"Liu Hu, contact the nearest helicopter, hurry," Lin Junyang was the first to react and issued the command.
Liu Hu turned and ran towards the communication room.
An Ran's condition looked very dire; her whole body was soaked, her face was colorless, and her eyes were tightly shut. It was even uncertain if she was still breathing.
At this moment, Mu Xingfeng was kneeling on the ground, seawater streaming from his hair, down his nose, and dripping all over his soaked body. A small puddle had already formed under him, and his disheveled state was indescribable.
But he was completely unaware, his eyes red as he continuously performed CPR and artificial respiration on the girl, who still showed no sign of waking.
"Ranran... honey... wake up... please wake up..."
Mu Xingfeng's hands were shaking uncontrollably as he looked at the pale-faced girl with closed eyes, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
