The greatest fear is that the foreign object is stuck to the airway wall and can't be expelled.
Cao Yong's forehead was dotted with sweat, and anxiety was evident between his brows.
Time ticked by second by second. In emergencies, time is of the essence, and every emergency action is a race against the Death God.
Five abdominal thrusts had no effect.
"Senior brother, put him on the ground," Xie Wanying suggested, seeing that this wasn't working.
Cao Yong nodded.
Together, they laid the child flat on the hospital's hard tiles, probing the child's breathing situation.
The airflow at the child's nose and mouth was very low. They feared the child might suffocate at any moment. Cao Yong's fingers pressed under the child's sternum, compressing the child's lungs, trying to induce an artificial cough—this was the chest thrust method.
