"He has no breath."
"He's been in the water for so long, it's impossible to save him."
"He's already dead!"
The people around whispered, Jiang Zhuanzhuan's eyes were bloodshot, and she screamed hoarsely, "Shut up! All of you shut up! My brother is not dead, my brother is not going to die."
Saying this, she staggered and collapsed to the ground, her fingernails clawing at the pebbles on the riverbank, leaving bright red marks.
"My brother won't die, my brother won't die..." Zhuanzhuan's voice grew quieter and weaker, as if she was trying to convince others, and also herself.
Ying Jiuming didn't hear a single word from the surroundings, he knew that when a person fell into the water and fainted, there was a time limit. Within this time, as long as the rescue methods were correct and the rescued person's will to live was strong, there was a good chance they could be revived.
