Chapter 58

At this point, Charlotte thought here was her chance to redeem her

image.

She can do a little artificial respiration.

So, Charlotte trotted to the man. "I'll do it, I'll give him artificial

respiration.”

She glanced at the man lying on the ground, slightly fat and ordinary

looking. His lips were white because of choking.

Charlotte tried to hide the disgust in her eyes, pinched the man’s nose

with two fingers, leaned over and began to do artificial respiration.

Repeated chest compressions and artificial respiration, then repeated

chest compressions and artificial respiration.

She tried her best to recall the first aid knowledge she had been taught

in school and struggled to do it.

After pressing for a while, the man on the ground did not spit out the

water in his chest.

Charlotte was sweating profusely.

She glanced at Luther every now and then, being afraid he would see

the signs.

It should be correct. This was how to administer help. Why did it not

work?

Damn disgusting man. She had made much efforts. ith cursed in her

heart, her hands did not dare to stop.

Luther saw Charlotte volunteering to give help and do artificial

respiration. Thinking to himself, Charlotte did know first aid. That night

she also gave him artificial respiration. Maybe she refused to go into

the water for another reason.

Charlotte did this many times over and over. Without seeing the result,

she became impatient.

She increased the force and pressed on the man's chest.

Fortunately, Luther walked over to pick up Joyce, or else his eyes kept

staring at her. She was really getting nervous.

Finally, there was a "poof" sound.

The man lying on the ground spits out a large mouthful of river water

from his chest.

Finally, it worked!

Charlotte fell to the ground at once. Her forehead slicked with sweat,

and no one knew whether she was tired or anxious.

At the same time, the ambulance arrived.

The car quickly ran down a group of professional first responders.

They quickly put the drowning man on a stretcher, put him in the

ambulance where there were oxygen tanks. A paramedic handed Joyce

and Luther a few large bath towels.

Joyce took the towel, dried her hair, and wiped her body all over as

well.

It wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot either. The wind blew across her body,

and the cool feeling made her shiver slightly.

Joyce simply wrapped the bath towel around her body.

Luther was fine. Only his pants got wet.

After the ambulance left, the crowd of onlookers also slowly dispersed.

After everything settled down around him, Luther's mind was filled with

more doubts.

He was deeply touched by the scene of Joyce jumping into the canal to

save others.

Although Joyce mentioned that she had participated in first aid

volunteer training, it was still very shocking when he saw the scene with

his own eyes.

On the contrary, Charlotte ...... who saved him that night.

Thinking about it, he still can't stop being suspicious of Charlotte.

The cloud of suspicion lingered and intensified.

He approached Charlotte, who was sitting on the ground resting. He

asked with a gaze, "You're ...... today.”

Charlotte instantly understood what he was going to ask, and during

the break just now, she had calmed down and thought of a way to cope

with.

She immediately interrupted Luther and suddenly pretended to cover

her stomach with both hands.

"It hurts. It hurts.”

She was in so much pain that her entire body fell to the ground. The

sweat was falling from her forehead.

Her watery eyes were filled with crystal tears. She reached out and

grabbed Luther's pant leg and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please,

send me to the hospital, my stomach hurts. I'm in so much pain

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