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Performing chest compressions is not an easy task; the rescuer must ensure adequate strength and frequency.
After kneeling to perform dozens of compressions on Gu Yu, Tang Yuran felt her arms growing tired.
Most importantly, the wound on her left shoulder throbbed with a piercing pain, following her rhythmic movements.
Such pain made her tears fall uncontrollably, one by one.
You can't cry, Tang Yuran, you can't cry...
While forcefully performing chest compressions on Gu Yu, Youran kept repeating this to herself in her mind.
"Young lady, what are you doing??"
"This young man seems to have stopped breathing; what's the point of your fussing around?"
"Exactly, wait for the ambulance, don't just mess around here."
People in the crowd continually questioned Youran's actions.
Hearing these words, Youran felt a pain in her heart, which almost overshadowed the pain on her shoulder.
Gu Yu, Gu Yu, you must be okay, you can't be like this!
