Chapter 571 : Who is in control of ups and downs: Human Breathing
"Rhys...Rhys..." I shook Darius in my arms, and the water from the speedboat splashed on his face.
Wiping away the wanton water splash, the muscles on his cold face were a little tense, and Darius, who didn't respond at all, grabbed my heart.
"Artificial respiration!" When I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do, Yan Yeyi shouted to me along with the sound of the speedboat's engine.
Artificial respiration? Yes, artificial respiration. After I laid Darius down and looked at Yan Yeyi's white shirt against his back, I hesitated again.
Yan Yeyi seemed to be moving at the fastest speed
Regardless, he took a deep breath, mouth to mouth, and pumped air into Darius's lungs.
"Ahem..." I blew a few non-standard blows, and Darius responded. Looking at the water he coughed up, I excitedly pulled him up and patted his back gently.
"Daris, are you okay?" I looked at Darius with concern, and my mood became brighter.
"Qing...ahem...Qing'er" Darius half-opened his eyes and saw me, and couldn't help but open the corners of his pale mouth.
"Well, slow down." I slowly patted Darius on the back and looked at him with a smile.
"Ahem..." Darius looked at Yan Yeyi who was driving the speedboat angrily and wanted to say something. He suddenly coughed violently while holding his lower abdomen.
"Don't talk." I bent down and looked at the pool of blood pouring out of Darius's mouth. I held his shoulders and let him lean on my arms.
My heart ached, and tears welled up from the corners of my eyes again.
It turns out that every time he coughs, it is so painful. So many times, he has to endure this pain and smile at me, but I am stupid and don’t know anything.
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became. She shed tears and lowered my blurred vision to the figure of Yan Yeyi in front of me. Thousands of thoughts
After getting off the speedboat, when we arrived at the hospital, Darius's dedicated doctor had prepared everything
Darius was lying down. He raised his other weak hand and pulled away my hand holding his.
Looking at Darius being pushed into the operating room, the cold door slowly closed. At that moment, my soul felt empty.
I stood outside the gate and looked at the red warning light. My outstretched arms touched the nothingness and didn’t lower their arms for a long time.
Someone pulled my shoulder, and Yan Ye pulled me into his arms. The two bodies, soaked in the salty sea water, cut out faint shadows under the light of the hospital corridor.