Xiaoxiao was completely unable to hear what the others were saying; her mind was wholly occupied by that sentence, "Yang Ming is out of breath." Didn’t "out of breath" mean dead?
She couldn’t bear the thought of a day without Yang Ming. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and tears inadvertently streamed down her face.
Seeing the courtyard crowded with people, she ran over quickly, pushing through the throng to see Yang Ming lying on the ground.
She shouted at the crowd, "Move back, all of you! You’re crowding him so much, he can’t breathe."
Then Xiaoxiao started to feel Yang Ming’s nose for breath; there really was none. She touched his neck to check for a pulse; there was barely one, and her heart went cold.
Some in the crowd, witnessing Xiaoxiao check if Yang Ming still had breath, couldn’t bear to watch and started consoling her, "The dead cannot come back to life; you should accept it and mourn."
Xiaoxiao shot a fierce glare, "You’re the one who’s dead, your whole family is dead."
Xiaoxiao disregarded the murmurings of the crowd. She didn’t believe her dear husband could be dead; he wouldn’t abandon her . He was just too tired, simply asleep.
She couldn’t give up on him; she had to perform cardiac resuscitation.
She quickly undid her husband’s clothes and repeatedly pressed down on his chest, all the while repeating aloud.
"Husband, don’t die, don’t die, please wake up, wake up! What would I do if you died? I have prepared so many surprises for you that you haven’t seen yet."
She was nearly crying too hard to see, and seeing that her husband had no reaction, she pried open Yang Ming’s mouth and began to breathe air into him time after time.
The onlookers were stunned by the scene; Yang Ming was dead, and what was his wife doing?
Some even turned their heads away, commenting, "He’s dead, and she’s still shamelessly doing this."
Xiaoxiao didn’t care about them; she persisted in her efforts, continually performing cardiac resuscitation on Yang Ming, alternating between chest compressions and artificial respiration. After several repetitions, her forehead was dripping with sweat.
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted, "Look, Yang Ming is waking up!"
Xiaoxiao was in the midst of breathing air into Yang Ming when she heard this. She immediately looked up and met Yang Ming’s eyes. She burst into tears, with all her emotions erupting, "Wuuu wuuu."
While crying, she pounded on Yang Ming’s chest, "Were you trying to scare me to death? Were you? Wuuu wuuu."
Crying turned into laughter, and Xiaoxiao burst out laughing. Then she threw herself onto Yang Ming, "You’ve finally come back to life."
Seeing this, no one in the crowd thought of Yang Ming’s wife as shameless anymore; they realized she had been saving Yang Ming’s life and couldn’t help but clap for her.
"It’s a miracle, she brought a dead man back to life."
At this moment, Yang Ming was very weak, and when he opened his eyes, he saw his weeping wife kissing him. Then he saw her shift from crying to laughing, and he spoke softly, "Wife."
Upon hearing Yang Ming’s voice, Xiaoxiao immediately motioned with her hand, "Don’t speak; you’re very weak right now. Save your strength."
After speaking, she stood up and addressed the crowd, "Who can help me carry Yang Ming inside? Who will go and fetch a doctor for me? And ask the kitchen to help prepare some porridge."
Everyone immediately did as Xiaoxiao instructed. Several people carried Yang Ming back to his room, and as soon as Xiaoxiao entered, she was overwhelmed by the lingering smell.
"Do you want my husband to die again?"