1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 7 [Heimlich First Aid Method]

two months later.

With the return of Fengsheng's gruff father, Whistle's status has changed dramatically—from one of the only orphans to the only orphan.

But this didn't make Ma Shuo any more lonely. In fact, in order to stay away from his father, Fengsheng spent more time on combat training and getting along with his only peer, Ma Shuo.

With the increase of the time spent together, Fengsheng found that compared with the past, Ma Shuo seemed to be very smart and...humorous, and sometimes even penetrated his super high point of laughter.

This is normal. After all, Ma Shuo is a person in the Internet age. The jokes and jokes in his head are at least two orders of magnitude more than that of Indians, and an order of magnitude more when dealing with minors.

So the two became good friends.

Every time Ma Shao went out to collect ingredients, he would call Feng Sheng together.

He is happy to do this. A reasonable diet is very effective for children. In his opinion, this is buffing future teammates.

"Today is fishing, isn't it?"

"Yes."

The two prepared their fishing gear - spears, and headed to the nearby river.Of course, there are also self-defense weapons, bows and Kentucky rifles with horse whistles.

The Mianxiong clan eats less fish and shrimp, but they still have some fishing techniques, such as the common spear fishing technique of Indians, that is, the technique of using a spear to insert fish in shallow water.

After two months of practice, the two have mastered this technique, and the efficiency is not bad.

The harvest was good today, and after a while of busy work, they returned to the camp with several river fish totaling nearly [-] kilograms.Of course, two children can't eat so many fish. They usually make the excess fish into dried fish, just like beef jerky, for long-term preservation.

Walking on the road, the horse whistle whistled to the tune of "Moon Boat". He didn't know what happened recently, but he began to have a soft spot for this nursery rhyme.

Horse Whistle's family talent is indeed very strong, just like his father, his whistle is also very loud and clear, it can basically be regarded as a musical instrument, and he can play it well.

Fengsheng tried to imitate it at the beginning, but now it has given up. Listening to the song with peace of mind, and enjoying the Walkman experience more than 100 years in advance.

Looking for someone to borrow a fire, they began to cook the fish.

"Son, are you cooking fish? Come on, put some more bison meat!" He said loudly and ran over, and poured a pile of bison jerky into the stone pot without any explanation, splashing the soup.

Not to mention the rumors of this move, even the horse whistle couldn't help frowning.

"Can you keep your voice down?" Feng Sheng said.

"Ah, is that too loud? How quiet do you want me to be?" He said loudly, eyes wide open, and the birds in the sky looked down to observe, but the clansmen had already seen it.

"..." Feng Sheng took a deep breath, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were distracted.

He was clearly pissed off.But he was not angry by his father, but by himself. He was angry with himself and said, "Can you keep your voice down?"

He clearly knew that this sentence could only be exchanged for "this is also considered loud", but he still couldn't hold back, he felt that he was a waste.

The horse sentry saw all this in his eyes.

It has to be said that the personality and habits of speaking loudly are more like a child than Fengsheng. It is no wonder that Fengsheng doesn't want to be with his father and avoids it if he can.

He said loudly and didn't change it, or he couldn't change it at all. He just clumsily approached his son with various reasons, thinking that this would save the relationship between father and son, but the result was just the opposite.

The wind has no choice but to keep silent as much as possible. Persuading, crying, and getting angry will only waste energy.Because of his father, his entire childhood was an exercise in silence and patience.

"Son, tell you a story, do you know why the rabbit likes its tail?" He said loudly as if he remembered some interesting story.

"..." Feng Sheng bowed his head and remained silent.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, of course it only permeated between the whistle and the wind, and I didn't realize it when I said it loudly.

Fortunately, at this moment, panicked shouts suddenly came from a tent: "Help! Help my brother!"

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

The clansmen rushed over after hearing the news, and of course the horse whistle, the wind and the loud voice also rushed over.

When they arrived, they saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old long-haired boy lying on the ground outside the tent. He was covering his neck with his hands, his face was flushed, his eyes were rolling, and he was about to lose consciousness.

"What happened to the messy hair?" Shaman Shi Ya asked.

The messy-haired brother looked anxious: "He... he choked."

Choked.

Although this may sound like a small problem, in fact, it is not uncommon for people to choke to death after eating for a long time.

Even in later generations, the death caused by choking to human beings is similar to that of traffic accidents.

The Indian shaman is also a doctor, but in fact he is at most an amateur psychiatrist. There are very few things that can really be regarded as medical skills, and most of them are concentrated in the field of trauma, and they are helpless.

So soon Shi Ya put his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Bless the Great Spirit, bless the Great Spirit..."

"Bless the Great Spirit, bless the Great Spirit..." The clansmen also began to pray one after another.

"Get out of the way!" The horse whistle didn't squeeze in for a long time, and suddenly became a little anxious, and then squeezed and shouted, and finally squeezed in from the crowd.

He couldn't help but say that rushing forward was a Heimlich first aid method.

The horse whistle asked others to help Luanfa from the side, and at the same time he stood behind Luanfa, and made a fist with his left hand from behind, so that the tiger's mouth was facing his upper abdomen, and then held his left fist with his right hand, and moved quickly and rhythmically Belly pounding.

He is still young, so he needs someone to help him, and at the same time he has to exert a lot of strength.

"What is the little whistle doing?"

"Needless to say, you can see that he is pushing up and down behind his messy hair... he is obviously dancing!" Said loudly.

jump your mother!
Hearing this sentence, Ma Shao couldn't help cursing in his heart, saving people can be regarded as dancing.

However, this is not too outrageous. In the eyes of many Indians, dancing is indeed a cure.

After ten seconds.

He spit out a piece of beef in a "wow" with messy hair, and was supported by someone. He was gasping for breath while staring at gold stars, and he didn't slow down for a long time.

"The messy hair is saved!"

"It's incredible how this is done!"

"The little whistle must have been inspired by the Great Spirit!"

Seeing that the person had been saved, Ma Shao also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to explain Heimlich's first aid method in a materialistic language that the tribe could understand.

"Shock his stomach, and of course the gas in his stomach can push things out." Horse Whistle explained as plainly as possible, while demonstrating the movement again.

The movement is very simple, and people will know it once they learn it.

But there are still many people who believe that this is the revelation of the Great Spirit—the so-called Great Spirit can be understood as the God of some Indians, but it is more abstract, a bit similar to the concept of "holy light", which is a relatively primitive and hazy faith.

It doesn't matter if the clansmen think so, and the shaman Shiya also thinks so.

He first recovered from his surprise, and then pondered for a while: "Little whistle...you come with me."

(End of this chapter)