It was clear Dr. Xie’s thought aligned perfectly with his plan. Given that she had been protecting the baby through the uterus during labor, she should be the most aware of the baby’s condition. Song Xueling decisively gave way for her, saying, "All right."

Xie Wanying stepped up. This time she needed to adjust her two hands for the CPR. She moved her left hand slightly to the left, making the baby’s body tilt at a small angle to the right, while the fingers of her other hand continued pressing down the sternum as per the original method.

Working with her, Song Xueling moved away the breathing mask covering the baby’s mouth and nose, gently prying open the baby’s small mouth with his fingers.

Xie Wanying called to the two students beside her, "Bring the smallest suction tube and syringe over here."

Finally, it was their chance to take action. Lin Hao and Li Qi’an rushed into the nearest room to search. These two items were relatively easy to find. It wasn’t long before they brought them over.

Lin Hao donned gloves, helping Song Xueling maintain the baby’s mouth open.

Li Qi’an stood beside, ready to hand over any items to the group whenever needed.

Holding one end of the suction tube, Song Xueling visually measured if the diameter of the tube was appropriate, then connected the other end to a syringe.

Due to the thinness of the tube, fingertip handling was required during operation. Song Xueling’s gloved hand was again drenched in sweat, and his forehead was sweating anew. Tonight, his nerves were stretched to the limit and were about to snap.

Snap, Li Qi’an turned on the medical flashlight he always carries, illuminating the inside of the child’s mouth for him.

"Move your finger opening the mouth a bit to the left. The other one, with the flashlight, move it up, shining down." Song Xueling directed the two assisting him; they lacked Dr. Xie’s capabilities. If it was Dr. Xie, she would have handled it without needing any instruction.

Lin Hao and Li Qi’an might dislike his personality, but at this moment, they knew they had no choice but to comply, following his gestures.

Finally, everything was in position.

Song Xueling made a forward motion, and the suction tube’s tip went deep into the baby’s mouth.

To the greatest extent possible, it was necessary to closely approach the baby’s trachea; only then there was a chance to suction out the blockage. Without a laryngoscope, this operation akin to blind tracheal intubation was simply unimaginable.

Lin Hao and Li Qi’an were tense, barely daring to exhale. They understood this operation was challenging even for Song Xueling, whom the teachers praised as a genius.

Probing to a certain depth, the hand with the suction tube stopped, and Song Xueling asked, "Dr. Xie, do you think this angle is correct?"

It appeared that the Beidu Great Talented Scholar also lacked complete confidence and needed to consult someone.

Li Qi’an clutched the fabric near his heart, checking with Student Xie.

Student Xie was indeed different, never as tense as them. Apart from sweat, her eyes remained calm.

"I think your angle is correct, Dr. Song," Xie Wanying replied.

Song Xueling pondered her words, offering a suggestion, "Personally, I think it might not go in."

"I understand your concern, Dr. Song. The worst of blind insertion is that we might see the epiglottis but not clearly visualize the vocal cords. We can only rely on touch," Xie Wanying said, "Don’t worry, we will cooperate with you."

Lin Hao and Li Qi’an exchanged glances: At this moment, Student Xie’s words were like a boss or a teacher, supporting the students.

If anyone else said this, Song Xueling would certainly doubt it a bit. But Dr. Xie was different; she had previously teamed up with him.