Zhan Yuanshan didn't expect to have an attack at this moment.
Feeling stifled in the lounge, he operated his wheelchair by himself to the backyard for some fresh air, but his condition suddenly worsened, causing him to fall out of the wheelchair.
After the fall, he felt increasingly uncomfortable, his consciousness began to blur, and he couldn't stop shaking all over.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing hurriedly ran over, intending to help Zhan Yuanshan up, "Sir, how are you? Let me help you up."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jing realized that Zhan Yuanshan was having an attack, and the situation was very critical.
She wanted to call for help, but this place was too quiet, there wasn't anyone around, and despite shouting several times, no one appeared.
Qiao Jing thought for a bit, then slightly turned Zhan Yuanshan's pockets to look for a phone or some identification to contact his family.
However, there was nothing on Zhan Yuanshan, he hadn't brought anything with him.
