"I'm fine, really, no problem at all."

In the bedroom on the second floor, when Secret Service Orwell insisted that he go to the hospital quickly, Bush said: "At most, two people just give me a simple checkup. Do you want me to be filmed again by the news? Is it hospitalized because of a heart disease?"

Therefore, the Naval Observatory No. 1, which is not exclusively for the Vice President's residence, was specially renovated because the manor was specially renovated and had complete security facilities. The situation in the restaurant was not only recorded directly by cameras in the corner, but also immediately notified to the entire Secret Service department. At this time, the president's condolence phone number had been hung up, but the crowd in the bedroom still did not disperse.

"Miss Alice, I must confirm with you again."

At the same time, in a corner of this spacious bedroom, a very serious secret agent was asking Alice: "What principle did you rely on when you hit the Vice President in the chest with great force and successfully recovered from his cardiac arrest?"

"I'll repeat it to you again, putting pressure on the heart."

After being asked three times within half an hour, Alice's answer was as patient as possible: "This is the same principle as a pacemaker, or it is similar. It stimulates the myocardium touched by the electrode through the pulse generator, causing the heart to be excited and contracted. I rely on my fist, yes, rely on my fist."

Alice raised her small fist seriously and said with a depressed look on her face: "It can instantly apply a certain number of force to the heart part, which can also replace the pacemaker to a certain extent. It is just that the operation is very complicated and it is also extremely painful for the patient. But I have said it twice. In that kind of emergency, all the means to save people are treasures!"

Because of this explanation, I asked three times but it was not too much...

The young man from the Secret Service was obviously answered with great slight answer: "Miss Alice, I'm not kidding, please stop making trouble, okay? There is only one Bruce Lee in the world, I know how to be kung fu, you can't have such exaggerated skills!"

Alice looked indifferent and pointed her fingers: "The profoundness of Chinese martial arts is not something you can understand by just learning to capture Sanda. Do you know what internal strength is? Do you know what internal strength is? Have you heard of the unique martial arts skills? Don't you know? You know what it means to be a fool~"

I really don't understand. Three or four distinct Chinese lines made this young man from the Secret Service who had just turned 24 years old completely stunned.

"Gellert, don't make things difficult for anyone."

When Bush finally took time out of the crowd and pushed away the doctor who had been blocking the bed, he said to Alice: "Give the child a sigh of relief, come, Alice, come here."

Of course, Barbara and Bush Jr. were always by their father's side. At this time, they both looked at Alice with bright eyes and smiled gratefully. The latter first rolled his eyes at the Secret Service bodyguard, then hugged his arms with both hands, and walked to the bed with great pride.

"Hey, old man, these guys around you are not very polite."

More than one person laughed softly. After an hour and a half of rest, Bush's face had returned to rosy and his complexion had improved a lot. At this time, he started a little on the bed and smiled at Alice: "You have to understand, child, after all, the effect at that time was too amazing. Yes, the effect in various senses was amazing, but you beat me up so much."

Speaking of this, Bush did not forget to touch his heart. A slap was just a slap with a palm instead of a fist. The strength was as if he was directly bombarding his heart with a heavy iron cone. Until now, he could not forget the severe pain like a heart-shaking one.

Well, the pain during cardiac arrest and the severe pain caused by Alice's slap were enough to make him sweat.

"So, can you give us a minute?"

With the Vice President's clear order, the bodyguards and doctors did not stop any longer. When Orwell was the last one to walk out the door, Bush did not forget to say: "Orwell, just be on guard at the door and let everyone go downstairs and stay!"

Orwell nodded: "Yes, Your Excellency."

The door was closed, and after a long hustle and bustle, the private bedroom finally fell into a rare silence. Barbara breathed a sigh of relief, while Bush Jr. wiped his cold sweat while whispering: "Fortunately, I didn't let the children come over, and fortunately, I didn't let the children come over..."

Bush, Sr. coughed twice, then solemnly said to Alice: "Child, first of all, I must say thank you to you. Although I don't know what kind of kung fu you are, you saved my life, there is no doubt."

Barbara nodded and said, "Yes, those secret service idiots, and CPR? That's what you do for patients who are already unconscious, right? No, it seems that you can do it to awake people? Son, can you tell me?"

