A minute passed, and He Jingyao still hadn't woken up. Huo Yanhui's eyes turned bloodshot; he was relentless, performing chest compressions again and again, as if locked in a personal battle.
Huo Yanzhao pressed his lips tightly together, realizing that aside from praying, he could do nothing else.
He Jingyao, weren't you confident just a moment ago, weren't you calm, saying you wanted to go home for dinner… Zhixi has two babies inside her, haven't you seen them yet? If you don't wake up soon, what will happen to them without you?
Thinking of this, Huo Yanzhao felt a dull ache in his heart.
He suddenly picked up another defibrillator and told Huo Yanhui, "Let me do it!"
Huo Yanhui pressed down hard one last time, his expression somewhat ferocious, and after that pressed, he picked up the defibrillator and stepped aside for Huo Yanzhao.
Just as Huo Yanzhao was about to continue, He Jingyao on the bed suddenly let out a harsh cough and then opened his eyes: "Alright… I'm alive."
