Time passed very slowly, minute by minute.

The young man sitting on the edge of the big stone slab twisted his eyebrows and looked at her who had been closing his eyes tightly, and the sorrow in his heart became thicker and thicker.

He had just gently placed her on the big stone slab, and his somewhat chaotic heartbeat had slowed down, and he had carefully examined her.

Short boyish hair, a small face that has not yet grown, a pair of curved willow eyebrows, a straight little nose, and the little red lips that gently pressed against his lips.

All of this was a little strange and a little familiar, especially the army-green tunic, which made him finally remember who she was.

There is a small clinic on the road where the Xiba town government is located, and the clinic is run by an old man named Lin Yanpu.

Behind the clinic is a small courtyard where he and his granddaughter live.

If he remembered correctly, the girl in front of him should be the granddaughter of Grandpa Lin, who is already seventy years old, and I heard that she was abandoned by her parents at the door of the health center and raised by Grandpa Lin.

In order to save for tuition, not long ago, when he went to sell some herbs he dug to Grandpa Lin, he had seen this girl from the side, but because he was in high school in the past two years, he didn't see much, so he didn't recognize it.

He didn't know what her name was, but he remembered that Grandpa Lin always called her 'Xiao Han, Xiao Han', and he didn't know exactly what the word was.

The young man twisted his eyebrows and looked at the figure that seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, and the uneasiness in his heart was even worse.

There was a bump on her forehead, but it wasn't serious enough to make her so unconscious.

Did she have a worse bruise on the back of her head?

Thinking of this possibility, the boy stood up abruptly, raised her head gently with his left hand, and slowly touched her head with his right hand.

Suddenly, he felt a high bulge in the back of her head.

He withdrew his right hand in panic, and when he found that there was no blood on his right hand, his suddenly suspended heart finally calmed a little.

Fortunately, it was just swollen and there was no blood.

He gently folded the clothes he had left to the side and placed them under her head.

What to do? It was at least an hour's walk from the village and Grandpa Lin's, and there were a dozen cows on the hillside, and if he held her, he couldn't drive them back.

The boy sat beside her, his hands on her shoulders and shook them gently.

"Xiao Han, Xiao Han, wake up."

The girl was unresponsive, and her face seemed to turn rosy (sunburned).

The boy quickly withdrew his hand in a panic, if her brain was broken, would he shake it like this to aggravate her brain discomfort?

The boy looked blankly at the col.

The cows that had returned to their respective green meadows continued to gnaw on the grass comfortably, and a brown-yellow cow slowly moved towards a brown-yellow cow with black spots not far from him.

Its mouth lifted, sniffed at the other's lips, and stuck its tongue out to lick it in a wicked way.

The brownish-yellow-black-spotted cow flicked its tail proudly, avoiding it, and it clung to it.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in the young man's mind, and the red lips that had been soft and soft pressed against his lips flashed in his mind.

Artificial respiration, yes, how did he come up with this solution?

Artificial respiration is the best way to save people.

The boy blushed and hesitated for a moment.

Then he quickly stood up, carefully pinched the tip of her nose with his right hand, and gently pinched a slit between her lips with his left hand.