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Her arm went around Piero’s abdomen, between his navel and ribs, and she clenched one fist while wrapping the other hand around it, applying strong, upward pressure—
One push!
Two pushes!
Three pushes!!
Suddenly, the child spat out an olive, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he was finally able to take deep breaths of air.
“He’s saved—” Clarice was on the verge of tears, rushing forward to tightly hug her child.
Hedy stood beside them, wearing a complicated smile.
In her past life, she had watched her own children grow from youth into old age, with the eldest son’s hair turning gray just like hers.
Wherever they were now, she didn’t know, nor whether they were happy.
“How did you do that?” a child beside her asked. “Was that magic?”
Hedy snapped out of her thoughts and asked Dechio to bring over her newly published Maternal and Child Encyclopedia. She flipped through it for a moment and found the “Heimlich Maneuver” section.
Lorenzo, confirming that his son was back to normal, took the book and glanced at it.
There were clear instructions on how to perform the procedure, and it was exactly the same as what she had just done.
Not only that, there were also emergency procedures for different age groups and choking conditions, along with detailed explanations.
“You did very well,” Lorenzo said, looking at her. “And you saved both of my children.”
“What do you want as a reward?”
Clarice had also regained her composure, her face filled with gratitude.
“Please, let us repay you—Piero is my beloved, and he almost lost his life just now!”
Hedy was momentarily stunned, then suddenly spoke up, “If one day I wish to travel to other city-states, could you offer me some support?”
She wasn’t sure when she would leave, but it was a possibility after all. Wealth and power might bring misfortune, but providing some convenience to travelers should be harmless.
“If that day really comes, we will write you a letter of recommendation and arrange for better places to stay,” Claricesaid, taking her hands in hers, breathing deeply. “You will always be a guest of the Medici family.”
Lorenzo looked at her, quietly nodding in agreement.
Soon, new guests arrived at the palace, but they weren’t seeking the lord. Instead, they came to consult the alchemist.
Since Hedy had gradually become famous due to her discoveries in microbiology and her various papers, especially as a distant relative of the Medici family, she had to ask a maid to help handle the increasing number of letters and love gifts she received.
The gifts were all politely refused, and the letters were selectively answered.
Some of the questions were quite bizarre but did reflect the characteristics of the era.
There were people asking if she had ever seen God or the Virgin Mary, whether the dead could come back to life, or if there was a way to reach heaven ahead of time.
Others asked her to cure their bedridden, dying mothers or inquired about the details of the operations described in her Maternal and Child Encyclopedia.
Hedy knew that every action she took had likely already been scrutinized, and any letter containing inappropriate content would be promptly reported to the lord. She had never made a mistake in her work.
Today’s visitor was a man referred to as Duke Enzo, who was said to be a prominent figure of some repute.
