Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Yang looked at Ruan Xueling with pure eyes, "Mom, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the skin care products?"

Ruan Xueling took a deep breath with a sinister look in her eyes: "There better be no problem. Otherwise, I will never let Ruan Yan go!"

Gu Yang went upstairs and brought the set of skin care products to Ruan Xueling.

Ruan Xueling took the skin care products and went out. She was worried because she had to go and see the test results in person.

Gu Yang also went out.

Jincheng in August is like a furnace. The sun is in the sky at noon, and a heat wave comes as soon as you step outside.

Towering sycamore trees line both sides of the street, providing shade. It's the peak of the afternoon, with cars flowing like water, people coming and going, and fireworks galore.

The girl is wearing a warm white dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and light steps, walking in the hustle and bustle, as if she is not stained by fireworks.

At this time, an old man in hospital clothes stumbled forward.

Gu Yangting was about to give way to the old man, but the old man fainted at her feet.

Gu Yang stood there: "..."

Is this a case of porcelain?

People passing by also stopped when they saw this.

"What's wrong with you little girl? Don't you have eyes? Why did you knock the old man down?" An aunt who was passing by to buy groceries pointed at Gu Yang and scolded him.

"Looking at this luxurious outfit, she must be a rich girl. The second generation of rich people nowadays don't care enough about human life..."

Everyone was talking and pointing around Gu Yang, some were holding up their mobile phones to take videos, and some were calling for an ambulance.

As a psychiatrist, Gu Yang has a very good psychological quality. He is not affected by the remarks and has no time to pay attention to everyone's comments. She squatted down to check the old man's condition, and then discovered that the old man had not touched the porcelain, but had suffered a cardiac arrest.

Although she is a doctor of psychology and mental illness, the most basic first aid knowledge is essential.

So he started to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the old man's heart.

Everyone around was stunned when they saw Gu Yang's actions.

But someone soon ridiculed: "You're not just pretending, are you? How can a second-generation ancestor like this know CPR?"

"It must be a show-off. How hard is it to press the heart? Is she a little girl? Don't cause trouble when the time comes!"

"It doesn't matter if it causes more trouble. Someone in a rich second-generation family like this will definitely come out to smooth things over."

Of course, there were also people in the crowd who had seen the whole process before and knew that Gu Yang was innocent, so they defended Gu Yang. But this voice was almost suppressed by the condemnation.

A young man wearing a black mask couldn't stand it and stood up to defend Gu Yang, but no one listened to him at all. He could only go to Gu Yang and ask: "Miss, are you okay?" Don’t do the compressions for me.”

During cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the frequency of chest heart compressions is at least one hundred times per minute and the depth of compressions is at least five centimeters. The strength required is self-evident.

There was also a middle-aged man who took the initiative to step forward, open the old man's airway, and perform artificial respiration in accordance with the frequency of Gu Yang's heart compressions.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived and the medical staff carried the old man into the ambulance.

One of the doctors was relieved after checking the old man's condition, "Fortunately, the four minutes of golden rescue time were not wasted, and the cardiopulmonary resuscitation was done very well."

He glanced at Gu Yang approvingly: "Little girl, your first aid measures are very standard, and your heart compression posture is very standard."

Until the sound of the ambulance was far away, the onlookers still didn't come back to their senses. Those who were pointing fingers at Gu Yang seemed to have pressed the pause button.