Avoid detours, start by running a nursing home.

"First aid services mainly include airway obstruction, emergency treatment of external injuries, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, artificial respiration, and emergency treatment of fractures..."

In an empty room, Li Xiaoyun looked at Zhang Yang with a serious expression: "Today we'll start with the most dangerous and common procedure for the elderly: cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

"Um, CPR refers to helping the heartbeat return to normal through chest compressions, right?"

After hearing this, Zhang Yang quickly raised his hand, made a few gestures, and asked a question.

"Yes, that's right."

"So...learning this so soon? Isn't it a bit too difficult?"

Zhang Yang rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, he had never even held a girl's hand before, so learning this seemed a bit beyond his level.

"How about we change the airway obstruction or something? I do know a little about that Heimlich maneuver."

"Isn't it precisely because you don't understand that you need to learn? If you already know everything, why would you still need to learn?" Li Xiaoyun looked at him strangely upon hearing this.

"Alright then." Zhang Yang was speechless for a moment after hearing what she said.

Yes! This is about learning knowledge to save lives! Medical skills don't discriminate based on gender!

Just as he was righteously encouraging himself, Li Xiaoyun walked to the bedside and waved to him.

"The dean's side..."

"Ah? It's here!"

"Now, let's imagine this blanket as an old man who suddenly turns pale and collapses to the ground. So, Director, what's the first thing you want to do?"

"I..." Zhang Yang looked at the bulging quilt on the bed. This seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

"Immediate first aid?" He quickly shook his head and asked tentatively.

"No!" Li Xiaoyun shook her head: "We need to call 120 first, then assess the scene to ensure that the rescue process is not interfered with by other factors."

"Next, immediately confirm whether the other person is still conscious and responsive, and quickly check their heartbeat and breathing..."

As she spoke, Li Xiaoyun carefully explained the key points to Zhang Yang and instructed him to touch his own carotid artery and other locations with his hands.

"The last step is cardiopulmonary resuscitation..."

As she spoke, Li Xiaoyun pointed to the quilt and told Zhang Yang to take off his shoes and get into bed.

"A little lower..."

"Yes, right here, don't use your finger!"

Li Xiaoyun stood there, meticulously correcting his movements.

"Place your palms together, interlace your fingers, that's right, use the heel of your palm to press down, remember not to use the strength of your arms, use your whole body."

Zhang Yang knelt on the bed, listening to Li Xiaoyun's explanation while looking at the text in front of him...

First Aid (Basic)...

Zhang Yang chuckled. "Here comes the skill, doesn't it?"

"Is that so?" While thinking this, she slightly lifted her hips, then used her upper body strength to press down with her arms...

Boom~

A crisp sound...

Zhang Yang was frozen in place, still a little dazed. What was that thing in the blanket? And why was it so hard?

He lowered his head, reached into the blanket, and pulled out a piece of plywood that had been crushed in two.

"Yes, that old man should have had a chance of survival before."

Li Xiaoyun stared blankly at the wooden plank in Zhang Yang's hand: "But now... it's gone."

Zhang Yang, kneeling on the bed, turned pale as he listened. What did he mean by "now gone"? Did that mean he was the murderer?

When he turned his head again and saw the words "suppressing laughter" above the little girl's head, he felt even more frustrated.

"I think it's because this plank is too brittle!" Admitting it was impossible, so he could only stubbornly stick to his guns.

"Of course not, you used full force just now. When you press down, you must pay attention to the other person's reaction and the feeling of contact!"

Li Xiaoyun looked at him seriously: "The other person could be a child whose bones have not yet fully developed, or an elderly person with osteoporosis."

"Different people will definitely need different pressure levels, and this all needs to be adjusted on-site according to the actual situation."

"If you just recklessly pressed it down like that, there's a high chance something bad will happen!"

"Uh, then I'll just press it lighter, won't that work?" Zhang Yang scratched his head and asked.

"Insufficient pressure is not enough to stimulate heart rate recovery..."

"Okay, I'll try again..."

"Keep it up! Control the pressure this time, try pressing it thirty times in a row..."

"Thirty times?"

"Yes, for CPR, do one round of thirty respirations followed by artificial respiration."

"From now on, maintain a rhythm of 100-120 times per minute..."

"1~2……"

"Too slow!"

"Don't bend your arm!"

And so, about an hour passed...

"I can't take it anymore~"

Zhang Yang shouted, then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

Goodness, after an hour of massage, my arms felt sore and swollen, and I could barely lift them.

"Okay, that's about it for CPR. Next time I'll teach you how to bandage external injuries..."

Li Xiaoyun watched as Zhang Yang nodded with an air of maturity, then turned and left with her hands behind her back.

Hehe, I used to teach Sister Xia and Sister Ling, but I never expected to teach the dean today...

It's kind of funny that it's a bit silly...

Looking at Li Xiaoyun's walking posture, which resembled that of an old cadre, and then at the words "jubilant mood" above her head...

Zhang Yang was also somewhat dumbfounded.

This young lady certainly knows how to put on airs.

Looking at his favorability rating of 55, he was immediately in a great mood. At this rate, he figured he should be able to get a mission tomorrow.

Then I'll get another 5000 yuan.

After sitting there grinning foolishly for a while, Zhang Yang returned to his office, grabbed his phone, and went downstairs to the kitchen.

If you can't practice sewing for now, then practice your knife skills more.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the kitchen, he was about to grab a cleaver to chop vegetables when Chef Xu stopped him.

"Young Dean, you really haven't studied cooking?"

The old lady looked at him with a smile and asked a question.

"No, no..." Zhang Yang quickly denied it.

"Hehe..." The old lady laughed upon hearing this, "Then Dean, your learning ability is quite impressive."

As she spoke, she pointed to an iron wok on the stove: "The kitchen isn't busy today, so why don't you learn how to cook with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young apprentices who had come to help in the kitchen looked up in surprise.

The old lady is going to personally teach people how to cook?

The way the group looked at Zhang Yang was one of pure envy, jealousy, and hatred.

What level is Grandma Xu at?

If you can just glance at them a couple of times and offer a few words of guidance occasionally, they'll be happy for days.

Now he's personally instructing people on how to cook; how could they not be envious?

"Oh!" Zhang Yang was quite excited upon hearing this. Could it be that he had just learned knife skills yesterday and was going to learn cooking skills today?

Thinking of this, he quickly walked to the stove, but when he looked down at the wok, he began to have some trouble.

It didn't have the long handle like the ones at home; it only had two handles, and instead of a spatula, it had a frying spoon inside...

"First, stir-fry some vegetables so this old lady can see your cooking skills."

The old lady said something with a smile behind him.

She deliberately tested Zhang Yang today.

If you know it, you know it; if you don't, you don't. The old folks hate it when people lie.

"Okay..." Zhang Yang quickly agreed when he heard the old lady say that.

All I could do was try to recall the food videos I had watched before and start making the dishes.

No handle, no leverage? It looks like those chefs were holding it with a rag?

I picked up a dishcloth and tried putting it on, it seemed okay. I then tried pushing the spatula a couple more times, and hmm, it's about right...

I asked about the location of the seasonings and the cooking method: pour in the oil, start the fire, and stir-fry the greens after the oil is hot...

Then add salt and sugar, and finally turn off the heat, add MSG, stir-fry a couple of times, and it's ready to serve...

The old lady stood behind Zhang Yang, watching him cook, her brows gradually furrowing.

Does he really not know anything?