lcionline Chapter 230 Artificial Respiration
Chapter 230 Artificial Respiration
Since she said that, then it must be true!
The two nodded and helped the two unconscious people on the ground to walk out.
Yue'er was also ushered out by the crowd, and Wu Ziyan was also unaware for the first time that there were so many people in his mansion.
She can only ask the system for things when no one is around.
He always gave her life-saving items at the most critical moments.
That's good too; now she needs a water-based fire extinguisher.
This is the only thing you can use to extinguish this kind of oil-based fire.
As soon as she thought about it, the fire extinguisher appeared in front of her.
Looking at the sand and gravel outside being used to extinguish the fire, he wondered how long it would have taken for the fire to reach him.
I'm afraid Fang Yuerong would be roasted into dried meat, and she would cease to exist.
He covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel, picked up a fire extinguisher, and sprayed it vigorously at the burning beams.
Several types of smoke mixed together, making it difficult to even see the road ahead.
She didn't know where Zhang Langguan lived, she only knew it was in this direction.
He silently prayed to his grandparents that Fang Yuerong would not lose consciousness.
"It's fine if the fire is out," Wu Ziyan shouted, "Fang Yurong! Fang Yurong! Cough cough cough!"
There was no response, so it seems we need to go further inside.
She wasn't very familiar with the layout of her own residence, so finding it now was even more troublesome.
She carried bottle after bottle of fire extinguishers, putting out fires as she went.
My hands were scalded and swollen from the fire on both sides, feeling almost like roasted pig's trotters.
"Fang Yuerong, don't you dare die! Cough cough!"
"Fang Yuerong!"
Wu Ziyan thought to himself, "If you're still alive, at least make a sound."
If she shouted a couple more times, how much dust would she inhale into her lungs?
Finally, we saw the open lawn they had described.
She had absolutely no recollection of this place in the mansion; she was truly astonished.
Fang Yuerong was originally wearing a moon-yellow casual outfit, but now her body is covered in charred ash.
His head was buried in the grass, perhaps to prevent the fire from burning his face.
Only after spraying fire incessantly around him, ensuring he wasn't surrounded by flames, did Wu Ziyan approach.
Fang Yuerong didn't seem to have lost consciousness yet, and Wu Ziyan tried calling out twice more.
Fang Yuerong hummed in response, but her body seemed to have no strength left.
Wu Ziyan knew he had to move him to an open space to get some fresh air quickly, or he would be ruined.
"Fang Yuerong, hang in there, I'll take you out of here right away."
But once a person loses their strength, they are like a dead pig.
Wu Ziyan used all her strength to put her arm around his shoulder, but her shoulder was now bleeding again.
That was excruciating pain. Others might not feel much pain, but for her, it was double the pain!
He could only grit his teeth and endure it, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping down his forehead.
After taking just two steps, I felt like I was about to collapse.
Fortunately, there was no more fire along the way, but the charred charcoal was still a potential danger.
It was only then that Wu Ziyan noticed that Fang Yuerong had a limp.
It seems they twisted their ankle in the fire, which will make it even harder for them to get out.
However, Fang Yuerong seemed to be a little confused and her body was no longer strong.
Wu Ziyan grabbed his hands with both of hers, insisting that they move to a more open space.
She practically dragged Fang Yuerong along with her small frame.
By the time they reached the next open space, the toes of Fang Yuerong's shoes were worn raw.
It looks like he has completely lost consciousness. This won't do. What if he becomes mentally impaired due to lack of oxygen to the brain?
He was the shrewdest businessman among them.
He placed him in a relatively safe and somewhat open space, and Wu Ziyan gently patted his face.
There was no response. Good grief, this wasn't something she could take advantage of; she had no choice but to give him CPR.
Turn Fang Yuerong's head to the side to open her airway and quickly blow a few breaths into her mouth and nose.
She choked on the air she inhaled when she took a deep breath and coughed several times.
After repeatedly burying her head in this way several times, Fang Yuerong seemed to feel better.
Seeing that he seemed to be slowly waking up, she patted his cheek with her hand again.
Fang Yuerong frowned, coughed a few times, and her eyes were still blurry when she opened them.
He seemed to vaguely feel the soft touch of his lips.
I thought I was dreaming, a recurring fantasy about dying.
"Boss?" He blinked hard twice, looking at Wu Ziyan's face, which was covered in smears like a cat's.
His eyes darted around and landed on the bright red spot on her shoulder; it seemed she had opened the wound to save him.
"You're awake. How many is this?" Wu Ziyan held up five fingers.
Fang Yuerong didn't know what she meant, but still answered as usual, "Five?"
Then he posed a second question: "What about this one?"
"two?"
"Great, you're not stupid."
Fang Yuerong was amused by her actions; what was wrong with his boss's thought process?
However, when he moved his body, his foot was indeed in great pain.
"Master, this foot might keep me from walking for a while."
“I’ll help you, even if we limp, we have to get out. This place has become a dangerous building, it’s too dangerous to stay here.”
"But your injury?"
"After all, this is a small matter compared to your lives. A little blood loss can be replenished by Han Yuxiu later."
"The master just breathed into my mouth? I never thought there was such a way to save a life. I had only seen it in books before."
"Yes, I didn't take advantage of you while you were unconscious."
Fang Yuerong still secretly wished to be taken advantage of by her, but that wasn't the time to talk about that.
Thinking about how he, Sima Lingchuan, and that Zhang Langguan all fainted together, and then...?
"Are Lingchuan and the others alright?"
"It's alright, thanks to Chu Qiu and Bo You, but you shouldn't have rushed in to save people."
"You really don't value your own lives. What will I do if something happens to you?"
"I never imagined we were so important to our employer."
"You didn't think of that before, but now you know, right?"
"understood."
He smiled, tightened his grip on her hand, and they slowly and leisurely limped out from inside.
The people waiting outside were getting very anxious.
The guards who came in to put out the fire were also worried that something might happen to Wu Ziyan.
He led his soldiers in to search, only to find that part of the fire had already been extinguished.
When I went in, I saw the two of them coming out.
They touched their necks; their heads were finally saved. They quickly ordered people to help them up.
Wu Ziyan was also nearly exhausted and let go, it seemed that he could not be supported anymore.
Just get two stretchers and carry them out.
But in the past, those carried out were mostly the dead; when the two were carried out of the mansion gate...
Han Yuxiu and his mother had just arrived and were bandaging the burned people with their medical kits.
They watched as two stretchers were carried out, and most importantly, the two men were resting with their eyes closed because they were exhausted.
Everyone suddenly froze. After seeing clearly the person being carried on the stretcher, Han Yuxiu was the first to speak: "Wu Ziyan!"
The medicine box fell to the ground with a thud, and I felt a chill in my heart; I was too weak to hold it steady.