"Qin Ya and her son were there," Wang Qiya stepped forward and explained. "A truck hit them head-on. By the time her son was pulled from the car, he had already stopped breathing."
"Stopped breathing?" Wong Qifu's expression changed abruptly. If someone had died, the matter would become much more complicated.
"But he lived," Wang Qiya added.
"He lived?" Wong Qifu frowned. "Didn't you say he had stopped breathing?"
"Yes, but Xu Ke saved him," Wang Qiya said.
"What?" Wong Qifu's previously unchanging expression completely altered. She turned to look at Xu Ke. "You know medicine?" How had she never heard of this?
"I do," Xu Ke nodded. Looking at Wong Qifu's expression, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pang of guilt.
