I, the princess of the dynasty, have hundreds of millions of talents, so what?

Jiang Zhiyu didn't think much and immediately began to undress the patient, preparing to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

"Hey, who are you? What do you want?"

A male voice suddenly yelled at her.

The people around didn't react much and kept pointing and talking.

"Hey, this girl is Chinese, right? Why did she just come up and take off her clothes?"

"Jennifer is a public figure after all. How could she endure such humiliation?"

"Speaking of which, this Chinese beauty looks familiar. She seems to be... the leader of the GS girl group that became very popular a while ago?"

……

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly, but did not stop his hands.

The onlookers then realized that she was performing chest compressions on Jennifer, and they fell silent instantly.

They even took the initiative to separate a small space for Jiang Zhiyu and Jennifer to facilitate the rescue work.

If conditions permit, rescuers performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on patients should be rotated every 2 minutes.

But at this moment, this condition is obviously not met.

When the ambulance siren sounded, Jiang Zhiyu had already performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient for nearly 4 minutes.

Finally, under the expectant gaze of everyone, the skin color of the girl named Jennifer gradually changed from pale to rosy.

Jiang Zhiyu called her twice before stopping what he was doing and began to check her carotid pulse and pupils.

Sure enough, the heartbeat and breathing had recovered, but they were still relatively weak.

"Oh, poor Jennifer, are you all right?"

"Thank God, I finally woke up!"

"Oh my God, Jennifer! You're almost giving us a heart attack! Let's go to the hospital for a check-up!"

……

Seeing the girl wake up, everyone immediately looked at her with concern, and only calmed down a little until the emergency personnel arrived.

"Jiang, Jiang Jiang, I won't be like this in the future, I hope." Looking at Jiang Zhiyu who was wiping his hands carefully, Qu Qingli seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu paused slightly while wiping his hands.

"No." After a long while, he took Qu Qingli's hand and said gently, "Didn't Professor Will say that there are already surgeries available for interventional treatment?"

"Yeah." Qu Qingli nodded silently and didn't say anything else, but his eyes remained on the ambulance that was driving away.

……

"Ginger, is that you?"

Suddenly, a man wearing a baseball cap squeezed through the crowd.

"Thank you so much! You helped me solve a big problem right away! If anything happens to Jennifer on my set, I won't be able to explain myself!"

"Director Ayers." Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly and greeted the visitor politely.

"Okay, okay." Director Ayers didn't seem to have the airs of an internationally renowned director. He smiled gently and said, "You see, it's quite chaotic here today. The audition will probably have to be postponed."

"It's okay, you go ahead." Jiang Zhiyu remained neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed slightly, "Then I won't bother you today."

"I'm sorry. I'll contact you as soon as I've dealt with it." Ayers apologized gently again, but was soon irritated by the incessant ringing of the phone.

"Fuck! Didn't I tell you not to keep calling me unless there's a Level A alert?" He picked up the phone and instantly became a different person, his voice rising eight degrees, "You're busy, but I'm busier than you!"

???

Three small question marks instantly popped up in Qu Qingli's head. Does Director Ayers have a split personality?

Isn't it too scary?!

Perhaps because Qu Qingli's expression was too shocked, Director Ayers quickly smiled broadly, as if performing a Sichuan opera face-changing performance.

"Ahem." Qu Qingli shuddered and tugged at Jiang Zhiyu's sleeve. "Well, Jiang Jiang, let's go quickly. Didn't Mr. Su say he wanted to take you to eat some special meal?"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly, nodded to Director Ayers again, then turned around and got into the car with Qu Qingli.

No wonder there have been rumors that the internationally renowned director Ayers is moody. It seems that the rumors are not groundless.

……

*

At night, the light is as dim as a bean.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in front of the desk and began to review today's CPR clinical operations.

She had already mastered the process and key points of CPR in the first semester of her freshman year.

But when I tried it for the first time, I still noticed some parts that were different from the theoretical knowledge points.

The mannequins in the school are all men with flat chests.

Today's patient is a girl with a relatively large chest.

During the CPR resuscitation process, Jiang Zhiyu could clearly feel that the girl's chest was interfering with her operation to a certain extent.

Maybe a different force and position is needed?

But why is there no relevant data recorded in the textbooks, and there is not even a female model in the school?

Jiang Zhiyu was thoughtful and opened his tablet to search for some data.

Sure enough, around the world, for sudden cardiac arrest in public places, the survival rate of women after CPR is 27% lower than that of men.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, perhaps there were some other reasons.

But, at least, first of all, should we try to include some female models in CPR training courses?

Similarly, in pharmacology research, more than 90% of papers only collect data from adult men, resulting in the effect of medication for women being far inferior to that for men.

Jiang Zhiyu closed his eyes slightly and tapped the table lightly.

It seems like I have found my future development direction in this era.

……

Suddenly, a ring broke the silence of the night.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Director Wu Zhi, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Jiang Jiang!" Director Wu sounded very excited. "Have you paid attention to the release index of "Special Color" recently?! I have great news for you! Our box office has exceeded 50 billion!"

50 million?

Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

That is, a little more than "Ask the King".

"Congratulations, Director Wu." She smiled slightly.

"Also, at the end of this year, the English version of 'Special Colors' will be officially released overseas! By then, it will be time for our Chinese culture to go global!" Director Wu smiled and paused, "And at the Huafei Awards and Huaran Awards after the beginning of the year, haha, my preliminary prediction is that you may be nominated for Best Actress!"

"Thank you, Director Wu." Jiang Zhiyu thanked him gently, but his expression did not change much.

As a well-known director in the Chinese film industry, Wu Zhi would naturally know some inside information in advance.

Apart from "The Legend of Zu", there are no other particularly outstanding films in China this year.

It is not surprising that "Special Color" is far ahead of the rest and has won all the awards, including the Huafei Award and the Huaran Award.

And she was only nominated for Best Actress.

In addition to works and achievements, the title of Best Actress also needs to take qualifications into consideration.

Therefore, she, who is only 20 years old this year, has a high probability of not winning the Best Actress award.

However, Jiang Zhiyu didn't care much about it.