Li Qiao was about to persuade, when in the corner of her eye, Li Jinhua fell to the ground with a thud.
Her body twitched and jerked.
Li Qiao cried out in alarm, startled. "Is she having a seizure?"
Upon closer inspection, she saw that Li Jinhua's mouth was full of sorghum flatbread and realized it wasn't a seizure. "Jin, she's choking. What should we do?"
"If she chokes to death, so be it!" Qin Jin said mercilessly.
Li Qiao: "...." Although she found Li Jinhua very annoying, she couldn't just stand by and watch her choke to death. "Jin, didn't you learn from the barefoot doctor? How should we save her? Tell me quick—Jin~~"
Qin Jin couldn't withstand her coquettish tone, as though his heart was melting, feeling an urge to hold her tight and cherish her. At this moment, if she wanted the moon, he would try to pluck it from the sky. "Fine, for your sake," he said, explaining the steps leisurely.
It was actually the Heimlich Manoeuvre.