After two minutes, Natashsa finally coughed and spit some water out of her mouth.
She slowly opened her eyes.
She lay on the ground and turned to look at Edward who was doing artificial respiration for Villson.
Winson also turned around and came to Villson, full of anxiety..
Edward did not dare to give up, nor could he give up.
After five or six minutes of rescue, he finally lowered his head and slowly withdrew his hand.
Seeing that he did not move, Wendy lunged forward and grasped Edward's wrist.
"Villson hasn't woken up yet. You can save him. He still has to be saved."
Edward looks up at Winson with guilt.
Wendy cried, knelt in front of Edward, and cried out, "Please, help him, he is only two years old, he is only two years old......"
"Sorry, Wendy, I... tried my best."
Wendy bent over and held Villson tightly in her arms. She burst into tears and said, "No, no, Villson."
Natasha struggled to get up and climbed over to snatch Villson from Wendy's arms.