The Wounded
Everyone stared at one another, but the young man lying in the hospital bed, Cui Jianqiang, had stabilized.
Although he didn't know how to use a medical oxygen cylinder, he had a decent eye for things. Driver Gao looked Cui Jianqiang up and down and said in surprise, "Huh? He looks a lot better than he did just now."
That was only natural. The big cylinder was far more effective than the small one. There was no need to take tiny sips and ration the oxygen; he could breathe freely, just like he was at a lower altitude. "Psychiatrists are doctors too!"
The middle-aged woman who had returned to her hometown after working away muttered softly to herself.
Veterinarians who treated large livestock sometimes treated people, too!
As long as they didn't use the wrong medicine, it would be fine.
What was the big deal about opening an oxygen cylinder?
Besides, psychiatrists were surely better than veterinarians. At the very least, they treated people.
"You know how to use this?"
The young woman looked at the attachment on the oxygen cylinder, which was bubbling away, then glanced at Li Bai.
As far as she knew, doctors who treated mental illness didn't usually have to deal with oxygen cylinders, did they?
"Of course. I've also learned first aid."
Li Bai nodded.
Opening an oxygen cylinder was a trivial matter for him. While everyone else was still at a loss, he had taken care of it without a second thought.
First aid?
Right, first aid.
The young woman suddenly remembered that when her boyfriend had passed out from altitude sickness, Li Bai had told her to press his philtrum. So it really was a first-aid technique.
"Thank you so much!"
The young woman immediately bowed deeply to Li Bai.
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