Thirty minutes of CPR, with ribs intact and unbroken.
This proves the other party has excellent control, extrely high level!
"We had done ergency training before, and it felt like CPR was definitely not easy to do, and the standard was very tiring. By the way, Wanqing, does your Ji Da School of Veterinary dicine still teach CPR? Dr. Zhang’s thod seems like it was specially learned from a certain teacher, not sothing common techniques could achieve."
Chen Qian said, curiously looking at Song Wanqing.
Manual hemostasis.
Suturing.
CPR.
It feels like Teacher Zhang’s skills are all for humans, not like what the School of Veterinary dicine would teach.
Of course.
They didn’t graduate from Northeast People’s University, so they’re asking Wanqing.
"Even though we are alumni from the sa school, our campuses are far apart. I’m at Chun Nan Vanguard Campus, and Teacher Zhang is at Chun Nan Peaceful Campus, about ten kiloters apart, almost an hour’s journey; but normally they shouldn’t be teaching this, right? I really don’t know where Teacher Zhang learned it!"
Song Wanqing was also very puzzled.
"Ah? Are the campuses so far apart? Is it possible their ntor taught them? I saw so introductions about Teacher Zhang’s ntor online. It seems the other party graduated with a bachelor’s in clinical dicine, studied veterinary dicine for grad school and Ph.D., and they say his family is full of big nas in the dical field."
We’re now in an era of information abundance.
It’s quite easy to dig into soone’s background.
Just like that, there’s information online about Shen Changming.
His father is a National dical Master, on par with Ru Jiming, nad Shen Xuanqing.
His mother is a top-notch gynecologist dostically.
His wife is an expert at the National Health Commission’s Ergency Center, and his sisters are also top figures in the dical field.
He himself is also one of the leading figures in the veterinary science field dostically.
So,
there’s a high possibility he was the teacher.
"I really don’t know."
In this area of knowledge, Song Wanqing was rather clueless.
She slightly spread her hands at this mont.
It feels like only Director Shen Changming of the School of Veterinary dicine might know the inside story.
...
"I didn’t do it! I don’t know a damn thing! Old ng, don’t put labels on . I’ve only taught basic veterinary knowledge. How would I know this kid’s so good at CPR too!"
That day.
Shen Changming received a phone call early in the morning.
In front of his computer were videos from two different locations.
The first was in an elevator cramped rescue space.
The second was doing frantic CPR by the riverside.
That’s when an old friend called him.
Saying he was not being honest.
Clearly a veterinarian, yet teaching so beyond the scope!
If one didn’t know, they’d think he was a military doctor.
It left Shen Changming utterly baffled.
Isn’t this blatant lying?
When did I ever teach these!!
After much persuasion, this matter was finally brushed over.
But those words about who a veterinarian doing CPR kept ringing in his ears.
"So strange! CPR, wasn’t taught, so how did this kid learn it!"
Shen Changming watched the video, deep in thought.
Back at school, he didn’t show any signs, but why did he seem like he broke a seal after going ho once?
It’s too abnormal.
[Ms. Huang]
"Honey, what do you think of this CPR technique?"
"Video.mp4."
...
Shen Changming sent his wife two video clips.
He really is a veterinarian.
Not very knowledgeable about CPR and such.
The only thing he can judge is its extrely high standard.
He couldn’t make any deeper interpretations.
But his wife is an ergency expert; she should be able to see through it.
"Ms. Huang: Not bad, very good. Are they from your Northeastern University?"
Her WeChat na was Ms. Huang.
Shen Changming didn’t change it.
He felt Ms. Huang was a perfectly fitting title for her.
"Yeah, excellent, right? From our School of Veterinary dicine."
Shen Changming wittily replied to his wife.
Though both were quite old,
since they often interacted with young people, their mindset remained relatively youthful,
at least their conversation wasn’t so dull.
"Ms. Huang: ???"
"Ms. Huang: Are you joking with ? If soone from your School of Veterinary dicine can perform CPR this well, I’ll give you, this old man, a back massage for a month!"
Ms. Huang on the other end sent a series of question marks, clearly in disbelief.
"Oh? It’s a deal!!"
Shen Changming’s mouth curved slightly, a pleasant surprise indeed.
"Ms. Huang: Deal my foot! This kind of standard CPR can’t be done without thousands of real-life rescue practices; what, does your Veterinary dicine train on pigs and cows with CPR every day?"
Ms. Huang didn’t hold back at all in her words.
But Shen Changming didn’t explain.
Instead, he silently sent over the complete video.
And also included a high-definition photo of Zhang Lingchuan and himself.
You won’t get this kind of enjoynt.
Having a dical expert giving a massage is genuinely comfortable.
At least, Shen Changming got to enjoy it.
"Ms. Huang: Bring the person ho tonight!!"
Over ten minutes later,
Ms. Huang’s words included two more exclamation marks.
And even sent a panda emoji.
Clearly visible,
she was getting a bit worked up.
And, of course, Shen Changming couldn’t bring them ho.
After all, the person was still at ho now; how could he possibly bring them over?
When school starts, he’ll inquire more carefully and then bring them ho.
anwhile,
Zhang Lingchuan, on the road, was unaware of this.
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