"Liu Hu, contact the nearest helicopter, hurry," Lin Junyang was the first to react and issued the command.
Liu Hu turned and ran towards the communication room.
An Ran’s condition looked very dire; her whole body was soaked, her face was colorless, and her eyes were tightly shut. It was even uncertain if she was still breathing.
At this mont, Mu Xingfeng was kneeling on the ground, seawater streaming from his hair, down his nose, and dripping all over his soaked body. A small puddle had already ford under him, and his disheveled state was indescribable.
But he was completely unaware, his eyes red as he continuously perford CPR and artificial respiration on the girl, who still showed no sign of waking.
"Ranran... honey... wake up... please wake up..."
Mu Xingfeng’s hands were shaking uncontrollably as he looked at the pale-faced girl with closed eyes, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
This was his girl, the girl he had sworn to protect with his life; yet she had once again risked her life to save him.
Mu Xingfeng had always been proud, a unique arrogance that he possessed since childhood.
From an early age, his outstanding ability in every aspect brought him remarkable achievents, giving him the confidence to control everything.
But he simply could not protect the girl he loved, repeatedly allowing her to get hurt, even risking her life to save him.
Mu Xingfeng never saw himself as a coward, but facing such an An Ran, he suddenly realized he was indeed a coward. He feared losing her and couldn’t imagine returning to the days without An Ran.
It felt like his heart was being gouged out, bleeding endlessly, without a better redy.
More than ten minutes later, the sound of propellers filled the air, and throughout these ten minutes, Mu Xingfeng maintained his posture.
"Second Brother, the helicopter is here. Sister-in-law needs imdiate dical attention."
Lin Junyang had never seen Mu Xingfeng like this, a cold austerity enveloped him, making others hesitant to approach.
He lowered his head and continuously perford ergency resuscitation on An Ran, even noticing the water droplets on his hand. Lin Junyang knew the seawater on Mu Xingfeng’s hair had long dried; those were... tears.
Liu Hu had notified the dical rescue helicopter equipped with advanced dical equipnt and dical personnel.
It wasn’t until the dical staff approached with a stretcher that Mu Xingfeng stepped aside.
Watching as the dical personnel nervously perford ergency treatnt on An Ran, inserting tubes and lifting her onto the stretcher.
Seeing his darling like a lifeless puppet, at the rcy of the dical personnel, Mu Xingfeng wished he could bear all her suffering.
He rembered, this girl was afraid of needles, afraid of pain.
As he watched An Ran being lifted onto the helicopter, Mu Xingfeng finally stood up, though just as he straightened, he staggered and nearly fell.
Lin Junyang quickly reached out to steady him, "Second Brother."
Mu Xingfeng waved his hand, his legs feeling like they didn’t belong to him, yet he still moved them, stepping onto the helicopter. Before leaving, he told Lin Junyang and Liu Hu, "The remaining cleanup work is up to you guys."
That simple sentence almost brought tears to Liu Hu’s eyes.
Others might not know about Boss and Sister-in-law’s relationship, but Liu Hu had spent the entire Spring Festival holiday in the Imperial City with them, understanding clearly the weight of An Ran in Mu Xingfeng’s heart.
But understanding and actually seeing it were two separate things, and witnessing it firsthand deeply moved him.
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