Chapter 197 The front edge
"what?"

"A year ago, I participated in an outdoor activity organized by the Chamber of Commerce in Moshan. I have had epilepsy since I was a child, but it has been well controlled and I don't get epilepsy often. There were many flashes on me at the event that day, and I hadn't slept for 24 hours because of work before that, which caused a sudden attack. The organizers of the Chamber of Commerce were inexperienced at the time, and they didn't have a team doctor or an AED. It was you who performed CPR on me for 40 minutes until the ambulance arrived on the mountain."

Qiao Suisui was stunned for a long time, and recalled for a long time before she had some impression. First, it was a long time ago, and second, she didn't take it seriously at all. She appeared at that event that day to do a part-time job with an hourly wage of 50 yuan, serving tea and cleaning the venue. In the end, because of an accident at the event, the organizer refused to pay them.

It was a scorching day, and she picked up other people's empty mineral water bottles one by one under the scorching sun. She did odd jobs for 8 hours and was ordered around, but in the end she didn't get a penny. To be honest, any one thing on that day was more memorable to her than saving Guan Weizhi.

"I see. But I think anyone with first aid experience would come forward at that time. Teacher Guan, you don't have to worry too much."

"Do you have any first aid experience?"

Qiao Suisui smiled a little embarrassedly, "No, I learned it, but I never used it afterwards. In fact, that day was my first time to give first aid, and I'm glad I could help."

What does it mean to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation for 40 minutes continuously?
You should know that performing CPR for 10 minutes is already a very physically demanding task, and 40 minutes usually requires multiple rescuers to take turns to ensure the quality and frequency of the compressions.

But Qiao Susu remained silent and kept repeating the standard first aid steps without giving up.

Guan Weizhi lost consciousness at the time, and when he woke up he only knew that a student had saved him. In order to express his gratitude, the Guan family spent a lot of time to find Qiao Suisui and found out her school. The Guan family had strict family education and was particular about doing things, so they did not just send a secretary to give money to Qiao Suisui to express their gratitude. Guan's father specifically instructed Guan Weizhi to thank the family in person after he was discharged from the hospital, and to understand the family's needs and help them if he could.

It was a rainy day. Guan Weizi was sitting in the back seat of a Maybach and saw through the car window the girl running out with a school uniform on her head.

Her figure was thin and slender. The hem of her navy blue school uniform skirt just reached her knees, revealing her slender white calves. She wore a white shirt tucked into her skirt. The white shirt had been soaked by the rain and was sticking to her thin back, revealing traces of her light pink underwear.

The wet white shirt wrapped around her slender chest line, and her long ponytail swept across Guan Wei's heart as she jumped over the puddles.

"Are you sure it's her?"

Hearing the question, the driver nodded and handed Guan Weizhi a document with both hands from the front driver's seat: "Yes, Mr. Guan asked someone to do a background check before coming here, and it's all here."

Guan Weizi took it but didn't look at it immediately. His eyes were fixed on Qiao Susu who was hiding from the rain under the corridor.

It was this thin and petite girl who performed CPR on him for 40 minutes and did not disdain his vomit when he was ill. If it were not for her, I would not be sitting here right now.

Guan Weizhi propped up his chin and looked out the window, saying, "Give her an umbrella."

"Yes."

He saw the driver walk over and hand over the umbrella. The girl looked at him timidly. Then, she didn't know what the driver said, and she looked towards the car.

The car windows were covered with film, so nothing could be seen from the outside. Even so, Guan Weizhi sat up straight unconsciously because of her gaze. Qiao Suisui sincerely thanked the driver. Her hair, wet by the rain, was still stuck between her neck and chin. Her snow-white skin was slightly red, and her deer-like eyes seemed to be on alert all the time. At this moment, she relaxed a little and smiled at the driver.

Just like that, the girl's smile passed through the rain-covered car window and left a mark on Guan Weizi's heart.

He read her information over and over again. Grandpa Guan and his brother both came to ask if he had thanked her properly, but he just perfunctorily answered them and did nothing.

Guan Weizhi occasionally drove to the road she had to take after school to see her from a distance. Later, he used some connections to replace her class with a head teacher with an excellent resume, and helped her father's company to get some high-quality projects. Knowing that her brother had excellent grades, he found an excuse to give him a bonus.
The driver, Lao Tang, was the person who spent the most time with Guan Weizhi. He was a little unsure of what this gentleman meant. Wouldn't it be better to thank him in person? Why was his boss so secretly grateful? And why not just express it all at once? Did he have to thank him in "installments"?

One day, Old Tang couldn't help it. Not far from the car was a large group of students leaving school. He looked in the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Guan, aren't you going to say hello to Miss Qiao today?"

Guan Weizhi, wearing a well-cut suit, sat in the back seat and looked out the window. He immediately saw the girl with a schoolbag walking out of the crowd. She had a unique youthful vibe.

"Yeah." He propped his chin up with his hand, his whole body and even his hair exuded nobility. "She is in her third year of high school now, which is a critical period. She can't be distracted."

After hearing this, Old Tang blinked his eyes.

Why, you get charmed by some little girl when you go out?
Old Tang muttered to himself, and saw Guan Weizi's angular face through the rearview mirror, and thought, okay, who made you look like this.

Guan Weizhi has never been a patient person. He is decisive at the negotiation table. He can only make others give in if he wants to make tens of millions of dollars. His motto is that if something can be solved with money and people, don't let him spend time on it.

But he waited for Qiao Susu for a whole year, and accompanied her through the first crucial turning point in her life without her knowledge.

He then spent another six months to get the company's internal operations into a stable period. Then he invested in her school and donated a theater directly to the Department of Drama and Literature. He also took a job there and started a life of receiving five insurances and one fund.

Guan Weizhi picked a subject with the lowest entry level, and then found a professional team to help him prepare lessons, lecture materials and PPTs, as well as deal with a series of content related to the major, without any mistakes.

Facing Qiao Susu, he became the most patient player, getting closer little by little, just to hit the most beautiful home run.

But maybe his intuition was too sensitive, he always felt that the fawn he was raising had suddenly turned into a mountain lion.

Her eyes were no longer filled with cowardice. She spoke with a firm gaze and a calm expression. The nervousness and discomfort she had felt every time she faced him before were gone, replaced by a sense of certainty and relaxation, as if she no longer cared about all the changes in the outside world. No matter how strong the wind blew, she remained unmoved.

This change was very sudden. He hadn't seen her for just over a week. What happened to her during this week?
"How is your father's company doing?" Guan Weizhi asked.

　If you don't like reading, then don't read, but don't try to dictate what I write. After all, you fall in love with the male characters I write, not the male characters you write. It's your freedom to choose, and it's my freedom to write. The old readers who follow me from Qie are all very calm, because they know that they can never guess the plot when reading my articles, and there is also a sense of security like long johns tucked into socks. What are you howling for? You are originally a np, embrace change, embrace handsome guys, OK? Type "get peach blossom luck" on the public screen! Those who feel sorry for men will suffer a great loss, every day is not enough for me to worry about, after work and typing, I have to give you military training, I give up! (Carl's tone)

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