Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law-Chapter 202 - Hope of Life_1

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Hope of Life_1

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Hope of Life_1

Like scenes from a black-and-white film, flashes of her past life swept through Nan Fei’s mind, and she could no longer handle the rush of the river. No matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain.

As though she were mad, she struggled at the bottom of the river, exerting all her effort, desperately searching. The unbearable pain of holding her breath in her chest, and her limbs had already lost sensation. But the river flowed too fast, and gradually she could no longer hold on and was being carried downstream.

Her vision blurred into a dazzling white haze. Just as she was on the brink of exhaustion and about to pass out, she vaguely saw Jiang Yang’s white T-shirt amid the underwater plants.

Nan Fei fought furiously in the water, but her strength had been exhausted, and she could no longer push forward. Her body was like a floating weed, helplessly carried away by the current. The surge of hope that had suddenly risen shattered before her eyes.

At this moment, Nan Fei profoundly understood what overwhelming despair was. She pleaded with the heavens countless times to grant her another chance. But when that chance came, she failed to seize it.

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Her intense regret instantly obliterated all her hope.

Slowly, Nan Fei closed her eyes, giving up the struggle, giving up trying, and even giving up the hope of survival.

She should have died alongside her brother long ago.

Just as she was losing consciousness, a swift figure like a sharp sword fiercely rushed into the water plants. Without a trace of hesitation or drags, the rescuing actions were so skilled as if the person had done it countless times before.

From jumping into the water to reaching the shore, it merely took less than thirty seconds.

The bank was already crowded with people.

“Quick! Perform first aid immediately!” The clothes on Huo Beijiang’s body were tightly wrapped around him, showing off his muscular physique. His handsome face was gloomy, and his lips held tightly together.

“Make way, make way!”

“Brother-in-law…my brother…” Zhuanzhuan knelt on the bank, her tears streaming down her face when she saw Huo Beijiang carrying Jiang Yang ashore. Suddenly she remembered something, her face became even uglier, she cried out in utter horror, “Where’s my sister, my sister, where’s my sister?”

People quickly parted to open a path on the bank, and Ying Jiuming squeezed out of the crowd in a hurry, shouting, “Beijiang, your wife just jumped into the water to save someone, she hasn’t resurfaced yet!”

Hearing this, an irrepressible panic flashed across Huo Beijiang’s calm and sharp eyes.

For the first time in his life, Captain Huo, the fearless and bold who could snatch a gun with his bare hands and chase down a killer for thousands of miles, felt what fear and panic were.

“Give Jiang Yang to me, I’ll give him first aid.” Ying Jiuming had learned first aid at the police academy. He was the most suitable person among everyone at the scene. Any further delay, and even a god wouldn’t be able to save him.

Huo Beijiang put Jiang Yang on the bank, and once again dived back into the water.

By now, the bank was already in bustling chaos. Jiang Dechun and Zhang Fengmei hadn’t come back yet from stocking up on goods. The grandparents, who were waiting on the bank, were shaking all over with concern when they saw Jiang Yang being brought up, and they quickly surrounded him.

Ying Jiuming yelled out, “Everyone move back, move back, don’t disturb me.” He was dressed in a police uniform, so the villagers were already scared of him. Upon hearing his words, they gave way.

They anxiously waited by the side!

“Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang…” Guan Rufang usually liked to call Jiang Yang “little fool”, but now seeing her grandson lying unconscious on the ground, her bloated stomach and tears streaming down her old face, she couldn’t help but cry.

She was all bark and no bite. How could she not love her own grandson?

“My poor grandson!”

Although Ying Jiuming was anxious, he remained composed on the outside. As he was giving artificial respiration, his hands were constantly performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation. After several unsuccessful attempts, using his strength, he lifted the person up with his knees against his back.

“Wake up! Get up for me.” Ying Jiuming took a firm stance, increasing the force in his hands, his forehead throbbing with strain.

He stubbornly refused to give up.