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Taking advantage of the waves to slow down, several fishing boats rushed into the waves like arrows.

Subordinates who are good at water are either pulling the net on the boat or assisting underwater...

The people on the shore were not idle either.

After seeking the abbot's opinion, half of the monks were left to take care of the soaked young novices. The remaining monks, along with the Song brothers, divided into two groups...

Look for people on the beaches further on both sides in case typhoons and waves knock the young master of the Jiang family onto the beach.

Wen Shishi was hugged by her second brother and sneezed hard.

The clothes in the baggage Lao Shi was carrying had long been wet, and now he didn't even have anything to change.

Although the rain was light, it still didn't stop, and now there was no place to take shelter on the beach.

What's even scarier is that many people looked up at the sky...

There is no sky, because the eye of the typhoon has shifted and the clouds have dispersed...

Dark clouds are gathering, and no one knows whether the typhoon is about to pass, or...

Come back at an unexpected time...

The young novices were shivering with cold, surrounded by their senior brothers, leaning forward to shield themselves from the wind and rain...

Song Chengfeng looked at Wen Shishi in his second brother's arms, then turned to look at the young novice monks...

I want to cook some ginger soup for the children, but the conditions are not enough.

After being exposed to the rain for so long, I am afraid I will catch a cold when the rain stops and the typhoon passes.

The remaining people, with their hearts hanging in the air, all looked at the sea, the fishing boats rising and falling with the waves...

Just hoping for a glimmer of good news.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, a noise came from the sea...

The people on the shore could only vaguely see the people on the boat dragging the fishing net onto the boat, as if they had caught something...

When all the fishing boats rowed towards the shore, people in the water climbed on board one after another...

The people on the shore are almost certain to have been found!

"Quick! Go and call back the people you are looking for on both sides!"

Song Chengjian reminded.

The steward almost cried with joy, wiped his eyes, and asked the two remaining people around him to run to both sides.

The boats rowed back very quickly, especially one of them.

If Song Chengjian read it correctly, it was the fishing boat that caught people from the fishing net...

Other fishing boats followed closely, but the speed of the boat in the middle was still a bit faster than the speed before leaving...

As we get closer, we can vaguely hear the shouts on the boat, "Master! Master, wake up!"

The steward just showed his joy, but in an instant it was lifted to his throat again.

Almost unable to wait, he waded closer and was grabbed by Song Chengjian behind him.

"Don't worry, wait until the ship docks..."

The eldest brother behind him told Lao Liu to get ready, he already had a bad feeling.

Seeing the steward, the subordinates on the ship seemed to have found their backbone...

Before she could speak, she was already bursting into tears.

"Steward Qin, Master, he...

Master, he..."

Butler Qin fell back and almost fell into the water. Fortunately, Song Chengjian helped him.

"You have something to say! Get the person down first, quickly!"

Song Chengjian frowned.

Before the fishing boat could stop, the two people on the boat jumped out of the boat and ran to the shore, carrying a tall man.

Song Chengjian pointed back and asked them to send him to his sixth brother Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengfeng didn't wait, and quickly stepped forward, just across from him, and lifted the person in front of him.

“When I picked it up, it was unresponsive.

We were on the boat, no matter how we shouted or pressed our stomachs, there was no response..."

The subordinate's mood is slightly relaxed, indicating that he is awake.

Song Chengfeng nodded and squatted next to the drowning man.

Checking his mouth, nose and breath, Song Chengfeng frowned...

When I lifted the wrist of the young master of the Jiang family to check for pulse, I found that his palms and wrists were soaked and turned white. His wrists had no warmth and no strength...

After Song Chengfeng made the diagnosis, he sighed deeply, looked at the butler's eyes, and hesitated to speak.

The steward's feet went weak for a moment, and his eyes were red as he was supported by the person next to him.

Song Chengfeng sighed and tried one last time. If there was nothing he could do this time, there was nothing he could do.

Song Chengfeng took out a silver needle from his hair tie, wiped it on his clothes, and then slowly inserted it into Renzhong, Shixuan, and Neiguan acupoints...

Like a mud cow thrown into the sea, there is no response.

Song Chengfeng stood up after retracting the injection, endured it, and finally said nothing. He just shook his head at the steward...

There was a burst of crying on the beach.

The boy had been restrained before, but now that he was in this situation, he threw himself on the young master and cried incessantly.

The steward finally couldn't bear it anymore and communicated through tears.

He has been with the master since he was young, watched the young master grow up, and regarded him as his own son...

Seeing this child dying in front of my eyes, my heartache is no less than that of the master and others.

"Brother, what's wrong with him?"

Among the cries, Wen Shishi's soft and confused voice sounded.

Song Chenghou was worried that Wen Shishi would be frightened, so he turned her head away, his voice unconsciously heavy.

"This big brother fell into the water..."

"Then is he dead?"

Wen Shishi asked innocently.

Song Chenghou didn't know how to answer.

Wen Shishi struggled gently and broke free from Song Chenghou's arms...

After exerting a little force, Song Chenghou's face turned pale, and he suffered from pain in his lower back...

It was already too late to catch Wen Shishi.

Wen Shishi ran to Sixth Brother Song Chengfeng, raised her head and asked, "Sixth Brother, have you done artificial respiration?"

"Artificial... respiration?"

Song Chengfeng frowned, his face full of doubts.

Wen Shishi took his finger and pulled him to the person on the ground.

"Just press here to release the water from his chest...

Then face his mouth, inhale, exhale..."

How could Wen Shishi, who was well-read, had an extraordinary memory, and was carefully raised by her wealthy grandfather since childhood, not even know a little bit about first aid?

Even if she can't remember the knowledge in the picture books, she has watched hundreds of cartoons at least, and they often talk about artificial respiration. This first aid knowledge...

The other people present just thought it was the little girl messing around and didn't take it to heart...

But the Song family is different. They have benefited from the information provided by Wen Shishi several times...

What's more, Song Chengfeng understands medical science. Although my sister described it briefly, the truth is clear...

Previously, the crew pressed the wrong place, and the drowning person choked on the chest with water and couldn't breathe...

Without any further hesitation, he immediately pressed the young master of the Jiang family's chest with his palms.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shishi suddenly spoke loudly again, "Brother Six, use this..."

Wen Shishi made a gesture of folding her palms...

So certain, Song Chengfeng had to believe that his sister had either read it in books or seen people doing this...

Because when he changed his gestures as instructed, he did feel a weak reaction under his palms...