Xu Tui had learned about CPR in high school. He learned it from a silicone model. However, his hands and mouth were trembling when he faced the real person.
"You're saving someone. You have to hurry up and save her! Hurry! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Under Ah Huang's demonic urging, Xu Tui first pinched An Xiaoxue's nose in a standard CPR position. Then, he wrapped his hand around An Xiaoxue's lips and breathed her out. According to the specifications of CPR, one had to blow twice in a row. The duration of each blow was 1.5 seconds. The process was very standard.
Three seconds later, Xu Tui ran out of air. He raised his head and took a deep breath. While he was inhaling, he licked his lips.
It was a little sweet. The smell was slightly sweet. It was fragrant.
Xu Tui began to like CPR. He leaned over and did it again.
What Xu Tui did not know was that at this moment, Ah Huang had already secretly let out a scheming laugh.
