Tangyuan's past life was too busy; she was always studying, and then work made her even busier, leaving no time to relax. So, for her, tourism was a luxury. She grew up in a new first-tier city, the capital of H province, located in the Central Plains. Being an only child, she followed a set path from childhood to adulthood. Her life had no dramatic ups and downs, but she could be considered her parents' pride. She died in the line of duty, which somehow provided a sense of security for her parents' later years, didn't it?
The topic drifted a bit far. As for H city in Z province, an internationally renowned tourist city, she had longed to visit for a long time. Unfortunately, in her previous life, she had no time to see it, but now, in this life, she had the opportunity. However, in order to provide a good environment for her daughter, she hadn't really had the chance to appreciate the scenery here as a tourist, despite being in the area for quite some time.
The night in H city was bustling with traffic; although it lacked the beautiful neon lights of the future, it was still far more developed compared to other cities. Even the spirit of its people could be described as modern.
She couldn't describe the feeling with too many words, but H city was truly beautiful. Although there were some barriers in accent, she believed that with willingness to learn and time, she would overcome them.
Xiao Xiao rarely had time to come out and relax. She hopped around joyfully. Perhaps because of the crowding in her future life, Xiao Xiao subconsciously kept her on the inside of the sidewalk, while she herself walked on the outside. If any danger were to come, she would have the time to react. Having seen too many children involved in accidents, she had developed this subconscious protective habit.
As they strolled along West Lake, admiring the scenery and listening to Granny Wang narrate some beautiful legends about the place, Tangyuan suddenly noticed a small crowd gathered not far ahead. It must have been out of professional habit that she instinctively rushed over.
As expected, a person lay on the ground, clutching their chest in agony, gasping and coughing as if they were trying to cough out their entire lungs...
Although cell phones existed in this era, few could afford the bulky ones. Most of the well-off people were still using pagers.
She shoved through the crowd and knelt down beside the stricken person, then shouted to those around, "Has anyone called 120? Hurry and call for emergency services!"
"Everyone, please step back, give the patient some breathing space."
Mingxia loosened his collar first and then tilted his head to the side. As she moved his head, his hat fell off, revealing he was a foreigner.
Coughing, wheezing, difficulty breathing, chest tightness, expectorating sputum—Mingxia quickly diagnosed that these were typical symptoms of bronchial asthma. Hearing his wheezing on exhalation, she immediately had him kneel down with his torso leaning forward, as this posture was conducive to breathing. She also loosened his belt to ease pressure on his chest and abdomen, which not only reduced the physical discomfort but also alleviated the patient's psychological pressure and anxiety.
After doing all this, she gently patted his cheek.
He seemed to be in extreme pain and was unable to respond. Mingxia grew anxious and continued to ask, "Do you have asthma, sir?"
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A bag? Mingxia was taken aback and quickly looked around. However, she didn't see his bag anywhere. She instantly shouted to the crowd.
"Has anyone seen his bag? Where is his bag? It has his emergency medication. Please help look for it!"
Mingxia hadn't noticed any bag beside the man when she arrived. At first, she thought a thief might have stolen it, thinking to herself how immoral some people are!
Her sudden interjection prompted the crowd to start looking around. By sheer coincidence, a young man who had been lingering to watch the commotion suddenly took off running, perhaps guilty conscience. Indeed, he was carrying a canvas backpack commonly used by backpackers. Mingxia shouted, "Quick, stop him, don't let him get away!"