father - home

The pool is calm.The ice cubes in the water have all but disappeared.Walter dutifully brought in ice just in time to make up for it.

Zhaoya calmed down, no longer trembling, his skin changed from red to white, gradually covered with a layer of dark gray, which is the color of death.

Zhao has been in the water for more than 4 hours, and has no response to my call.

I can't feel his pulse, I can't feel his breathing, I can't wake him up.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I took off my coat and kicked off my leather boots three times.

"What are you doing?" Ernst grabbed my arm, loudly this time.There was even an echo in the silent night sky.

The five hours have not yet come; Zhao clenched his teeth, he couldn't measure his body temperature, and he couldn't measure his rectal temperature even in the water. It was already 29.0°C under his armpit. Although it wasn't accurate, I knew that this was already the limit. It's over, Zhao can't hold on for long.I couldn't think of anything else, "I can't let him die like this, I can't lose him." I threw Ernst off and jumped into the icy water.

"Zhao, wake up, I know you haven't slept. We agreed, you must not sleep. Even if you can't move, you have to think about something... Zhao, I know you are awake, you can hear me. I'm going to take you out now... It will be over soon, but don't relax, everything has just begun, we agreed, work hard together, if you don't give up, I won't give up, I will definitely pull you back of."

I murmured something to Zhao and looked up at the professor.I don't know why I want to watch him.I've made up my mind and don't care what he thinks.The professor was in poor spirits, his thin body was completely retracted into his coat, his face was disheveled, and he was not as excited as I imagined.Probably because I was too tired. It was already past one o'clock in the morning. The professor came from Berlin and hadn't rested yet after getting off the train.It may also be because of my attitude: I was eager to end the experiment when two indicators—time and temperature—were not met.Anyway, the professor wisely didn't stop me.

I said to Ernst: "Get ready!" and gently lifted Zhao's body.

In the water, with the help of buoyancy, it is not difficult to lift it up, but once it leaves the water, my strength alone cannot support my stiff body.Ernst was ready by the pool, holding Akira's head and shoulders with his hands.My hands were under Akira's lower back and hips, because my legs were unsupported and the boots were filled with water, which was very heavy.So when we got Zhao's upper body out of the water, his whole body just slid down.

"Walter! Go help!" the professor called.

Walter immediately knelt by the pool and supported Zhao's legs.

"Easy!" I yelled reflexively. "Come on! One, two, three, get up!" We worked together to lift Zhao Tuo out of the pool and lay it flat on the ground.

I jumped out of the pool and didn't have time to change into the dripping clothes. The key now is "fast" and "light".I don't feel cold, just now when I touched Zhao's body, it was like a block of ice, that's called cold.

I unzipped the bomber jacket, and Ernst used the tailor's scissors he had brought from the sewing team to cut the sleeves and then the front of the jacket.If Zhao's body and clothes were still relatively soft, maybe there would be no need to cut them, but not now.The jacket is made of leather, so it is not easy to cut. I trained with Ernst for this. I cut a good flight jacket into strips. The tiger’s mouth was still red for several days, and the palms were blistered. It's all cocooned.Walter cut the trousers.But there is no way to take off the leather boots for a while.Ernst was so kind, I can't thank him enough.When I wiped Zhao, he also cut off the leather boots and took them off.Otherwise, over time, Zhao's feet would definitely fester and become necrotic.

I quickly dried Zhao's body with a dry bath towel (heated to 35.0°C in an oven in advance).

A stretcher has been prepared next to it, with a quilt on it.I straddle Zhao's waist, as before, I raised my hips, Ernst raised his head, Walter raised his feet, and I shouted: "Come on! One, two, three, up!" We pushed Zhao up at the same time stretcher, and then wrapped him in a quilt.

I pressed on the side of Zhao's neck.

"How is it? Can you touch it?" Ernst asked eagerly as he handed me a hot water bottle wrapped in a towel.

I shook my head, and carefully placed the hot water bottle on Zhao's armpits and groin.

"I come!"

At a glance, Walter was already kneeling beside Zhao's stretcher, pressing his hands on Zhao's chest.

I broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and yelled in horror: "What are you doing!" At the same time, I jumped up, grabbed Walter, and threw it back.

Walter's center of gravity was unstable, and he rolled over on his back.

"But... he's not breathing anymore?" Walter got up from the ground and argued angrily.

I ignored him at all, and quickly wrapped Zhao in a quilt.

It was Ernst who explained to him: "Haven't you already studied it, so you can't easily do heart massage? Have you forgotten?"

"But if CPR is not performed in time, he will not be saved. Who is responsible for this?"

"Me! I'll take the blame!" I yelled, as if venting the anger in my heart.You all have your reasons.You, Walter, in your haste to show off in front of the professor, even made fun of Zhao's life, but he...

"Let's go, Ernie!" Ernst and I lifted the stretcher one after the other, and ran to the hospital laboratory quickly and steadily.

I don't know if Zhao still has a heartbeat or breathing, I feel like I can feel the pulse, but it might just be an illusion.The reason why I insist that I can't do heart massage now is because I have made mistakes.For one subject, I couldn't feel the pulse at that time, so I performed heart massage.And at the same time I pressed it for the first time, Ernst called out: "Slow!" But it was too late...