She called out to him over and over by his ear, and finally, she noticed that he had slightly relaxed, his clenched jaw loosening.
Chiang Shiao took another mouthful of water, pressed her lips to his, and finally, managed to feed the water into his mouth.
Luckily, Meng Xinian was still able to swallow.
Seeing him drink the water, the tension Chiang Shiao had been holding in her heart suddenly released, and she felt a sense of relief.
Regardless of anything else, she dared to assure that the Spirit Spring Water could cure him, it had to.
But she didn't dare to apply medicine to him at that moment, for how could she then take him back? Even if she managed to get him back, how would she explain it? That she had run out alone, saved someone, and then carefully applied medicine to him?
After the intense anxiety subsided, Chiang Shiao's rationality returned.
