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Jiang Li knew he would be like this and said helplessly, "The surveillance cameras on the section of the Wangjiang South Road showed that he fell into the river in order to pick up something... He has already fallen in for a few minutes, and there are no surveillance cameras there. I'm not sure about the specific situation... Don't worry, I've already notified the nearest fire and rescue team and asked them to rush over there. I'm also rushing over..."

The black Phaeton made a sudden stop and almost hit the green belt on the side of the road!

The light and shadow in front of Ye Wangchuan's eyes condensed, and his breathing couldn't help but tighten. It felt as if someone was pinching his neck, and he was unable to breathe for a moment. The scene of his cousin dying alone Hashed vividly across his mind. His only wish had been for him to take good care of Ye Qichen...

He slammed on the accelerator and sped towards the location given by Jiang Li.

"The kid's face is blue and cold. I'm afraid it's hopeless."

"He's so pitiful. It seems like he's only 5 or 6 years old. His family will be so sad that he drowned at such a young age." "Is the ambulance here yet?" "I just called. Traffic control is at the intersection ahead, and they'll take at least half an hour to get here."

"1 also called."

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was slightly surprised to see that Qiao Nian knew first aid. "She's doing cardiac

at Qiao Nian, an uneasy feeling crept onto her. She pursed her mouth and said in a low voice, "Since when did my sister learn this? Don't tell me she watched it on TV and randomly learned it? The child is still so young, isn't it better to wait for

she wasn't a professional, and if anything happened to the child, she

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