He clutched his clothes tightly at his chest, a painful groan escaping his throat: "It hurts... my chest... it hurts so much... I feel suffocated..."
He's awake! But he's still not out of danger!
Zhou Qiqi immediately asked, "Which side hurts more? The left or the right?"
As she asked, she quickly helped Zhou Shuhua up, letting her lean against her chest, her head slightly turned to the right side she was pointing to.
Then, under the even more astonished and uncertain gazes of the crowd—
Zhou Qiqi extended her right index and middle fingers, brought them together, and gently placed the fingertips on the side of Zhou Shuhua's neck, about two or three finger widths below the angle of her jaw, next to her Adam's apple.
She felt the faint throbbing under her skin with her fingertips, her movements gentle yet with a strange rhythm, and began to press!
Press down for a few seconds, release, then press down again...
"What...what kind of strange method is this...?"
The deputy secretary wanted to say something, but was stopped by a stern look from the secretary.
Zhou Qiqi was completely focused, feeling the frequency of the pulse with her fingertips, silently counting the number of seconds she pressed.
Sweat trickled down her temples.
After several rounds of compressions, Zhou Shuhua's grip on her chest gradually loosened, and her rapid breathing slowly subsided.
Although he was still weak and in pain, the terrifying death aura on his face had dissipated, and his eyes had become clearer and could focus.
"Huff...huff..."
She leaned against Zhou Qiqi's chest, like a fish that had been out of water finally returning to the water, breathing greedily.
Although my chest still aches, the feeling of suffocation has finally subsided.
Just then, hurried footsteps and shouts came from outside the door: "The car is here! The car is back!"
One of the cars that went to pick up the high-ranking official finally returned; it had been urgently dispatched.
"Quick! Get her to the hospital!" The Party Secretary breathed a sigh of relief and immediately directed people to carefully lift Zhou Shuhua.
The committee member in charge of recording looked at Zhou Shuhua being carried out, then at the secretary, and asked hesitantly:
"Secretary, what about Comrade Zhou Shuhua's problem... how should it be handled..."
The secretary frowned, about to speak, when Zhou Qiqi, who had been supporting Zhou Shuhua, raised her head. Her face was also a little pale, and there was sweat on her forehead. Her voice was calm but clear.
“Secretary, this is a matter of life and death. She made a mistake and should be punished. But right now, saving lives is the priority. I... I'll wait for the organization's conclusion.”
Her words laid bare her grievances about being falsely accused and her urgent need to save lives.
The secretary looked at her, then at Zhou Shuhua who was being carried away, nodded deeply, and said in a deep voice:
"Save lives first. The organization will investigate the truth and punish those who deserve it!"
The crowd surged out of the conference room, leaving behind a mess and a basin of still-chilling well water.
Shen Huaichuan walked to Zhou Qiqi's side and held her somewhat cold hand tightly.
Zhou Qiqi leaned against him and let out a long, silent breath.
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