章節 808: The Story of Ling and Heng

"Feng Ling." Qiao Fei abruptly leaned closed to her and paid attention to the rhythm of her breaths; he immediately then resumed performing the chest compressions.

"Breath, breath with force, Feng Ling!"

"Can you hear me? Breath with force, quick!"

Under Qiao Fei's efficient and precise movements against her chest, Feng Ling knitted her brows from the pain of the force. Furthermore, as she had choked on water and breathed in too much smoke earlier, her lungs were unbearably painful.

She abruptly coughed again, spitting out the last of the water she had swallowed. She instinctively took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. She then coughed successively before reaching out to push Qiao Fei's hands away. She turned over, backfacing the man being her and coughed painfully and loudly.

"Feng Ling, how are you? Are you better? Can you breathe normally?" Qiao Fei stood up and approached her. He directly reached his arm out and helped her to sit up.