Master Li fell into Li Lei's arms, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, seemingly having some difficulty breathing.
"Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Li Lei said in urgent tones as he patted Master Li's chest.
But Master Li was already unable to speak, his breaths were like bellows, violent and rapid, and his face had turned pale.
It wasn't long before a museum staff member hurried over with a first aid kit.
But this person was clearly only half-competent.
Stopping blood and basic first aid might be fine, but how to handle a relapse of an old cardiorespiratory condition?
"Do you even know what you're doing? Hurry up and save my master! 120! Where's 120?!"
Li Lei bellowed with reddened eyes.
"The call has already been made, 120 will be here soon, but it'll take at least ten minutes to arrive."
"Ten minutes? Why so long? Master... hold on, master!"
