"No, no, no, no, no..." Nan Sichen didn't know what he could say at this moment, but he had only one belief, and that was he couldn't let Qin Yin die; he couldn't let her die.
His body trembling, he fished her out of the bathtub, "Someone, anyone, call an ambulance, quickly."
His voice shook and was in disarray as he called out.
The servant who had just planned to put away the bath towel and leave heard the cries and turned back again.
Clutching Qin Yin in his arms, Nan Sichen shook all over, his voice also quivering, "I told you that without my permission, you are not allowed to die, not allowed to die. Why won't you obey, why?"