1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 302 A Trivial Gift
The boss was dumbfounded. What was going on?!

Unlike in later generations, where anyone can easily understand CPR and chest compressions, in the boss's eyes it's just a customer suddenly collapsing and another customer pounding his chest with all their might.

Lu Youyou didn't have time to answer questions or provide explanations; she directly gave instructions to her boss using the simplest language.

"Lift his chin and open his mouth."

"Huh?" The boss didn't react for a moment, and when he looked up, he met Lu Youyou's sharp gaze. "Ah, me? Ah, okay..."

He didn't even know what he was saying; he just subconsciously obeyed Lu Youyou's command because her eyes were so determined.

Having not engaged in strenuous exercise for a long time, Lu Youyou was already drenched in sweat after just over twenty massages.

The golden window for intervention is only a few minutes; we cannot stop now.

The boss realized they were rescuing someone and stammered, "What... what can I do?"

Lu Youyou didn't answer. She needed adrenaline and a defibrillator, but unfortunately, neither was feasible.

CPR is not always effective; if it doesn't work, you have to keep repeating the procedure.

Lawrence suffered a heart attack after being shot outside her home. Had her good luck finally run out?

Thump, thump, thump-thump...

Just as Lu Youyou was about to give artificial respiration, a faint heartbeat sounded again in Lawrence's chest.

Lu Youyou didn't dare stop and continued pressing a few more times until Lawrence's eyes trembled slightly and he slowly opened them.

"Can you hear me?"

Lawrence hummed in response after several seconds; his voice was barely audible unless the room was quiet enough.

Lu Youyou breathed a sigh of relief and knelt on the ground after releasing the pressure. Only then did she realize that her entire arm was sore and swollen, and she couldn't even lift her hand.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor, soaking a ring around his neck.

The boss saw Lawrence still lying on the ground, wanted to help but dared not move, and could only ask Lu Youyou with a heavy heart.

"Should we help him up?"

Lu Youyou nodded, then spoke, panting heavily: "Help him, lean him against the wall..."

The boss helped Lawrence up with more care than if he were moving a piece of porcelain, afraid that if he used too much force, Lawrence would lose consciousness again.

"Thank you..." Lawrence clutched his chest, his face still deathly pale.

There was no sound outside the shop, and nobody knew what was going on next door.

Just then, the sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached. The boss was overjoyed: "The police are here! They're here so fast! Usually, it would take at least half an hour to see them."

Lu Youyou looked up and saw several police cars had arrived, followed by an ambulance.

Soon a group of bodyguards came straight to the antique shop and kicked down the door without saying a word. The large, heavy old-fashioned wooden door was as flimsy as paper.

The boss's joy lasted only three seconds before he was startled again. "Who is this? Isn't it the police?"

Bodyguards filed in, followed by medical staff carrying stretchers.

The doctor quickly gave Lawrence two pills, lifted him onto a stretcher, and Lawrence struggled to open his eyes, looking at Lu Youyou.

"Lu, let's go to the hospital together. Your hand needs to be bandaged."

Lu Youyou was rushing to the hospital when her right hand scraped against a metal lamp, leaving a long, bleeding gash that is still dripping blood.

In her nervousness, Lu Youyou didn't even notice the pain; she wouldn't have felt it if Lawrence hadn't brought it up.

The group arrived quickly and left just as fast, and Lu Youyou ended up getting into the ambulance with them. She described in detail Lawrence's illness and the CPR procedures, so much so that the nurse in the ambulance kept looking at her curiously.

The doctor put an oxygen mask and monitoring equipment on Lawrence before asking, "Miss Lu, are you a medical student?"

"No, I just happen to know some basic first aid."

Although the mask covered the corners of the doctor's mouth, you could still see a smile in the corners of his eyes.

"Without the aid of instruments, Ms. Lu's treatment was completely in accordance with medical standards. Even a professional doctor would not have done the same."

Lawrence was now lucid, and his eyes were full of gratitude as he looked at Lu Youyou.

He didn't have the medicine on him, and if Lu Youyou hadn't been there, he might already be dead.

The ambulance arrived at New York-Presbyterian Hospital quickly. Lawrence was taken to the emergency room, and Lu Youyou was also taken to be bandaged up, and also received a full-body check-up as a bonus.

Two hours had passed by the time Lu Youyou finished her examination. She came out and ran into Professor Hopkins, who had rushed over.

Upon seeing Lu Youyou, Hopkins gave her an urgent hug. After the shooting and emergency treatment, his heart was in his throat when he received the news.

He first met with Lawrence's family. Lawrence's condition is currently stable. Knowing that Lu Youyou was undergoing examinations, he immediately came to wait for her.

Seeing people finally calmed his wildly beating heart a little.

"Lu, are you alright? How are you feeling now? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"Professor, I'm fine."

The hospital arranged a very thorough examination to ensure that there was nothing wrong with her, not even a single hair.

"Phew, that scared me to death! What if something had happened? Luckily, nothing happened!"

Professor Hopkins felt a wave of fear. Lu Youyou was only a few years older than his granddaughter and was all alone. If she got hurt, he wouldn't know who to contact.

A middle-aged man in a black suit waited patiently until Hopkins finished expressing his concern before stepping forward.

"Professor Hopkins, Ms. Lu, the hotel arrangements are complete. Shall we head over now?"

Professor Hopkins said to Lu Youyou, "It's too late today. Let's stay here for the night and leave tomorrow."

Lu Youyou glanced at her watch; it was already past six in the afternoon, and she was indeed going to miss her flight.

A Rolls-Royce Silver Spur Silver Spirit was parked in front of the hospital. The man in the suit opened the car door politely and courteously.

Bodyguards, butlers, luxury cars, attentive service from one of the most renowned hospitals in the United States, and a suite at the St. Regis New York—even dinner was arranged by the man in the suit.

What was Lawrence's last name again? I think it was Rockefeller?

Lu Youyou initially thought it was just a coincidence, but it turns out that this Rockefeller was actually the same Rockefeller.

The legendary person who would inherit a fortune if he didn't do his research properly was right beside her; she wouldn't have realized it if it weren't for today's unexpected turn of events.

After taking a shower in the evening, Lu Youyou dried her hair while waiting for the masseuse to arrive.

It must be said that the butler of this wealthy family is highly professional. He knows that chest compressions can cause arm muscle fatigue, and he even arranged an essential oil spa.

The masseuse came and went quietly, and Lu Youyou lay on the bed, drowsy.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. As Lu Youyou answered the phone, she wondered if they had arranged a late-night snack.

"Miss Lu, Mr. Lawrence has prepared a thank-you gift for you."

Lu Youyou was silent for a moment. Was this being a bit too polite?
As if knowing she wanted to refuse, the person on the other end of the phone said again.

"Compared to your help, this is just a small gift, but Mr. Lawrence instructed that it must be delivered to you."