Cheng Ziyang's head was dizzy and his whole body ached, but his mind was still clear. He tried to open his eyes, looking at Dong Xin Yan whose eyes were blurry with tears. He struggled to lift his hand, gently wiping the tears spilling from Dong Xin Yan's eyes, wanting to tell her it was okay, not to worry. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a metallic taste filled his throat and blood seeped from the corner of his lips.
Dong Xin Yan's tears flowed even more fiercely, "Ziyang, I'll take you to the hospital, we're going to the hospital right now."
As Dong Xin Yan spoke, she reached out to support Cheng Ziyang. However, having just experienced near-drowning, her strength had not fully recovered. At the moment, she couldn't lift him, but she still gritted her teeth and used all her strength to help Cheng Ziyang stand.
She lifted his arm, placing it over her shoulder, her hand encircling his waist, and began to walk step by step with great difficulty.
