She was oblivious to the oozing cuts on her arms as her focus was centered on his falling body, and she rushed to cup his face in her hands.
"Mu Yazhe… come sit up. I'll feed you your medication…"
There was no response from him.
The pain had robbed him of his consciousness.
She hugged his shoulders and attempted to help him sit up. Unfortunately, his body was too heavy for her to lift.
She looked frustratingly at the tablets in her hand and then at the man's face which was contorted with pain. Telling herself that there was no time to lose, she hurriedly got another glass of water and rested his head on a cushion on the sofa.
As she held his nape to steady his face upward, she dissolved the tablets in the water before she took a mouthful and then carefully spritzed it into his mouth.
His throat moved as he swallowed the water. She took another mouthful and transferred the rest of the medication into his mouth.
