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Qimu turned her head slightly to look at the woman. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that the woman was lying on the body of a seven or eight-year-old boy, in great pain. Next to her, there was a man who was completely drenched with sweat.

"Big Sis."

Qiao also followed Qimu's gaze, turning back to look at Qimu. With a frown, she softly called out to Qimu, her tone filled with worry and fear.

"I'll go take a look."

Qimu turned her head to look at Qiao. Her lips were curled into a habitual smile, and her voice was very soft and soft, like the floating white clouds in the horizon.

Then, Qimu seemed to have thought of something. She raised her eyes and glanced at Qiao. Her expression was calm and her gaze was unhurried as she continued:

"Remember to look after them."

Naturally, they were referring to Yangyang and Little Yiran.

Qiao was stunned for a moment before she nodded stiffly. She held the two children in her arms, her eyes glistening. She lowered her head with reddened eyes, apologizing in a myriad of ways.

Qimu used her hands to prop herself up from the ground. Her clothes, which had been given to her by her kind aunt, draped over her body. They fluttered in the wind, giving off a heavy and lonely feeling.

Qimu quickly tidied up the clothes. She didn't want to look pretty, but it would be fine as long as it could completely cover her body. She couldn't take back her clothes right now, so she decided to just leave it at this, as the child's life was more important.

"Elder sister."

Seeing that Qimu was about to leave, Yangyang suddenly broke away from Qiao's embrace and pulled a corner of Qimu's clothes. His eyes were red and swollen, and his clothes were also wet.

"Stay here and don't go anywhere."

Qimu glanced at him expressionlessly and said plainly. She didn't care about Yangyang pulling on her sleeve and walked straight ahead.

Unexpectedly, Yangyang, who was usually obedient, pulled Qimu's sleeves this time but refused to let go no matter how hard he dug. Under the force of Qimu's movement, his small body fell straight onto the riverbank and landed on the ground, rolling around in the mud all over his body, causing his small body to hurt.

Qimu heard Yangyang start to sob again and her eyes focused. However, she continued to walk towards the mother and son. Behind her was the sound of Qiao hurriedly helping Yangyang up and comforting him in a soft voice.

"Auntie, please stand up and let me see."

Qimu squatted down beside the boy and looked at the woman crying on the boy's chest. She couldn't help but frown as she spoke.

The woman's weight was all on the body of a child. Even if the child was lucky and still had some anger, it would still be crushed.

"What did you say?" What are you looking at? "My son, my son! You want to live, why hasn't the doctor come yet …"

Qimu saw that the woman only glanced at her in grief and didn't move. As before, she continued to wail and raise her voice slightly as she said,

"If you want him to live, then hurry up and get up. We're so far from the Lee family. When Doctor Faang arrives, the yellow flowers will be cold. Saving a life is more important."

The drowning man, after being rescued from the water, had to clean up the foreign body in his mouth and nose in time and stabilize his position on his side. Qimu saw that the drowning man had to clean up the foreign body in his mouth and nose in time and then stabilize his body, but this woman just kept crying and did nothing else.

"What?" What did you say? My Caogen will definitely live. What yellow flower dish? You little girl, no good words. Doctor Faang, why aren't you here yet? My poor son … "

The woman stared at Qimu. When she saw that Qimu was about to touch her son, she pushed him away and hugged him tightly. Her dark face was streaked with tears.

"Little girl, get up. Don't worry about it. I've already watched this child when I rescued him ashore. He's dead. There's really no saving him anymore. Ai, I pity his mother too."

The man who had just saved Qimu by the side reached out his hand to help Qimu up. His thick hand patted Qimu's shoulder. He shook his head, sighed, and said sorrowfully.

"Thank you."

Qimu borrowed that person's strength to rise up and thank him before walking towards the mother and son again. This time, she did not squat down, but stood straight beside the woman and looked down at her.

"If you want your son to live, then stand to the side first. Don't delay saving others. How big is your son's life? Can you wait until Doctor Faang arrives?"

The woman stretched out her finger and pointed it straight at Qimu. With a trembling voice, she said,

"You! "If it wasn't for you, my son …"

However, as if she was stopped by the darkness that flashed across Qimu's eyes, she slowly moved her body to the side and stared at Qimu. That gaze made her want to slice Qimu into a thousand pieces.

Qimu ignored him. She squatted down and stretched out a finger towards the boy's nose. After a few moments, she realized that it was just as the man said. There was no air at all. She couldn't help but feel nervous.

