Lucky Golden Dragon in the 80s: My Dad? I Switched Him for a Better One

The teacher took attendance, then led the whole class onto a bus. Their destination was Tiger Mountain Ridge on the outskirts of the city.

But how could this troop of little monkeys be so easy to manage?

The teacher had just finished warning them "No running around," when some kids were already secretly trading snacks on the bus.

After arriving at the campsite, the teacher repeatedly emphasized discipline, took attendance every half hour, and even arranged for two teaching assistants to patrol in shifts.

But some children still managed to sneak deep into the woods when no one was looking.

A few of them rummaged through the bushes and picked seven or eight brightly colored wild mushrooms.

Giggling, they brought them back to a corner of the camp, secretly set up a small pot, and cooked a soup.

By the time the teacher realized some students were missing, forty minutes had passed.

Her face instantly turned deathly pale, and she searched frantically everywhere.

Finally, on a grassy, overgrown slope, she saw the children.

They were all lying on the ground, their lips blue, their eyes shut tight.

"Oh my god! I found them! Someone, help! The school nurse! Call an ambulance, quickly! The kids are in bad shape!"

In the distance, a group of children who had been playing games were startled and stopped in their tracks.

"Why are all the kids lying on the ground?" someone shouted.

Shanshan was playing jump rope with other children some distance away.

Suddenly hearing the commotion, she snapped her head up and sprinted toward the source of the sound.

"Shanshan, slow down! Don’t fall!" the teacher shouted, seeing her running over from afar.

"Wait up!"

A few of her friends hurried after her.

The teacher chased after them, panting.

"Everyone, stop running! Stop! It’s dangerous!"

But the children, with their short, quick legs, paid her no mind.

The teacher gritted her teeth, suddenly sped up, and in a flash, grabbed all the children by their arms.

Shanshan had already rushed ahead and was crouching down to look at her friends’ faces.

The children’s faces were ashen, their lips purple.

She frowned and leaned in to smell them.

’Something smells wrong.’ It was a faint, bitter, and acrid odor.

’It’s the smell of poisonous mushrooms.’

She quickly scanned her surroundings, her gaze landing on a small, still-smoldering pile of charcoal nearby.

There were also some leftover mushroom scraps on the ground.

Her heart sank. ’I understand everything now.’

’These kids snuck off while the teacher wasn’t looking, picked wild mushrooms, and started a fire to cook and eat them.’

"Teacher!"

She immediately looked up.

"They’ve been poisoned by mushrooms! They just ate them, so the poison hasn’t fully taken effect. We can still save them! We need to make them vomit now!"

"Make them drink a lot of water, then hug their stomachs tightly and press down hard! The harder, the better!"

The teacher, who had been at a complete loss, was stunned. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Huh? Right, right! But... but how? What should I do?"

Shanshan reached out, unbuckled the strap on the side of her own backpack, took off the small water bottle attached to it, and shoved it directly into the teacher’s hands.

Without further explanation, she began to demonstrate on the spot.

She wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach, tucked her elbows into her sides, and pressed inward forcefully, again and again.

"Like this, use force! Don’t be afraid of hurting them. A little pain now can save their lives! Once they vomit, the toxins will be expelled."

A little girl saw Shanshan’s actions and also began to seriously hug her stomach and press down hard.

The teacher gritted her teeth and followed her instructions.

The other teachers arrived one after another.

Seeing the scene, their expressions changed. Without asking any questions, they immediately jumped in to help.

Shanshan said no more. She stepped aside and quietly watched each child’s reaction.

Only when she saw the first child retch and vomit a mouthful of black liquid with a BLECH did she quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

The hospital had already been called, and an ambulance, sirens wailing, was speeding to the scene.

As soon as the ambulance stopped, doctors and nurses rushed out with stretchers at the ready, hurrying straight to the children.

"Fantastic! Your response was fast enough, and your timely treatment saved these kids!"

The doctor straightened up and wiped away his sweat.

"If you’d been half an hour later, the toxins would have entered their bloodstream, and it would have been a real disaster. They might have needed dialysis, or even..."

The teacher who had acted first blushed.

"It... it wasn’t me. Shanshan told me what to do."

"I was scared stiff and had no idea what to do. My mind went blank. She was the one who stepped up and calmly taught me..."

"Shanshan?"

The doctor paused, following her gaze.

He saw a little girl standing quietly at the edge of the crowd, still holding an empty water bottle.

"That’s the little girl?"

"She’s so young, how does she know about this?" someone couldn’t help but ask.

The little girl standing in front of the first-aid kit looked like she was only in the second grade.

"How does this child know all this? Have we taught first aid at our school?"

"I remember we touched on it a little in health class last month, but we didn’t go into this much detail."

"Maybe her parents taught her beforehand? But can a seven-year-old really remember so many steps?"

Shanshan’s homeroom teacher, Luo Jinjie, spoke up.

"Shanshan is from the Ling family, didn’t you know? Do you expect any less from someone raised by the Lings?"

Teacher Luo had always been fond of Shanshan.

Now that this had happened, she couldn’t help but defend her student’s reputation.

"Don’t be fooled by her age. The Ling family has strict discipline, and she’s been immersed in proper conduct since she was little. The Ling family’s patriarch was a military doctor, and they have three generations of doctors in the family. So you tell me, would she know about this or not?"

"Oh, that’s right! She said she’s seen this kind of thing at home," another teacher suddenly exclaimed, slapping his forehead.

"Last week during cleanup, she was helping organize the book corner and saw a home first-aid manual. She even asked if she could borrow it. I laughed at her at the time and asked, ’Why would a little kid like you want to read that?’ She said her dad told her, ’It’s never wrong to learn more.’"

"Haha, seen it at home? I bet her dad took her to a military camp to broaden her horizons," another person joked.

After all, being able to step up in such a critical moment wasn’t something you could do just by memorizing a book.

In fact, just ten minutes earlier, a third-grader named Shunshun had scraped his forehead while chasing his friends on the playground.

At the critical moment, it was Shanshan who stepped out from the crowd.

"Let me, I’ve learned how."

An incident that nearly became a major disaster was thus easily handled by a seven-year-old child.

When the school nurse arrived, even she was stunned, nodding repeatedly.

"Her handling of it was more professional than our own on-duty teacher."

If it hadn’t been for Shanshan, Shunshun might have suffered more severely from the blood loss.

All the teachers let out a collective sigh of relief.

Luo Jinjie quietly walked over to Shanshan’s side and gently patted her head.

However, as soon as the children’s parents arrived at the hospital, they were collectively given a stern lecture by the group of teachers.

"What is wrong with you parents? Do you have any idea what a huge incident your children were involved in at school?"

"You’re so busy with work, do you even know your own child’s personality? For them to end up like this, doesn’t your heart ache?"

"They’re fine for now, but if there had been permanent damage, it would be too late for regrets!"

No matter how powerful or influential these parents were at their jobs, at this moment, they were just ordinary moms and dads.

Facing the teachers’ scolding, they all reacted the same way.

"Yes, yes, you’re right, Teacher. We’ll definitely discipline them properly when we get home."

One mother’s eyes turned red.

"I was so focused on signing her up for piano and English classes, I never realized that basic safety knowledge is what’s most important."

"We’ll never let this happen again. This has been so hard on the teachers, thank you for all your trouble."

When they heard that the child from the Ling family had been a great help in the matter, several parents immediately gathered to discuss something.