Cheng Qian hugged Fu Yancheng like a koala and cried profusely.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears rubbed his shoulder.

Fu Yancheng resisted the urge to throw this slug out, and coaxed, "Don't cry...... It's all right......"

"Woo, big villain, big devil, grandpa, fairy sister...... Woo woo woo ......" Qianbao sobbed and cried.

"Great, it's great that Cheng Qian is fine......" Tang Yi came back from the fuss, sat down on the ground, and cried with a height of 1.8 meters.

"Wake up—"

Before he could speak, he rubbed another big lump of snot on his shoulder.

Fu Yancheng: "......"

He leaned against the fence with relief, touched the moist corners of his eyes, and let out a long and slow sigh of relief.

Oh, yes.

That's great.

It's good that Qianbao is okay......

"Hey, why is there only one little boy, isn't there also a little girl? Why didn't it come out? ”

"Will it ...... Something went wrong......"

"Evil, that girl is only seven years old, you must live......"

The people coming and going at the door of the fire escape are blocked, but the cordon is blocked, and people can only enter and exit......

At this time, Xu Jing suddenly rushed out of the crowd, "Yuhan! Yuhan! Don't stop me, let me pass! I'm her mother—"

"Yang Yuhan ......"

Xing Luoxi leaned over eagerly to look, and saw an ECG monitor at the end of the passage in a straight line.

"Tick ————"

"Yuhan! Yuhan! My daughter—"

"Ms. Xu, calm down......"

"How do you calm me down! Lying on the ground is my daughter......"

"Give her CPR! Fast! ”

"Yuhan ......"

"Keep pressing!"

"Go on!"

The dim passage was like a desperate road, and at the end of the road, poor Yang Yuhan lay helplessly on the cold ground.

All kinds of voices rang sharply in her ears, and to Xing Luoxi, it was like a life-urging talisman, and she felt suffocated even when she heard it.

She stared at all this in a daze, her hands and feet stiff and numb.

Yang Yuhan...... Is that little girl dead like that?

But......

Why......

She has endured so much undeserved pain, lost her innocent childhood, why should she be deprived of hope in life......

“…… We've done our best. ”

Fu ...... Professor Fu...... Qianbao he ......"

Fu Yancheng saw that she came back to her senses, withdrew her hand, and said lightly, "He wasn't injured, he was just a little frightened, and he cried too hard just now and fell asleep." ”

Xing Luoxi almost lost his mind and whispered: "It's okay, it's okay Qianbao......

At least...... Cheng Qian is fine......

Fu Yancheng narrowed his eyes silently, indeed, fortunately, that kid was fine, otherwise he couldn't imagine what he would do......

"Go on! Fast! Don't give up! ”

The doctor is still persistently giving Yang Yuhan cardiopulmonary compressions.

One, two, three......

The torture couldn't bear to turn his face.

"Ahem......"

"Tick-tick-tick—"

"There's a heartbeat! Fast! Transfusion! ”

The crowd suddenly became agitated, some people cried with joy, and some people let out heart-rending cries, it was Xu Jing crying.

"There's a heartbeat......"

Xing Luoxi was slightly stunned, grabbed Fu Yancheng, and his hoarse voice was a little eager, "Yang Yuhan is alive...... Is that right? He was still holding the broken doll in his hand.

Fu Yancheng lowered his eyes and glanced at her, protected her from being collided by the crowd with one hand, and said softly, "Well, she survived." ”

Soon, Yang Yuhan was carried on a stretcher and sent out of the mall.

The congested crowd gradually dispersed.

He didn't move for a long time, and at first his eyes flashed with ecstasy and relief, but gradually, those emotions gradually turned into confusion, worry, and fear......

I don't know how long it took, she slowly raised her head, like a lost lamb, "Professor Fu, as long as a person is alive, it is worth celebrating, right?" ”