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Chapter 59 Someone fell into the water? Chen Mo takes action!

Several hands reached out from the shore.

Xiao Rou squatted on the stone steps, stretching out her arm as far as it could, her fingertips reaching the woman's arm, and pulled it back forcefully.

Chen Mo lifted her up and helped her ashore.

The woman lay on the stone steps, panting heavily and coughing violently. Water dripped from her hair, clothes, and stockings, forming a small puddle on the steps.

Chen Mo used the stone steps to climb out of the river.

He sat on the stone steps, panting heavily, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, water droplets running down his cheeks.

His clothes were soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, with water dripping from the hem and leaving a small wet patch on the stone steps.

Xiao Rou squatted down beside him, her hands trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or something else, it was hard to tell.

Especially those clear eyes, which were filled with worry.

The changes that just happened were so fast that she was still a little dazed and hadn't quite processed them yet.

The other girls also gathered around, and Coco's eyes welled up with tears of anxiety.

Xiao Ning stood at the back of the crowd, staring intently at Chen Mo.

More and more people gathered on the shore, and the woman lay on the stone steps, coughing more and more violently.

Her shoulders shrugged, her long, wet hair clung to her face, swaying gently with the shaking of her body.

At that moment, her cough suddenly stopped.

Her body stiffened abruptly, as if something had choked her from the inside, and her eyes rolled upwards, revealing large expanses of white.

The next moment, the woman slumped to one side, her body twitched a few times, and then she became still.

The crowd on the shore erupted in cheers.

Someone screamed, someone took two steps back, and someone pointed at the woman with a trembling finger.

An older woman in red squatted down beside her, reaching out to check her breath. She withdrew her hand as soon as she reached out, her face drained of color.

"Why isn't this girl responding? What's wrong?"

A middle-aged woman next to him grabbed the arm of the young man beside her, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"You call 120, I'll call 110, quick!"

A young man took out his phone and tapped the screen several times with his finger, his voice hurried and flustered.

"Is this 120? 120! Someone's drowning, they've passed out! We're at—"

The noise from the crowd grew increasingly louder, creating a chaotic scene.

Chen Mo pushed through the crowd and squatted down next to the woman.

His gaze fell on that pale face, and his pupils contracted slightly.

His lips were bluish-purple, his fingernails were white, his breathing was extremely weak, the rise and fall of his chest was barely visible, and the pulse on the side of his neck was faint.

These symptoms flashed through his mind rapidly.

His internal TCM skills were operating at full speed at this moment, and countless pieces of information were flashing through his mind.

She didn't drown; water didn't enter her lungs. Although she struggled after falling into the water, she didn't inhale a large amount of water, and her lungs were clear.

It was likely due to low blood sugar, coupled with extreme fright and the icy river water causing a rapid drop in body temperature. This triple blow triggered the body's self-protection mechanism, forcibly shutting down the brain and leading to a deep coma.

If not treated promptly, it could be life-threatening.

Chen Mo stretched out his hand, placing two fingers on the inside of the woman's wrist, feeling the faint pulse throbbing under his fingertips.

Indeed, it was weak and powerless.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the onlookers, and said firmly, "She has low blood sugar and acute hypothermia; she needs immediate medical attention. Could someone give me a piece of candy?"

The onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment; some touched their pockets and shook their heads.

The middle-aged woman in the red dress rummaged in her pocket, pulled out a piece of fruit candy, and handed it over.

"I have some here, my grandson just gave it to me, I haven't eaten it yet."

Chen Mo took the candy, unwrapped it, and gently placed the orange fruit candy into the woman's mouth, letting the candy rest against the inside of her cheek and between her teeth.

Then he laid the woman flat on the stone steps, unbuttoned the top button of her soaking wet sundress, placed his hands on the lower half of her sternum, pressed down firmly with the heels of his palms, straightened his arms, and pressed down vertically with the weight of his upper body.

Once, twice, three times.

He pressed down fifteen times, then bent down, pinched the woman's nose, lifted her chin, covered her lips with his, and blew two breaths forcefully.

Then he straightened up and continued pressing.

Thirty breaths, two artificial respirations, then thirty more breaths, then two more artificial respirations.

Water droplets dripped from Chen Mo's hair and landed on the woman's face, leaving streaks on her pale skin.

The crowd quieted down.

All the phone cameras were pointed at him.

A middle-aged man standing on the periphery asked in a low voice, his voice filled with uncertain worry.

"Young man, can you save her?"

Chen Mo didn't look up, and his hands continued pressing. "Don't worry, I'm a traditional Chinese medicine doctor."

The people around them exchanged glances, and most of the doubts in their eyes dissipated.

Xiao Rou stood at the front of the crowd, her hands clasped in front of her chest, her eyes fixed on Chen Mo's movements.

When she heard the words "I am a traditional Chinese medicine doctor," she paused for a moment, her lips parted slightly, and she and Coco exchanged a glance. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.

Coco's lips moved silently, as if to say, "Brother Mo also knows traditional Chinese medicine."

The little deer stood next to Coco, its eyes wide open.

She watched Chen Mo kneeling on the stone steps, pressing and blowing air, pressing and blowing air, his movements as practiced as an old doctor who had worked in the hospital emergency room for more than ten years.

Those images flashed through her mind.

Mo Ge single-handedly fought off more than twenty thugs; Mo Ge played the piano and guitar in the restaurant; Mo Ge rode his Ducati, taking them through the streets of the county town; Mo Ge wore an apron in the kitchen, cooking braised pork ribs for them.

Now there's one more thing.

Traditional Chinese Medicine.

She closed her eyes and opened them again to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

The other girls had similar expressions. Xiao Ning stood at the back, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes reflecting Chen Mo's kneeling figure, her eyes filled with admiration.

Although they envied the woman who received CPR from Mo Ge, none of them were jealous.

Because they knew that Mo Ge was saving people.

They could only marvel at how amazing Mo Ge was, saying he could do everything!

He's practically an omnipotent god!

Even Superman couldn't compare!

Chen Mo continued pressing.

Thirty, twice, thirty, twice, thirty, twice.

He didn't know how many cycles he counted.

The woman remained unresponsive, her face still as pale as paper, her lips still bluish-purple, and her pulse still faint.

Some people in the crowd began to mutter quietly, some shook their heads, and some sighed.

An old woman clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and moved her lips, seemingly reciting something.

Chen Mo ignored the voices, his gaze fixed on the woman's pale face, and leaned down again.

Press your lips against it, blow air, straighten your back, place your hands on top of each other, press firmly with the heels of your palms, and press down.

Five minutes later, Chen Mo finally felt the other person's pulse begin to become stronger.

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