son and half-knelt down to check the middle-aged man's condition:

Breathing... seems to have stopped, heartbeat... where is the carotid artery? Where? I can't seem to feel the pulse, heartbeat? How about lying on his chest and listening?
Shen Le no longer hesitated, turned the middle-aged man over, made him lie on his back, and simply lay down. He listened, nothing, changed his position and listened again, nothing.

Get up quickly and do CPR!
In the midst of his busy schedule, he pulled out the copper piece and pressed it on the middle-aged man's chest, praying that the copper piece could help heal, or at least help save the man's life, and began to quickly recall the key points of the movements.

Luckily I learned a little bit in college... Did I press the right spot? Really?
Am I pressing deeply enough and frequently enough?

I felt my whole body pressed up against it... Yes! That song! That life-saving song!

"The vast! horizon! is! my! love!

The green hills are rolling and the flowers are blooming at the foot!

What! Rhythm! Is the most! Swinging! !

What! kind! of! singing! is! the! happiest! one!
Blow!

Blow! "

Shen Le sang silently while pressing down with a grunt, and sweat rolled down his forehead, hitting the middle-aged man's face.

It felt like I pressed the button for 10,000 years before I heard the siren of an ambulance approaching from afar. After another 10,000 years, I heard hurried footsteps rushing over:

"Here! Here!"

"Alright! Make way! We're coming!"

Shen Le rolled to the side and lay down. He watched as two people in white coats came up to check his breathing and heartbeat and put out the AED:

"Step aside!!!"

There was a sizzling sound of electric shock. I stopped and checked, and then there was another sizzling sound.

Finally, the middle-aged man regained his heartbeat and breathing, and was carried on a stretcher and sent to the ambulance. Shen Le wiped the sweat off his face, looked down at his palms, and smiled bitterly:
A very obvious mark was left on the palm of his right hand, in the shape of the strokes on the copper plate.

He was lucky that his palm was not scratched... Maybe the man lived until the ambulance arrived because the copper piece provided some strength?

Otherwise, relying on his absurd rescue, he probably wouldn't survive?
When he turned around, he heard the sound of "bang bang bang bang" in the room. It was clearly the ink fountain that was making a fuss. Shen Le sighed, went into the room, picked up the ink fountain, and walked towards the hospital:

Okay, I know you are concerned about the original owner, so I will take you to see it, okay?
The town was not big, and there was only one Class II hospital. Shen Le had been there once when he visited the puppet master, so he didn't need to ask around, and he found the place by the way.

After entering the emergency department and taking a quick look around, I saw a man with a sallow face lying on a treatment bed. The numbers on the monitor at the head of the bed kept jumping.

His wife sat by the bed, wiping away tears, occasionally glancing at the monitor, or getting up to see how much of her husband's drip was left. Seeing Shen Le coming over, she quickly got up, and knelt down as her legs softened:

"Thanks to you today..."

"do not!"

Shen Le quickly pushed her back onto the stool. The wife's face was also sallow, and the anger she had during the quarrel was completely gone. She held her husband's hand and stroked the back of his hand with her thumb:
"The doctor said he had a cardiac arrest and almost died... If you hadn't rescued him in time..."

"Oh, this is what we should do. Anyone who sees this will help..."

Shen Le waved his hands repeatedly. His wife choked up and tears kept rolling down her cheeks:

"I know he's working hard and that his back is not in good condition, but I really didn't know... I had a quarrel with him last night, which lasted until midnight, and he didn't get a good rest..."

She wiped her tears, picked up a towel, and leaned over to wipe her husband's sweat. The husband had just been rescued and had no strength to speak, but the look he gave his wife was full of tenderness.

Around him, several relatives who had rushed over gathered together and kept comforting him:

"It's good enough if we rescue them..."

"Just don't quarrel anymore..."

"Life is good, my son is grown up, and he can make money. What else can't I live with?"

"Yes, yes!" The wife nodded and cried.

"I will never scold him again... Really, after this incident, I realized that those things are not important. It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive..."

She slowly leaned down and pressed her forehead against the back of her husband's hand, hiding her own tears.

　"The Most Dazzling National Style" is indeed a divine song for CPR. Press each exclamation mark once, and there are exactly 30 compressions in one section, followed by two breaths.

　　The rhythm is just right.

　　And, no kidding, after strenuous exercise, never drink water quickly in large gulps, especially not ice water.

　　The esophagus, aorta and heart are not far apart. If a large amount of ice water is rushed down quickly, the heart may be chilled and may stop suddenly...

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