The three bodyguards stood drenched in water, hands at their sides, heads bowed, looking heavy-hearted.
Cheng Cheng lay on the ground, water all over him, eyes tightly shut.
Chen Yiping was still performing chest compressions, clearly exhausted but persisting. He murmured words quietly.
"Cheng Cheng, wake up, please wake up..."
"Deputy Officer Cheng!" Sun Han was equally shocked, rushed over, pushed Chen Yiping aside, pulled Cheng Cheng up, knelt on one knee, turned Cheng Cheng over, and placed him against his leg, patting his back.
His strength was much better than Chen Yiping's, who was a frail doctor. The emergency habits cultivated in the Alliance were practically bad habits, extremely rough in action.
In Chen Yiping's view, such moves were far from standard.
However, with Sun Han's maneuver, Cheng Cheng spat out some water.
"Sun Han, the water!" Jiang Shiheng clenched his fists standing aside, not intervening.
He knew Sun Han was more useful at this moment.
