"Look! The young master is making a move!"
"Young Master is not dead!"
The servant shouted excitedly.
The manager and his subordinates all gathered around.
"Hey! Everyone, move aside..."
Song Chengfeng didn't stop what he was doing. He wasn't worried that too many people would affect the young master of the Jiang family's breathing...
It wasn't out of concern that the young master of the Jiang family vomited the water from his stomach, spraying it all over their faces...
He was simply worried that they had squeezed their little one too much.
Wen Shishi squatted to one side, staring intently at the person on the ground...
It was as if he was testing the effectiveness of the teaching method.
Although he showed a slight reaction, the young master of the Jiang family did not vomit any of the water in his chest cavity...
"Blow!"
Wen Shishi reminded.
Song Chengfeng took a breath. Under normal circumstances, he would have refused outright...
He has never been bound by morality, but only by his own heart.
If someone tries to bind him with the idea of "a doctor's benevolence," forcing him to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation or blow air into a man's mouth just to save a life...
He would definitely turn around and leave!
But right now, he couldn't find a single person he disliked among those surrounding him...
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and resigned himself to approaching...
His body was jostled to the side, and the servant pounced on him, blowing several strong breaths...
Amidst everyone's shock, the servant straightened up and explained with a wry smile, "Seeing Young Master Song in such a predicament, I'll take care of this difficult task for him..."
Once we've revived the young master, we'll see if he beats us up first...
If I have done something wrong, then I will have to trouble Young Master Song..."
Song Chengjian looked at Wen Shishi and asked for her opinion.
Wen Shishi is very good at understanding what adults say. Just now, when the servant was giving her gas, she even bent down and leaned closer to take a closer look...
Nodding, Wen Shishi affirmed, "That's right, that's exactly it!"
After everyone recovered from their shock and embarrassment, the little boy said again, "Second brother, press it!"
Then, pointing to the servant next to him, he said, "You press the button, and he'll blow it again!"
besides? !
Shock slightly lessened the worries of those around them.
My mind wandered, imagining what would happen if the young master woke up and found out that his servant had kissed him several times in public...
He probably wants to jump back into the sea and drown...
Clearly, the manager had also thought of that.
Therefore, a strict order was issued: "What is happening now is to be kept strictly confidential. Do you all understand what I mean?!"
Those around them all agreed.
Song Chengfeng's hands didn't stop, and his cooperation with the servant became more and more tacit.
With repeated pressing and air delivery, the body beneath my hands, the rise and fall of its breathing, became increasingly apparent.
"puff!"
Finally, just as the servant took a deep breath and was about to lean in, the young master suddenly sprayed water all over his face.
The servant, not bothering to wipe his face, shook his young master's shoulder with a look of delight, "Young master!"
"It's me, Zhu Le! Young Master, please wake up!"
Song Chengfeng yanked the man away and continued pressing on the young master Jiang's chest...
"puff!"
Young Master Jiang vomited two more puddles of water before slowly regaining consciousness.
The steward was overjoyed and led his subordinates to kneel down and pay their respects to Song Chengjian...
Song Chengjian's arms were sore and he was exhausted, so he asked Lao Shi to help the steward up. He also asked the steward to call everyone else to get up.
The young master had just woken up, and the steward, without bothering with formalities, quickly knelt down in front of him and asked how the young master was doing.
The third brother carefully handed his second brother a bowl of water, which he had brought from the temple. After eating a few pieces of meat, Song Chengjian finally felt his strength return.
Feeling a bit better, she went back to the young master of the Jiang family and took his pulse.
After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he had pulled through without any real danger.
Aside from physical weakness, thankfully there were no other acute illnesses.
The rain has finally stopped.
The gloom in the sky had not yet dissipated, and the wind was gradually calming down.
Although there's no roof over my head, at least I don't have to keep getting soaked in the rain...
Looking around at the people, Song Chengfeng immediately instructed, "Third Brother, go back to the temple and fetch some bricks and firewood..."
"Bring water, pots and pans, anything you can..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than several monks stepped forward, "Let's go together..."
Song Chengxin nodded, and took the seventh and eighth brothers with him, returning to the temple with the monks.
"be safe!"
The eldest brother, Song Chenghou, spoke up to remind him.
Seeing Song Chengfeng pull out an oil paper package from his pocket, which was full of medicinal herbs, she already understood his plan...
In the distance, a temple with its roof gone could be seen; on the mountainside, entire fallen trees hung upside down, threatening to topple at any moment...
When Song Chengxin, his brothers, and the monks entered through the main gate, the steward could only catch a glimpse of the interior as the gate was pushed open...
Turning to look at the sea, the waves gradually subsided, and cargo was scattered across the surface where the cargo ship had capsized...
The manager immediately ordered his subordinates, who were skilled in swimming, to row to the scene and retrieve all the cargo they could.
Without a word, the subordinates gathered up the fishing nets, rowed their boats, and returned to the sea.
The three Song brothers, along with the monks, emerged one after another, carrying many bricks that had fallen from the collapsed wall...
There was also a wooden bucket and an iron pot lying in the kitchen.
"Master, the spring water in the back hall has stopped flowing..."
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