Traveling through time with spatial abilities, the scientific research genius is a little sweet.

Chapter 39 was vomited up!

Su Nuannuan and Zhao Yalan exchanged a glance, both of them looking rather serious.

As a mother, Zhao Yalan didn't want a child to lose their life like that. She immediately stood up, wanting to see if she could do anything to help.

At school, she had taken several first-aid training courses, including first aid for children who were choking. She went to check on them; maybe they could still be saved.

“I am a teacher at Beijing University. I have received training in first aid. Please let me take a look at the child’s condition.”

After Zhao Yalan finished speaking, a train conductor stepped forward. Seeing someone raise their hand, the conductor's previously anxious face showed a hint of joy.

They had already searched many carriages but couldn't find a doctor. Later, seeing that the child's condition was getting worse, they decided to try to find someone with a little first aid knowledge to take a look.

Many people came, but none of them could cure the boy.

Upon seeing that Zhao Yalan was a teacher at Peking University, the train conductor guessed that she must know more than they did.

When Chu Huaying saw Zhao Yalan stand up, she immediately grabbed her sleeve.

"Mom, I want to go too."

"Huaying, Mommy is going to save people."

Chu Huaying didn't want to be separated from Zhao Yalan. Seeing that Zhao Yalan was trying to pry him away, he held onto her arm tightly.

Upon seeing this, Su Nuannuan quickly got up.

"Sister Yalan, I'll go with you. I can help you take care of Huaying."

"This……"

Zhao Yalan glanced at the train conductor with a troubled expression. She was also worried about being separated from her son. Seeing that Su Nuannuan was willing to help take care of Hua Ying, she felt relieved. However, she was concerned that the train conductor wouldn't allow the two of them to come along.

The situation was urgent, and the train conductor agreed without hesitation.

The group hurried towards carriage number 13.

Actually, even if Zhao Yalan hadn't intervened, Su Nuannuan would have done so anyway. She just hesitated because she was worried the train conductor wouldn't trust her.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yalan wanted to go and see, and Su Nuannuan felt this was a good opportunity to go along. When Chu Huaying wanted to go with Zhao Yalan, Su Nuannuan offered to go with her without hesitation.

On the way, Zhao Yalan kept asking the train conductor about the little boy. Su Nuannuan listened intently from the side.
How did he choke?

They only knew the boy was choking, but they didn't know what he was choking on. Different things require different treatments. Therefore, Zhao Yalan needed to find out first.

Zhao Yalan looked very professional, which immediately intimidated the train conductor. Without keeping him in suspense, she quickly explained the boy's situation.

"The child choked on a jujube. It's been half an hour now, and we've tried everything, but we just can't get the jujube out. Now, the child can't speak, and his face is turning blue."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yalan and Su Nuannuan realized that the situation was very serious.

Especially Zhao Yalan, whose first aid knowledge was only sufficient for handling simple patients. The boy's condition was too serious, and she was somewhat apprehensive.

Su Nuannuan was getting anxious; the boy clearly needed immediate help. Otherwise, he was very likely to suffer cardiac arrest if things continued this way.

The three walked quickly and soon arrived at carriage number 13.

"Make way, someone can treat this."

As soon as the train conductor called out, the crowd in front of Zhao Yalan and Su Nuannuan dispersed.

Looking at the child surrounded by the crowd on the ground, Su Nuannuan frowned. Children already have difficulty breathing, and with so many people around, the air wasn't circulating.

The boy could suffocate to death before he even receives treatment.

Zhao Yalan also understands this common sense.

"You all need to disperse the crowd immediately. The child is already having trouble breathing, and you're blocking the way so tightly."

Upon hearing this, the train conductor quickly dispersed the crowd.

The little boy lay on the floor, his face pale and bluish, while a man and a woman sat beside him, weeping.

The woman spoke while crying.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

He kept muttering those two phrases to himself, his mind no longer clear. The man sat blankly on the ground, holding his wife, his well-tailored Zhongshan suit covered in dust.

Even when they saw Zhao Yalan arrive, they showed no reaction. It seemed they had already accepted their son's fate.

Ignoring them, Zhao Yalan arrived and quickly went to check on the boy.

"Oh no, his breathing is getting weaker and weaker."

Zhao Yalan's hands trembled. She had never seen anything like this before and was immediately terrified.

Moreover, the first aid knowledge she had learned wouldn't work on the boy. She was even more worried that she might accidentally make his condition worse.

Seeing that Zhao Yalan did not make a move, Su Nuannuan became anxious.

Regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, he shouted loudly at Zhao Yalan.

"Sister Yalan, support the child from behind, press your hand against his abdomen, and squeeze him forcefully to the diagonal rear."

Su Nuannuan's voice was firm and powerful, and Zhao Yalan, for some reason, listened to her and did as she said.

The others also heard Su Nuannuan's voice and all showed disapproving looks.

"Young lady, you can't teach her carelessly. If something goes wrong, you'll be held responsible."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a serious appearance.

Su Nuannuan knew the other person meant no harm; they were just worried that the child might be harmed by the treatment and that his family would cause her trouble. However, she couldn't tell him that she really could cure the child.

"Uncle, trust me. We use this method to induce vomiting when the kids in our village choke; it's very effective. The situation is urgent now, what could possibly get worse?"

Zhao Yalan glanced at the boy who was about to die and realized that Su Nuannuan was right. Without further hesitation, she chose to believe Su Nuannuan.

Following Su Nuannuan's instructions, she positioned her hands to support the boy's abdomen and began to lift him backward.

Zhao Yalan's actions were somewhat rough, causing those around her to frown. Seeing the boy's face growing increasingly pale, some people tried to step forward to stop Zhao Yalan.

However, as soon as he approached, the child, who hadn't reacted before, suddenly vomited.

There happened to be a round jujube in the vomit.

Su Nuannuan glanced at it and saw that the jujube was about half the size of a child's fist. No wonder it almost choked the child to death.

Those around them were delighted to see this.

"Great, he threw it up!"

Someone shouted, and applause erupted in the carriage.

The child, who had been holding his breath for so long, finally got to breathe in some fresh air. He took deep breaths, and his complexion slowly returned to normal as he moved.

After feeling that his breathing was easier, the child finally burst into loud cries.

"Mommy and Daddy, I want Mommy and Daddy!"

The parents, who had been heartbroken, regained their senses upon hearing their child's cries. They saw their son crying sadly in a woman's arms, a far cry from the near-death state he had just appeared.

The two realized in an instant that their son had been saved.

The woman rushed over immediately, hugged the boy tightly, and felt her son's warmth. Her heart ached, and she burst into tears.

The man, too, looked at his son, whom he had lost and then found, and his eyes filled with tears.

After calming down, the two of them knelt down before Zhao Yalan, holding the child.

"Thank you for saving Xiaojun."

Zhao Yalan felt somewhat guilty and quickly helped the two of them up, explaining.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me. It should be my student. She happened to know a folk remedy for inducing vomiting, and I saved your son by following her instructions.”

Zhao Yalan had never heard of the method Su Nuannuan taught. She only thought it was a traditional method from her village.

(End of this chapter)