Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1907 - 1701: All Humans and Dogs, Do Not Imitate!
"He really fainted!"
The body was all limp, it’s impossible for this kid to fake it!
But from when they saw He Tuo jump into the pond to the dog bringing them up, it took just over a minute at most.
In the meantime, He Tuo had even swum a bit on his own, even if he was drowning, it shouldn’t have happened so fast, right?
He Kuang didn’t believe it: "Let him faint if he wants, we can wake him up when we get back."
The couple didn’t even hold the child, they numbly turned around and got back in the car.
Lun Chuan: ...
"Let’s go to the hospital," he decided. "He’s really passed out—I’ll ask Doctor Guo what to do, you try giving him artificial respiration!"
...
He Tuo woke up.
He had been dragged back, now lying on the bed in the guesthouse, his legs were swollen and painful.
There were no adults in the room—huh, his parents weren’t hitting him? And let him sleep a fragrant deep sleep?
He secretly rejoiced in his heart.
But his stomach was so hungry, so hungry!
He had to get off the bed, trembling and hesitating, quietly opened the door.
Downstairs, He Kuang watched the phone monitoring in the room and asked Lun Chuan again: "Is Little Ten alright?"
"Alright!" Song Tan chimed in—this chaotic night, she finally realized the unpredictability of human children.
Early in the morning, they made a trip to the urban area, and along the way, there was artificial respiration, CPR, everyone was sweating, various hospital checks...
In the end, the doctor said: "All the data is quite good, the breathing is stable, it seems like he just fell asleep from exhaustion."
Probably there was a little choking on water, but not much.
Maybe it was a momentary breath obstruction, and the child was tired enough that he just fell asleep...
Listening to Lun Chuan describe what happened, at that moment He Kuang’s face was ashen, and his wife’s face flushed instantly, he even wanted to advise them to have an ECG and check their blood pressure first.
In short, it was terrifying!
It’s a wonder that He Tuo can grow up safely and He Kuang’s family is still healthy, it’s really a blessing.
At this moment, she was decisive, determined to contribute to the couple’s parenting career: "Little Ten can do it! Right, Little Ten? Do it well, and I’ll get you a big rib later!"
"Woof!" Little Ten barked softly.
Seeing Song Tan "shush" him, he quickly and obediently jumped into the pit in front of him, lay on his side in an upside-down sleeping dog position, and remained still.
Song Tan looked, then stuffed the oxygen tube and an oxygen tank she temporarily bought from Doctor Xiaoguo under its mouth:
"Hold it yourself."
She didn’t really know if it would work, but just doing it for show, certainly couldn’t wrong her Baobao for the sake of someone else’s child.
He Kuang’s wife hesitated: "Is it okay to bury him like this?"
The compression of the soil on the chest is very dangerous.
"It’s okay!"
Song Tan said from the side, "This pit is very shallow."
It really was shallow; Little Ten’s body was less than ten centimeters from the ground, purely taking advantage of He Tuo’s inexperience.
Most importantly, the reason for choosing the backyard was because Lun Chuan modified the soil here with lots of peat soil while planting flowers.
Strictly speaking, this horticultural material is not soil; the weight of a cubic meter of ordinary soil is about two or three thousand pounds.
While peat soil, of the same volume, weighs less than 500 pounds.
Now using a small amount and loosely covering it in a layer, Little Ten could climb out by himself.
"They’re coming down, they’re coming down!"
Lun Jing sent the message over.
Everyone’s expression tightened, faces serious, quickly covering the loose peat soil over it with a shovel.
Little Eleven remained motionless, allowing the loose peat soil to cover most of its body.
At this time, He Tuo carefully approached, saw his parents, thought of his plan to run away, and felt a bit scared again.
Seeing they didn’t scold him, he became bolder:
"Mom, I’m hungry..."
He Kuang’s wife turned around, eyes red, tears silently falling—
Oh no!
The smoke bomb Doctor Xiaoguo gave, which was used to fumigate insects before, was just too smokey!
Fortunately, the summer wind was strong now, and the smoke quickly dispersed, but everyone was still teary-eyed.
So, He Tuo saw his mom, sometimes gentle, sometimes especially strict, with tears in her eyes, forcing a smile:
"Hungry, huh? Wait a bit, let mom bury Little Ten, then I’ll take you to eat..."
He Tuo stood there, confused: ... Bury, who?
