I Have 48 Hours a Day

After closing the bathroom door, Zhang Heng didn't rush to open the faucet, but looked at Fan Meinan again.

"We may find other ways. You don't have to be like this ..."

"Yes, you're right, but your friend probably can't wait that long." Fan Meinan took a deep breath and twisted the faucet on the bathtub. "I might struggle after waiting, I can't help thinking To raise your head, you need to make sure my nose and nose don't leave the water ... "

Fan Meinan paused and said, "Set the time at 4 minutes. If it is too short, I may not see anything valuable, if it is too long ..."

"If it is too long, you may have brain death, even if you save it, you can only become a vegetative." Zhang Heng said, "In the case of hypoxia, human brain cells will die in about 5 minutes, I will be in 5 minutes So you can breathe again. "

"Well, you know." Fan Meinan said, "Well ... I have nothing else to explain."

She glanced at the bathtub again, but the water was just halfway through.

Fan Meinan took this time to unbutton and took off his coat, leaving only a small vest inside.

Although she behaved as much as possible and as usual, the obviously aggravated breath still betrayed her feelings at the moment.

Before the two met Zhang Heng for the first time when she fled and held Fan Meinan, she found that she was very light, but she was usually loose and worn, and it was difficult to see it visually. Now when she takes off her coat, Zhang Hengcai She found that she was really thin, her arms were thin, and there was almost no meat.

Fan Meinan doesn't seem to be used to being stared at this way, turning his arms slightly, holding his arm and muttering, "Why is it so cold."

"I'll ask if there is anything that can be heated." Zhang Heng said as he opened the door.

But he was stopped shortly by Fan Meinan, "Don't, just like that, it doesn't take long anyway."

After that, they didn't talk anymore until the bathtub was filled with water. Fan Meinan reached out and tried the temperature of the water. To Zhang Hengdao, "Let's start."

The latter nodded.

Fan Meinan rarely had such a serious expression on his face, but now that she had made a decision, she didn't drag the water and plunged herself into the bathtub.

The world was quiet at this moment, and there were no other sounds in her ears. The black hair floated like algae, spit out a string of bubbles from her mouth, from the bottom to the water. At this moment, she was like A mermaid living on the ocean floor.

But this beautiful picture didn't last long.

Soon Fan Meinan felt a sense of hypoxia. The survival instinct made her want to lift her head and breathe in the air again, but her reason kept her in the current posture until the air in her lungs became less and less. Fan Meinan also became more and more struggling.

But just when she was about to hold on, she held her head in one hand and pressed her face firmly into the water.

The water in the bathtub was shaking violently.

Fan Meinan's struggle became more and more fierce. In the end, the desire for breathing surpassed everything. She desperately wanted to open the arm behind her back, her nails cut through Zhang Heng's skin, and blood stains were drawn. However, he was still unable to look up, and after a while, with the loss of oxygen, Fan Meinan's struggle strength became smaller and smaller.

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This process is also a torture for Zhang Heng behind him.

Especially when he saw the whole process of Dr. Fan Meinan drowning, watching her desperately survive, not only could not help her, but also dragged her into the abyss.

People with poor quality may have collapsed at this moment, but Zhang Heng ’s arms are stable from beginning to end. Even if the blood and flesh scratched by Fan Meinan are blurred, Zhang Heng has not released his hand from beginning to end.

However, at the last time, Zhang Heng hesitated a moment, still holding up Fan Meinan's hand. The latter did not know if it was exhausted, and Zhang Heng finally calmed down.

Until there was no more movement, after waiting another five seconds, Zhang Heng took Fan Meinan, who had no breath, out of the bathtub.

At this time, a minute and a half had passed.

Zhang Heng placed Fan Meinan's body with almost no weight on the floor towel.

Now Fan Meinan looks like she is asleep. Her hair is wet and sticks to her forehead, making her look weak.

Zhang Heng stared at the pointer of Shanghai Star, his right hand.

For four minutes, it was the first time for him to be so long.

Zhang Heng was rescued twenty seconds earlier than the agreed time, and his hands were pressed against Fan Meinan's chest to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

However, the latter did not respond after a set of compressions.

Fan Meinan still closed her eyes tightly and did not breathe.

At this time, Zhang Heng didn't care so much, directly put Fan Meinan's head on his knees, and lowered his body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ artificially breathe Fan Meinan, and then repeat the previous compression action before proceeding Artificial respiration ...

After two rounds, Fan Meinan's carotid artery finally began to have a pulse.

So Zhang Heng also gave up compression and continued to repeat artificial respiration.

Until one time the lips of the two separated, Zhang Heng reached out and subconsciously checked Fan Meinan's pulse, but found out that the latter did not know when to open his eyes.

The two eyes were opposite. The next moment, Fan Meinan suddenly started to cough violently, and then she could not help spitting on Zhang Heng's thigh. She didn't eat much from night to now, she only drank some beer at ktv. She ate two bags of melon seeds, and now she vomited up the undigested portion.

However, Zhang Heng didn't have any disgusting expression either. She hugged Fan Meinan so that she could lean against the bathroom wall, and then wiped her hair and cheeks with a clean towel.

"I saw her, I saw her ..." Fan Meinan said with a weak voice.

"Well, there's something to talk about later," Zhang Heng gave Fan Meinan some water with a washed glass. "Let's wash your mouth first."

Fan Meinan stretched out his hand, but almost failed to take it. Zhang Heng dragged the bottom of the cup at a critical time.

"Let me do it." Zhang Heng brought the water from the cup to Fan Meinan's mouth.

The latter took a sip, rinsed in his mouth, and spit into the toilet next to him. "Sorry, your pants ... I didn't mean it."

"Given that I've just pressed your head into the water all the time, it's relatively gentle for you to spit on my pants." Zhang Hengdao.

"For a moment, I was really worried that you wouldn't save me, or you could save me back but my brain had suffered irreversible damage." Fan Meinan breathed a couple of breaths, "I'm pretty sure I'll probably I won't do such crazy things anymore. "