"Sister Rong Sheng, what's wrong with him? Hurry and take his pulse!"
Next door, Su Yingxue sensed that something bad was happening, and her heart was also suspended in fear.
Chu Yifeng's fist made the hole larger, his gaze suddenly tense, "Chu Yifeng!"
He can't die!
"Yingxue, he doesn't have a pulse, I can't feel his pulse anymore, he..."
Rong Sheng's eyes brimmed with panic-stricken tears, her gaze frantic and helpless.
Chu Yihan looked around, managed to lift the entire thick beam, and then passed Su Yingxue through, "Save him!"
His eyes, grave, fixed on Su Yingxue, carrying a heavy hope.
Su Yingxue nodded, looking at him supporting the beam, "Hubby, be careful!"
She had to stay by Rong Sheng's side, so Chu Yihan had to keep supporting the beam the whole time.
Su Yingxue acted swiftly, realizing that Chu Yifeng was only temporarily in shock, she quickly joined Rong Sheng in administering aid.
