1980 My Entertainment Era

Chapter 61 American Expert Old Pailou

There is a saying that goes, "What you fear will come true."

Li Weiguo was difficult to deal with to begin with, and now with the arrival of foreign experts, he had even more legitimate reasons. Xia Tian didn't want to get into any trouble.

But the more you don't want it, the more likely you are to encounter it.

Xia Tian was pushing the cart towards the Propaganda Department's office and met Li Weiguo on the way.

Even in the hottest days of early September, he was still wearing a navy blue Mao suit with slightly frayed cuffs, a slightly loose white shirt underneath, and his hair was a little sparse in the front but combed meticulously.

He has a serious face and there are slight wrinkles between his eyebrows, giving people the feeling that he is always thinking about something and is difficult to get along with.

This is Li Weiguo. Next to him are two clerks who are taking notes and nodding frequently.

"Hello, Director Li!" Xia Tian took the initiative to greet him.

Li Weiguo is also a director. He took office three years ago. Although he was parachuted in, he has connections above him.

"Tsk! What's going on?" He looked a little impatient.

"Didn't I tell you kids? The situation in the factory is special right now. Don't hang around here during this period of time," he said.

"Yes, Director Li, I'm sending some paint to my father for painting posters. It won't arrive until noon, so I'm the only one who can deliver it. I'll leave after I deliver the things." Xia Tian was very good.

"Xia Tian, ​​you are sensible. I don't want to say anything more. Hurry up!"

"understand!"

Xia Tian passed by Li Weiguo and continued walking towards the propaganda class.

Although Uncle Zhou from the Security Department disliked Li Weiguo, Father Xia actually praised Li Weiguo in private.

Although this person has connections with higher-ups, he is very capable, but sometimes he seems very unkind.

But this is not a bad thing. They are in charge of discipline, why do they need so many favors?
You should do your job well. If you only think about gaining favors for yourself, you will not be able to do your job well.

"Dad, the paint has been delivered.

"You've come just in time!" Dad Xia was writing a newspaper on a large blackboard, and he also had to draw pictures and lace decorations with chalks of different colors.

Normally, as a section chief, he shouldn't have to do this himself, but he likes it. Besides, there are only a few people with this skill under him, and he is a bit too busy now.

"It's just right that you're here, please help me draw this poster. I'm already too busy here, and I haven't even had my meal yet!"

Dad Xia handed Xia Tian a line drawing on a piece of straw paper. It was similar to the propaganda posters from the past Soviet era. It showed a yellow and a white worker working together with a blast furnace in a steel mill behind them, but the national flags were now Chinese and American.

Xia Tian took a look at it. Although it was a large poster, it was easy for Xia Tian to read. The problem was, "Dad, I met Director Li on the way here, and he didn't let me stay in the factory."

"It's okay, I got it. I'll tell them when the time comes... This is also a contribution made by the children of Shougang to the factory. It's a good thing!" said Dad Xia.

Look, he is worthy of being the Propaganda Section Chief, what he said is so well-spoken!
But it’s not bad, because Xia Tian can really paint, and he paints well.

Who can say that it is wrong to work for the factory for free just for the factory's publicity work?

Xiatian stood next to the wall he was going to paint and began to look at it.

The line drawing just now began to appear on the wall like a phantom in the eyes, and then colors began to gradually appear, and even the color contrast effect could be changed.

In the eyes of others, Xia Tian seemed to be staring at the wall with his head tilted up.

Only Dad Xia knows his son's abilities, that's what it means to be confident!
He put down the poster he had drawn, picked up the lunch box and started to swallow it.

After more than half a minute, Xia Tian moved, and with the chalk in his hand, he drew short lines and dots on the wall neatly. These were for positioning.

Then he used a brush to paint the base color directly on the wall...

A large-scale poster measuring 5x3 meters was completed in just over ten minutes. Whether it was the layout, lines, pictures, or colors, it was impeccable.

It’s not very exquisite, but as a propaganda poster, it is very qualified.

"Okay." Xia Tian looked at himself and found no flaws.

"Dad, I'll go back if it's okay." Xia Tian said.

"Well! Be careful on the road."

Xia Tian pushed the cart over here, and several propaganda department staff members looked up at the freshly made propaganda posters whose paint had not yet dried.

“Although it’s not the first time I’ve seen it, every time I see Xiao Tian drawing such a large poster so easily, I’m always amazed. It’s as if he did it so casually…”

"Xiaotian is a genius!"

Father Xia put down the aluminum lunch box, and while brushing the lunch box, he smiled and said, “What kind of genius is this? It’s just a couple of strokes, it’s not really a genius.”

The habit that the Xia couple has developed over the years is to always emphasize that their children are just ordinary children, and it has become a mental illness.

If my son is a genius, I will be overjoyed and want the whole world to know about it.

But if your son is a super genius whose qualities are hard to explain, then you will be a little worried and wish no one would pay attention to your son.

I plan to go back to the secret base in the summer to have some rest and reply to a few letters from readers.

Unexpectedly, when I went out, I met Li Weiguo.

Not only was there Li Weiguo, but there were also four or five other people surrounding a tall foreigner. Not far behind him were five or six workers wearing safety helmets.

