"Quick, find a room with good airflow."
"Listen to Yang Ming’s wife; hurry." At this mont, the teacher in the crowd spoke up, instructing them.
"Alright."
Upon hearing this, everyone imdiately carried Yang Ming to another room.
The teacher followed into the room, "Yang Ming’s wife, I am truly sorry. I didn’t expect such a thing to happen at the Academy. Fortunately, he ca back to life."
"Teacher, hello. Once my husband recovers a bit, I’ll take him ho to rest for a while. I hope you will allow it?"
Xiaoxiao thought, this was similar to carbon monoxide poisoning; he needed observation. If they were not careful, it could damage his brain. He couldn’t continue studying; he must go ho to recuperate.
"Of course, of course; you all go ho and rest. Co back when he’s better."
The teacher then turned to Yang Ming, "Take good care of yourself, don’t worry about your studies. Your talents are comndable, take your books ho, and self-studying is also possible."
After sending the teacher off, the kitchen had prepared porridge, which was brought over. Xiaoxiao took the bowl of porridge, blew on each spoonful, then began to feed her dear husband.
"Drink slowly, be careful; it’s hot."
Yang Ming nodded and allowed his wife to feed him. He knew his body was indeed immobilized at the mont, and he needed to rest. He also sowhat cherished his wife feeding him the porridge.
After finishing the porridge, he still wanted to say to his wife those words one should say to their wife on this special day, even though his weak breathing made it hard to speak.
"Wife, happy birthday."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoxiao was taken aback. Happy birthday? Could today be her original body’s birthday?
Xiaoxiao then smiled. He really was attentive, rembering the original body’s birthday, which now was hers too, "Thank you, my husband."
anwhile, the doctor for whom they had sent an attendant had arrived. Seeing it was the sa doctor who had taught ergency first aid before, Xiaoxiao imdiately welcod him in to examine Yang Ming’s condition.
After taking Yang Ming’s pulse, the doctor said to Xiaoxiao, "His pulse is very weak. Prescribe so dicine and let him recuperate at ho; it’s nothing serious."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Ming having this incident today had truly scared her to death. She really couldn’t imagine living without Yang Ming.
She decided that once Yang Ming recovered, she wouldn’t let him stay at the Academy anymore; she never wanted to be apart from him again.
"When I ca, I heard that your ergency response was tily, and you even brought a dead man back to life. Could you teach that first aid thod?"
Xiaoxiao was in no mood for that now, all she wanted was to stay by her dear husband’s side, "Doctor, seeing my husband like this, I’m really not in the mood. Maybe next ti."
The doctor, seeing it was indeed not the right mont, did not trouble Xiaoxiao further, "Alright then, I’ll head back. You don’t need to co for the dicine; I’ll send an attendant to deliver it later."
"Then, thank you, doctor."
After sending the doctor off, Xiaoxiao returned to the room and noticed that Yang Ming’s eyelids were fighting a losing battle with sleep, symptoms of prolonged oxygen deprivation. Now that the air was clear, he should be fine, "If you’re sleepy, go to sleep. I’ll be here watching over you."
Hearing this, Yang Ming indeed closed his eyes. He really didn’t have the energy now. He wanted to regain his strength as quickly as possible, for he had many things he still wanted to say to his wife.
Xiaoxiao stayed by his side without leaving for a mont, her makeup sared from crying, watching him as he fell asleep. She gently smoothed his furrowed brow with her hand.
Softly singing, "If tomorrow you don’t know which path to take, why not stay beside and be my husband..."
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