Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her trembling fingers to explore his nose, her face suddenly turned pale, her heartbeat almost stopped, and he was not breathing, no breath.
"Dongfang Xing, please wake up and don't scare me." Xiahou Huan'er waved her palm and slapped his face hard, she was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
At this moment, a fishing boat appeared in front of her. The fishermen who were fishing on the boat noticed them and immediately drove the fishing boat over.
The fisherman looked quite honest and didn't look like a bad guy. She immediately dragged Dongfang Xing onto the boat.
Laying him flat on the deck, she gave him artificial respiration.
The fisherman returned to the cabin, took out an instrument, placed it next to Dongfang Xing, and said, "Miss, use this."
Xiahou Huan'er was kneeling aside and was trying hard to give Dongfang Xing artificial respiration. She didn't see any reaction from him for a moment. She was already very upset. When she saw him taking out something she had never seen before, she immediately asked: "What's this?"
What is it?"
"This is a life-saving device, specially designed to save people from drowning." the fisherman explained.
When Xiahou Huan'er heard this, her eyes immediately flashed with surprise, and she quickly said: "Uncle, please save him quickly."
This is a high-tech product of the 26th century, and he will definitely be able to save him.
The fisherman immediately took action and began to use a life preserver to save him. His movements were swift and familiar. He probably would have often rescued drowning people in his profession.
Xiahou Huan'er held Dongfang Xing's wrist hard and shouted anxiously: "Dongfang Xing, wake up quickly, wake up quickly, don't scare me, I can't help but be scared." He paused and looked worriedly.
He looked at the fisherman and asked, "Uncle, how is he?"
The fisherman's face was a little solemn. He looked at the deck that was gradually stained red with blood. He shook his head and said, "He didn't drown. He died of serious injuries."
Xia Hou Huan'er's breath paused and her face turned gloomy. Only then did she realize that the deck was gradually stained red by the blood oozing from his body. She was shocked and her heart ached like a knife. She bit her trembling lips and reached out to him
His body turned over and his eyes widened suddenly as he looked at the unbearable scene on his back.
Shocked, angry, heavy, sad...
All kinds of complex emotions mixed and stirred in her chest.
Even the fisherman couldn't help but gasp when he saw it and exclaimed: "It's so cruel."
His back was bloody and bloody, with countless bullets on it.
His back was blown up by a cannonball and he withstood so many bullets.
Is he dead?
The fisherman shook his head and sighed: "Miss, my condolences."
Xiahou Huan'er slowly raised her head, her pair of dazzling black cat eyes reflected a sinister and frightening cold light, and sternly said: "Sorry? What are you sad about?"
The fisherman was stunned by her sharp eyes. He pointed at Dongfang Xing and murmured: "Miss, you saw it too. He has died of serious injuries."
The nameless fire rose three thousand feet, Xiahou Huan'er slapped her palm on the deck, and the fishing boat suddenly shook. She didn't care, and roared angrily: "You are not going to be cured. If you say another word, I will shoot you."
The simple fisherman was yelled roughly by her, and his face turned slightly pale, but thinking that she was too sad, he decided not to argue with her.
Xiahou Huan'er's eyes were already red, and she continued to yell: "Medicine box, give me the medicine box, go quickly."
Everyone is already dead, so why do we need a medicine box?
The fisherman just thought she was sad and over-stimulated, so he didn't object to her. He turned back to the cabin and took out the medicine box.