It's broken, it's crashed!

However, Li Weiguo followed those people and glanced at Xia Tian without any expression.

Xia Tian naturally couldn't afford to go and bring bad luck upon himself, so he planned to wait aside until the group of people left before leaving.

As a result, not far away, the 1.85-meter-tall blond foreigner suddenly stopped. He frowned and covered his chest, his expression a little stiff.

"Mr. Pyro? Mr. Pyro, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

what happened?

The foreigner bent over and hunched over, his whole movements were very stiff, and he actually fell to his knees despite the support of the two people beside him!

Several people suddenly panicked and almost became a mess!
"Quick! Call the doctor!"

"Send to the infirmary!"

"Send him to the hospital! Call a taxi!"

Several people tried to carry the person on their backs, some wanted to rub his chest, and some wanted to pinch his Ren Zhong. Everyone was in chaos.

But Xia Tian, ​​who was not far away, figured out what happened - the foreigner had a heart attack!
Although it is not clear what type it is, this is definitely a heart attack.

After thinking for a while, Xia Tian squeezed forward and said, "Let me do it!"

"Xia Tian, ​​don't make trouble! Go away!" said a factory cadre.

Many people in the factory knew Xia Tian. On the one hand, this cadre didn't trust Xia Tian, ​​and on the other hand, he didn't want him to get involved in such matters.

Li Weiguo also spoke up: "Xia Tian, ​​leave here and don't cause any more trouble!"

Xia Tian looked at him and said, "This man is having a heart attack. I don't know if he can make it to the hospital or see a doctor. Either let me try, or bet that he can make it!"

I was afraid that you wouldn't speak up, so Xia Tian threw the problem to him.

In fact, Xia Tian hesitated for a while, wondering whether to wade into this muddy water, but finally decided to give it a try.

According to the thinking of later generations, let alone this foreigner, even if an old man or old woman fell in front of me, if I looked at them a few more times, I would think I deserved it.

But now it’s different. This factory doesn’t belong to anyone. It’s the country’s factory, it’s everyone’s factory.

So many people work overtime, work hard, and struggle, not for others.

Dad Xia often says that the factory is my home. This is not an empty statement!
If the expert invited from the United States for exchange died in the factory, it would be a huge blow to Shougang and would hurt everyone in the factory.

So, I took the risk and participated in the summer.

Li Weiguo didn't expect Xia Tian to say this, and he found himself cornered by this kid's words. But he didn't have time to think about anything else, and made a decision in just two seconds.

"If you are sure, give it a try!"

At the same time, he pushed the people beside him, "Go find a stretcher! Go find a doctor! Go call a car! Go quickly!"

We can't put all our hopes on summer.

Now do all that you can!

Xia Tian quickly stripped off the foreigner's white shirt, asked others to support his upper body, half-knelt behind the foreigner, and began to measure his back with his thumb...

First, you need to find the "Zhi Yang" point on the back - draw a straight line from the "lower angle of the scapula" on both sides to the center of the back, where this line intersects with the line connecting the thoracic spinous processes 7 and 8.

First, quickly press the acupoint with the tip of your thumb and fingertip with a little force. The best effect is achieved at a depth of 1 to 1.5 cm.

This method generally relaxes the spasmed coronary arteries, thereby improving blood supply to the heart muscle.

I hope this foreigner is strong enough that as long as his condition can be relieved and his blood supply can be restored to a certain extent, he can survive until the subsequent rescue.

Xia Tian's fingers were like the judge's pen used in traditional martial arts to press acupoints, pressing deeply into the foreigner's back, pressing non-stop until it felt like it was sinking into the flesh!
Some people around ran to ask for help, while the rest watched from two steps away - dispersing to avoid crowding.

Xia Tian continued pressing for nearly a minute, and the foreigner's livid face finally eased a little, and his purple lips gradually regained some color.

Although his breathing was still a little short and his forehead was covered in sweat, he looked much better.

This method belongs to meridian therapy, and its core is to relieve coronary artery spasm and prevent angina pectoris and myocardial infarction in patients with coronary heart disease.

Of course, once the patient is out of critical condition, he or she must be sent to the hospital for further examination and treatment.

"Three, three grams of oil..." he said weakly.

"Don't talk. It's not time to relax yet. Hasn't the car arrived yet?" Xia Tian said.

Before he could finish his words, a jeep from the factory drove over. Several people hurriedly and carefully helped the foreigner into the car, and then the car rushed out of the factory gate and headed for the hospital.

A group of people patted Xia Tian on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

Xia Tian smiled bitterly, waved his hands, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's just luck, let's try our best..."

After dealing with those uncles and aunts who praised him, Xia Tian left the factory.

To be honest, it's a bit risky.

What I learned from Dr. Jiang's medical books and the "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" had never been put into practice. It was really a fluke that it worked - there was no chance for Xia Tian to put it into practice!

It's just that times have changed, otherwise a non-professional like me would never cause trouble for myself.

"Just consider it as a good deed!" Xia Tian said to himself.

Thanks to the book friend "雨过天就晴" for the 500-point reward.

Thanks to the book friend "利世9527" for the 100-point reward.

Thank you~
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(End of this chapter)