"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough..."
By the riverbank, two rather disheveled figures were supporting themselves on their knees, spitting out mouthfuls of water and coughing violently.
Between the two of them lay a buzz-cut man with a scruffy face and a noticeably bulging stomach.
"Quick, save him!" Xiao Feng pointed at Ye Kuto.
Xue Nuofu wiped his face and placed his hands on Ye Kuto's stomach.
"Pfft!"
Like a fountain, a jet of water spurted from Ye Kuto's mouth.
This repeated several times until nothing more came out, and then Xue Nuofu began performing CPR on Ye Kuto.
However, after a long while, Ye Kuto showed no signs of waking up.
"Can't wake him up, better send him to the hospital quickly," Xue Nuofu suggested.
Xiao Feng shook his head gravely, "I'm afraid it's too late. Give him artificial respiration quickly."
"A-artificial respiration?" Xue Nuofu's lips twitched twice, and he retorted angrily, "Why don't you give him artificial respiration?"
"I don't know how."
