Chapter 18

"Ha ha!"

"Ahem! Ahem ahem ahem ahem..."

When the little girl suddenly arched her body and sprayed a mouthful of water onto her mother, who was performing chest compressions on her, and then began to cough violently, the people around them were as if they had been turned to stone by Medusa's gaze.

Silence fell over the lakeside.

"Lucy! My child..."

The only one who could react was the mother who was performing chest compressions on her daughter. Her face first showed an expression of disbelief, then an indescribable joy quickly surged up, and she tightly embraced the girl, calling out in a mix of surprise and joy. After the painful coughing subsided, the little girl's mouth twisted, and she began to cry.

The middle-aged woman's tears of joy and the little girl's sobs of grievance mixed together, creating a strangely pleasant sensation.

"How is this possible?!"

At this moment, the doctor who had confidently declared that John was fooling around a moment ago suddenly shouted out after a brief pause.

"Boom!"

The crowd around them also reacted, instantly bursting into a frenzy!

"God!"

Countless people called out the same great name at that moment.

A person declared dead by a doctor had miraculously come back to life! This scene, akin to a divine miracle, made many devout believers cross themselves, and some even knelt on one knee to pray!

"John!"

Old Hunter's face also showed an expression of disbelief. He first swallowed hard, then opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath, before grabbing John, who had just let out a sigh of relief, and asked urgently with wide eyes, "How did you do it?"

"Didn't you just see?"

Noticing the change in the atmosphere around him, John inwardly sighed but still smiled as he spoke. He hadn't had time to think about it when he was saving the girl, but now that she was saved, explaining what happened next was a headache.

"Nonsense!"

Old Hunter was clearly very dissatisfied with his grandson's response. He glared at him, about to say something, but hesitated after looking around and swallowed his words.

John shook his head at Old Hunter and whispered, "Grandpa, wait a moment. I'll explain everything later."

Then, John turned and walked to the middle-aged woman's side, bending down and saying with concern, "Madam, because she was immersed in icy water for a long time, your daughter's body is very weak and needs more warmth. I strongly suggest you take her to a warm place immediately, such as a hotel near the park. It would be best if she could take a hot bath and drink some hot water..."

"Yes! Yes!"

Hearing John's warning, the woman finally came to her senses from the state of extreme joy and sorrow. She then noticed that her daughter was still wearing wet clothes, with nothing but the blanket John had given her!

The middle-aged woman immediately panicked, fearing that her daughter's young body would suffer from the cold. For a moment, she even forgot to thank John, and quickly picked up her daughter's cold body, shouting loudly, "Chuck, Chuck! Quickly, get more blankets... and we need to go to the nearest hotel immediately!"

Holding the little girl, the middle-aged woman ran towards a carriage.

"Hehe."

John chuckled, not minding the woman's impolite departure. He hadn't done it for others' gratitude; he was just happy to have saved a life, a feeling that reminded him of his early days at work. This sense of satisfaction far exceeded a simple "thank you."

Moreover...

Seeing that almost everyone around him was staring at him with intense curiosity, John felt somewhat helpless.

Although he had used a simple method to perform CPR on the girl to avoid confusing the middle-aged woman, the fact that he had brought someone back from the brink of death in this era was already shocking enough!

Fortunately, no one around him recognized him. If the Stones hadn't left Central Park earlier for Joshua's sake, John would have been surrounded by now. Even so, many people looked eager to approach and talk to him.

"John, let's go."

At this moment, Old Hunter patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Since the child is fine, let's leave here first."

"Ah? Oh, okay."

Seeing the worried look in Old Hunter's eyes, John reacted and quickly walked towards their carriage with him.

"Sir, please wait a moment!"

Just then, the middle-aged doctor, seeing that John was about to leave, suddenly shouted out as if waking from a dream.

"Let's go, ignore him!"

Old Hunter frowned and whispered, quickening his steps with John.

But the middle-aged doctor, clearly not one to give up easily, immediately chased after them without regard for his dignity, "Sir, sir, please wait a moment!"

"Do you have something to say?"

Realizing he couldn't shake off the man, Old Hunter stopped, pulled John behind him, and planted his cane on the ground, his face cold as he said, "What is it?"

"Uh..."

The middle-aged doctor gave an awkward smile, took off his hat, and bowed slightly to Old Hunter, "Sir, I apologize for my earlier misunderstanding of that young man. But please believe me, I have no ill intentions this time. I just want to discuss what happened earlier with him..."

"There's nothing to discuss. Goodbye."

Old Hunter didn't give the man a chance to finish, coldly replied, and pulled John into the carriage.

"Go!"

Henry, who had been ready, snapped the reins, and the black horse immediately started, pulling the carriage from slow to fast, quickly leaving the scene. The middle-aged doctor was left standing there, looking dejected as he watched the carriage drive away, as if a thousand dollars had just flown past him...

In the carriage, Old Hunter's face was serious, and John felt somewhat uneasy.

Explaining how he could revive someone whose heart and breathing had stopped wasn't difficult for him. After all, he had read the latest CPR guidelines many times in his previous life. However, the key issue was why a technique that wouldn't appear for another seventy or eighty years was already here now?

"It seems I can only use those two books to bluff."

After a bitter smile, John sighed helplessly. For the first time since his rebirth, he felt a strong urge to return to his old profession, even if it was just for a two-year degree. Not to leave a name in medical history, but to have a reasonable explanation for such incidents in the future.

It wasn't until the carriage left the gates of Central Park that Old Hunter spoke.

"I used two methods to save the girl."

After a moment's hesitation, John decided not to wait for Old Hunter to ask and began his explanation, "One I call artificial respiration, where the mother blew air into the girl's mouth. The other I call chest compressions, where I rhythmically pressed on the girl's chest. These are things I learned from books."

"From what books?"

Furrowing his brow, Old Hunter pressed on.

To be honest, Old Hunter was quite pleased with his grandson's endless talents, but on the other hand, today's events were truly too hard to understand, making him somewhat worried. Light bulbs and batteries were one thing, as they had already been invented by others, but what about today's incident?

Even the doctor was at a loss, wasn't he?

"Ah..."

Taking a light breath, John hesitated for a moment before saying, "One book is from the East, and the other is from the West, and both are very famous in their respective worlds!"

"Oh?"

Old Hunter's eyebrows raised, and his mind began to race.

Seeing that his grandfather was trying hard to recall the book titles, John decided to be completely open, blinking and smiling, "The one from the East is called 'Treatise on Cold Damage and Miscellaneous Diseases.' You might not be familiar with it; it was written by a Chinese physician named Zhang Zhongjing about 2000 years ago. The one from the West, you must have heard of it, as it's called 'The Bible'..."