"Yes, yes, yes, let's save him first, see if there's any hope."
Li Xiaoli nodded repeatedly, and then let go of Mu Zixin.
The two women ran back to Tang Ming's side, looking at him helplessly.
"What should we do now?"
Mu Zixin asked Li Xiaoli nervously.
"Oh, you give Brother Tang Ming CPR, and I'll help get the water out of his lungs."
Li Xiaoli pressed down on Tang Ming's chest: "I've seen her save you before, it should be fine."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Mu Zixin didn't hesitate, pried open Tang Ming's mouth, and started CPR.
Li Xiaoli was pounding on Tang Ming's chest with force.
"Damn it, if I wake up now and they find out I've been faking, I'll die a horrible death."
Pretending to be dead, Tang Ming was conflicted, mostly because he didn't expect the two girls to be so frantic, leaving him a bit stuck.
"No response."
Mu Zixin looked at Li Xiaoli in dismay.
"Come on, let's punch together. Maybe my strength is too weak, not getting any water out."