Opening up the boy's sleeve, Qimu touched his thin wrist, trying to feel the pulse of the child. After a moment, she suddenly realized that the child didn't have a pulse, and her eyes narrowed, thinking that the child was only unconscious. After all, he had been able to stay in the water for so long, it was impossible for him to not know how to swim.

Qimu didn't expect that she would actually reach the stage of 'faking death'. Of course, it was also possible that she was already dead. Qimu made up her mind and, with the attitude of wanting to give it a try no matter what, undid the child's belt and opened the child's shirt.

Just as she was about to check if there were any foreign objects in the child's mouth, unexpectedly, the boy's mother threw herself onto her body, preventing her from doing anything. She muttered under her breath:

"What are you doing? What are you doing?! "You didn't save my son when you were in the river, and now you still came to grind my son's clothes. What are you doing with his clothes? You little girl, are you even going to be shameless in broad daylight? My poor child …"

Qimu frowned deeply. Her originally weak and transparent body was pressed so hard that she couldn't breathe. She felt waves of dizziness in her head and her consciousness began to dissipate.

In times of emergency, the women who had been surrounding the boy and the man hurriedly pulled her away. Before Qimu could say anything, she jumped over to the boy and checked his mouth to make sure there were no foreign objects. Then she started to breathe through his mouth before she could 'control the water'.

At the sight of this, the woman, who was still muttering noisily, instantly quieted down. She held her breath and looked around at the people around her, as if she was petrified by Qimu's strange movements. Her eyes burned with hope.

Qimu repeated the routine of artificial respiration and heart massage for a long time, over and over again. She couldn't remember just how many times she had done it.

"Aunt Wu, Doctor Faang isn't coming …"

Qimu sat on the ground and pressed her fingers on the child's wrist for a long time. She glanced at the water rippling and leisurely flowing, then lowered her head expressionlessly as she spoke in a low voice.

"I did my best."

He really did his best, but he still …

When Aunt Wu (the mother of a boy) heard this, she rushed in front of Qimu, grabbed Qimu's arm, and dug her nails deep into her nails.

"My son is still alive and well. Doctor Faang will come! "He will come …"

"You little girl, what the hell are you to say such words!"

"I was foolish enough to believe you. It was you, it was you, I clearly saw you. You hit my son in the river, and you caused my son's death. If you didn't hit him, how could he have ended up like this …?"

"I'm such a fool to see you touch my son …"

"Scram, scram. I don't want to see you again …"

Aunt Wu held onto Qimu tightly and swayed as she questioned her. She pursed her pale lips, not knowing where to start. The dizziness in her mind was like a tornado, getting worse and worse. Everything before her gradually blurred.

When the crowd saw that Aunt Wu had lost her composure, they hurriedly went forward to pull her and Qimu away. When the man saw Qimu's weak appearance, he went forward to support her and told her:

"Aunt Wu, this girl really wanted to save someone. Why do you blame her?"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Wu's emotions were stirred up like a stone, causing her to become even more agitated. With a look of disgust and sorrow, she spat on the ground and said hoarsely:

"What do you know? "If it wasn't for that girl, my son wouldn't have died at all. It's her, I saw that my son clearly wanted to swim to shore. It was her, it was her who kicked my son to prevent him from swimming to shore …"

Qimu raised her gaze slightly. A trace of disbelief flashed past her eyes. Did his son die because of her? Would she have kicked him away if his son hadn't been trying to step on her life and drag her down?

It was true that she had done the wrong thing, but when her life was at stake, she could not and had never thought of doing it. What right did she have to do it?

I'll go and save you. If I still can't save you in the end, won't I have to die with you?

If she was really going to pursue this matter to the end, why would Yangyang be sitting in a broken boat, it must be related to her son. Yangyang was alone, without a child to take care of him, he didn't have the ability to do so.

Moments later, Qimu lifted her head and looked at the already slightly crazed Aunt Wu. Her lips curled up into an extremely faint smile as she said in an indifferent manner:

"Aunt Wu, you should have seen what happened in the water the best. After all, that is your son. What did I do? Why would I do that?"

After she finished speaking, Qimu did not linger any further. The matter had come to this, and she had already done what she had set out to do. She walked up to Qiao's side and held Yangyang's hand as she calmly said:

"Let's go back."

Qiao glanced timidly at Aunt Wu's sobbing face, then she hugged Yiran and nodded slightly. Following behind Qimu, the two of them left the area at a leisurely pace, one in front of the other.

"Just you wait, I want you to pay with your life!" "My poor child …"

Qimu's back stiffened and her hand that was holding Yangyang tightened. This was the last thing she heard.