Chapter 17: I Don't Want to Pull a Dead Man Up

Jiang Li knew he would react this way and said helplessly, "The surveillance on the Wangjiangnan Road section shows that Chenchen just fell into the river while trying to pick something up... He's been down there for a few minutes. There's no surveillance in that specific spot, so the exact situation is unclear... Don't panic, I've already notified the nearest fire rescue team to head over immediately, and I'm coming right now too..."

The black Bentley came to a sudden, screeching halt, nearly crashing into the roadside greenery!

Light and shadow blurred before Ye Wangchuan's eyes, and his breathing tightened involuntarily, as if someone were choking him; for a moment, he couldn't breathe.

The scene of his cousin entrusting him with her final wishes before she died was still vivid in his mind—her only wish was for him to take good care of Ye Qichen...

He slammed on the accelerator and sped toward the location Jiang Li had provided.

...

"That child's face is turning blue from the cold; I'm afraid he won't make it."

"How tragic. He looks only five or six years old. To drown at such a young age... his family must be heartbroken."

"Hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?"

"I just called; there's traffic control at the intersection ahead. It'll take at least half an hour for them to drive in."

"I called too."

By the riverbank, the onlookers had formed a circle, chattering incessantly among themselves.

Qiao Chen and Fu Ge's group finally managed to squeeze through the crowd, only to see Qiao Nian soaked to the bone. With her head bowed as if oblivious to the crowd surrounding her, she was repeatedly pressing down on the child's chest.

"What is Sister doing?" she asked, her face full of curiosity.

Fu Ge was slightly surprised to see that Qiao Nian actually knew first aid. "She's performing CPR on that child. It's an emergency procedure."

Seeing him staring intently at Qiao Nian, Qiao Chen felt a pang of unease. She pouted and murmured in a small voice, "Since when did Sister learn this? She didn't just see it on TV and try to wing it, did she? The child is so small; it's better to wait for the doctors."

Fu Ge also felt that Qiao Nian shouldn't be performing first aid so recklessly; after all, she wasn't a professional. If anything happened to the child, it would be hard to explain later.

He lifted his chin slightly and took out his phone. "I know people at the City Hospital. I'll call them and tell them to hurry over."

Hearing that he knew people at the City Hospital, the surrounding onlookers looked at him in astonishment.

One had to realize that the City Hospital in the ring road was a Grade A tertiary hospital with a massive reputation among the local district hospitals. It was usually difficult even to get an appointment, and not just anyone could know the doctors there.

An elderly woman couldn't help but praise him, "Young man, what a kind soul!"

Qiao Chen felt a sense of reflected glory standing beside him.

Only Qiao Nian felt that the voices around her were deafeningly loud. Her irritation was written all over her pale, oval face. She was drenched from head to toe, water dripping from her; her seaweed-like hair hung over her shoulders, and her wet shirt and T-shirt clung to her neck. On her snowy white neck, a small scratch made by the child's nails was still oozing beads of blood.

The red and white intertwined, strikingly beautiful!

Seeing that she had been pressing for a long time and the child on the ground still hadn't coughed up the water in his stomach, his breathing growing weaker and weaker.

She took a deep breath; she didn't want to jump in only to pull up a corpse.

Regardless of the consequences, she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small cloth pouch, opening it.

"What is that?" Qiao Chen, with her sharp eyes, pointed and asked.

Someone in the crowd also noticed and recognized what Qiao Nian was holding. "Is that... acupuncture?"

"This girl knows acupuncture? What is she going to do with needles?"

(End of Chapter)