Just then, the main gate was pushed open. The doorman, a sour look on his face, saw the down-and-out scholar in coarse linen and immediately kicked him. "Where did this drunk come from? Get lost! The General Mansion is no place for you to make a scene!"
The door slammed shut again.
Yan Wen was a scholar, frail to begin with. Combined with being drunk and soaked by the rain, the kick landed right on his solar plexus. He couldn't catch his breath and fell flat on his back.
Song Lianhe had been watching the spectacle, but seeing him collapse so stiffly, without any reaction at all, she knew something was wrong. A complicated look flickered across her face. Finally, gritting her teeth, she rushed into the rain and pressed her ear to his chest, listening for a heartbeat.
'It stopped?!'
With no time to think, she immediately started performing CPR on him!
Song Lianhe's movements were steady, and her expression was so different she looked like another person entirely.