As if there were signs of off-topic, Alice spoke modestly: "I just learned some basic martial arts and understood some basic medical theories. This is the first time I used the magic of palm to save people. I didn't expect to succeed."

When she said this, her white and tender face showed no sign of redness.

"Zhang...show? Is this its name?"

"Palm and fairy tactics, okay, those old antique martial arts books with yellowed paper leaves, you can't recognize them even if you say it."

Bush slowly breathed a long breath, and after a while of silence, he slowly said, "Today... is really lively."

I thought it was just a lunch and endless business talks afterwards, who would have thought that a serious cardiac arrest happened coincidentally when the Vice President of the United States of America met guests in private?

First of all, according to Bush Sr., when he suddenly suffered from a heart problem a week ago, although there were frequent attacks, he never had such a serious illness.

Of course, in just one week, he was unable to move in the office for a long time and had to wait for dozens of seconds before he could recover. This is actually a very serious phenomenon. However, like when he was just eating, he was almost killed on the spot. This week is the first case.

In short, according to the doctor who came to the door for consultation, Vice President, you, please go to the hospital for a good check-up. Don’t care about the media anymore. Life is important.

So at this moment, when Alice suddenly revealed how she rescued Bush from the old man, what happened in this bedroom was naturally impossible to be about sleeping in the underage girl overnight.

"I'm actually quite interested in medicine. You know, there is a very large bookcase in my bedroom, which contains several medical books... Yes, there is a heart disease. I also know about authentic CPR. But, most parents have not kissed Lan Haizhi yet, so how can they give you artificial respiration?"

"Popularizing the magic of palming? This is impossible, it is really impossible. This involves learning Chinese martial arts since childhood. And it also requires the use of internal energy... What is internal energy? It is a kind of biological energy cultivated by Chinese people and stored in the body. Uh... do you want to see it?"

Facing the Bush family's extremely anticipated gaze, Alice showed a helpless smile.

Bush Jr. immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you force yourself. I know you will be very tired with that technique. If you are discouraged..."

"Internal strength, the magic of palming is hard, but simply exerting internal strength is nothing. I just don't know... Okay, it's all right to perform like this all at once."

The train was running in his mouth every moment. Alice looked left and right, staring at the bedside table that was not a family portrait.

Then, she stretched out a snow-white and slender finger and gently tapped it directly above the frame.

Then, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her free hand made a posture that all Chinese people knew about using their skills.

By the way, she closed her eyes.

Then, there is the moment of witnessing the miracle.

The photo frame was lifted up.

Relying on one finger to point it above the wooden frame, but the contact area of ​​only one square centimeter, the wooden photo frame weighing hundreds of grams, along with the glass on its surface and the photos inside, was gently lifted as a whole.

The room was silent, and the Bush family in front of the bed watched Alice's actions with a look that seemed to witness a miracle.

"This is...it's impossible..."

"Chinese Kung Fu? Chinese Kung Fu can also be so magical!?"

"O God!"

The little girl with her eyes closed slowly raised one of her arms. Her slender fingers seemed to be applied with some powerful glue - and everyone knew not - just relying on the contact surface as big as a small nail and the friction that could not be formed in principle, she lifted up a whole wooden photo frame.

Bush was stunned, but Bush Jr. was the same. Barbara looked at Alice more like looking at a living angel. Of course, of course, this was just due to cultural customs, so when Alice put the photo frame back into its original position, Barbara came to her senses.

It’s not an angel, it’s a mysterious Chinese Kung Fu, but it’s also a little angel who saved her husband.

After a long period of silence, when Alice opened her eyes again and breathed a sigh of relief, the Bush family was still silent.

Alice was not in a hurry, so she found a cup and drank a sip of water.

The purpose has been achieved.

Just imagine, when Alice, the then Vice President of the United States, Bush, the 41st President of the United States, and the future 43rd President of the United States, first saved me, and then showed medical ninjutsu. Cough, what kind of benefits can she get after showing off her "Chinese Kung Fu"?

Slowly drinking the glass of water and watching the family gradually come to their senses, Alice shook her head, as if accompanied by some music.
Chapter completed!