"A child is dying out of breath!" I had just began my working day in the city, when these words came through the radio of the police car I was driving. I turned on the red lights and siren (警笛) and drove off as fast as I could, "Just my luck!" I thought. I did not know this city well and my first call of the day was a lifeanddeath sudden happening several kilometers away.
I got to the house. A mother, filled with fear, handed me her baby, her face already blue. Was I too late? Dear me!
I did what I had been taught to do in such a serious condition. A small thing flew out of the baby's mouth onto the floor. It was a button. Thank heaven! The holes in it let a little air through.
A doctor rushed into the room with an oxygen bag. The baby began to cry at the top of his voice, burned red and started to look for his mother. He was angry but was saved.
