After closing the bathroom door, Zhang Heng did not rush to turn on the faucet. Instead, he looked at Mei Nan.
"We may be able to find another way. You don't have to do this …"
"Yes, you're right, but your friend probably can't wait that long," said Mei Nan. She then took a deep breath and turned on the faucet on the bathtub. "I may struggle later, and I can't help but lift my head. You have to make sure that my mouth and nose don't leave the water …"
Mei Nan paused and said, "Set the time at four minutes. If it's too short, I may not see anything valuable. If it's too long …"
"If it's too long, you may become brain dead. Even if you are saved, you will only become a vegetable," Zhang Heng said. "In the case of hypoxia, brain cells will die in about five minutes. I will let you breathe again in five minutes."
"Well, it's good that you know," said Mei Nan. "Well … I have nothing else to tell you."
She looked at the bathtub again, but the water was only half-filled.
Mei Nan took advantage of this time to unbutton her shirt and take off her coat, leaving only a small vest on.
Although she tried her best to act as normal as possible, her breathing still betrayed her inner feelings at the moment.
When the two met for the first time, Zhang Heng realized that Mei Nan was very light when he ran away with her in his arms. However, she usually dressed loosely, and it was difficult to tell from her appearance. Now that she took off her shirt, Zhang Heng realized that she was really thin. Her arms were thin, and there was almost no flesh on them.
Mei Nan did not seem to be used to being stared at like this. She crossed her arms and turned around slightly, muttering, "Why is it so cold?"
"Let me ask if there is anything that can be heated," Zhang Heng said as he opened the door.
But Mei Nan quickly stopped him. "Don't. This is fine. It won't take long anyway."
After that, the two did not speak until the bathtub was filled with water. Mei Nan reached out to test the temperature and said to Zhang Heng, "Let's start."
Zhang Heng nodded.
Meinan rarely had such a serious expression on her face, but since she had already made a decision, she did not hesitate and plunged into the bathtub.
The world became quiet at this moment. There was no other sound in her ears. Her black hair fluttered like seaweed, and a string of bubbles came out of her mouth. From the bottom of the sea to the surface, she was like a mermaid living at the bottom of the sea.
However, this beautiful scene did not last for too long.
Soon, Meinan began to feel the lack of oxygen. Her survival instinct made her want to raise her head and breathe air again, but her rationality made her maintain her current posture until the air in her lungs was getting lesser and lesser. Meinan also became more and more struggling.
But just as she was about to give up, a hand pressed down on her head, firmly pressing her face into the water.
The water in the bathtub shook violently.
Meinan's struggle became more and more intense. In the end, the desire to breathe overtook everything else. She desperately tried to pry open the arm behind her. Her nails scratched Zhang Heng's skin, leaving a trail of blood. However, she could not lift her head. After a while, as the oxygen in her body drained away, Meinan's struggle became weaker and weaker.
…
This process was also a torment for Zhang Heng, who was behind her.
Especially when he witnessed the whole process of Meinan drowning, watching her desperately struggle to survive. Not only could he not help her, but he also had to drag her into the abyss with his own hands.
People with poor mental fortitude might have broken down by now, but Zhang Heng's arm remained stable from beginning to end. Even when Meinan scratched his hand, Zhang Heng never let go.
But at the last moment, Zhang Heng hesitated and held one of Meinan's hands. He did not know if the latter had used up all her strength, but after Zhang Heng held her hand, she gradually calmed down.
After waiting for another five seconds, Zhang Heng carried the breathless Meinan out of the bathtub.
At this time, only a minute and a half had passed.
Zhang Heng placed Meinan's almost weightless body on the bath towel on the ground.
Now, Meinan looked like she was asleep. Her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, making her look weak and beautiful.
Zhang Heng stared at the needle on his right hand.
Four minutes was the first time he had felt so long.
Zhang Heng began to rescue Meinan twenty seconds earlier than the agreed time. He pressed both hands on Meinan's chest and performed CPR on her.
However, after a set of compressions, the latter did not respond.
Meinan's eyes were still closed, and she was not breathing.
Zhang Heng couldn't care less at this time. He directly put Meinan's head on his knees, bent down, and performed CPR on Meinan. After that, he repeated the previous compressions and performed CPR again …
After two rounds, Meinan's carotid artery finally began to pulse.
So Zhang Heng gave up on compressions and continued to repeat CPR.
Once their lips separated, Zhang Heng reached out and subconsciously checked Meinan's pulse, only to find that the latter had opened her eyes.
The two's eyes met, and the next moment, Meinan suddenly began to cough violently. She couldn't help but vomit on Zhang Heng's thigh. She hadn't eaten much since last night. She only drank some beer at the KTV and ate two bags of melon seeds. Now, she vomited out the undigested part.
However, Zhang Heng did not look disgusted. He picked up Meinan and put her back against the bathroom wall. He then wiped her hair and cheeks with a clean towel.
"I saw her, I saw her …" Meinan said in a weak voice.
"Well, we can talk later." Zhang Heng filled a glass with water for Meinan. "Rinse your mouth first."
Meinan reached out, but she almost lost her grip. At the critical moment, Zhang Heng held the bottom of the glass.
"Let me do it." Zhang Heng put the water in the glass to Meinan's mouth.
The latter took a sip, rinsed her mouth, and then spat it into the toilet. "Sorry, your pants … I didn't mean it."
"Considering that I just pressed your head under the water, you vomiting on my pants is already considered gentle," Zhang Heng said.
"For a moment, I was really worried that you wouldn't be able to save me. Or, even if you did save me, my brain would have suffered some irreversible damage." Meinan greedily took two more breaths. "I'm very sure that I probably won't do such a crazy thing again in this life."
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