Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1091 - 1001: Those Years 11

Wen Shuangshuang felt a bit anxious. When she pushed the rescued person onto the shore earlier, the people there said that the one called Dang Dalong hadn’t been in the water for very long.

He likely got entangled in aquatic plants as soon as he went into the water. If they acted quickly and got him out earlier, he might have a slim chance of survival.

Although she was very tired, for the sake of saving a life, Wen Shuangshuang continued to submerge and come up for air repeatedly.

Her efforts paid off. After an unknown number of dives, Wen Shuangshuang found an eight or nine-year-old boy with his eyes closed, trapped among the aquatic plants and seemingly unconscious. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This must be the Dang Dalong everyone was talking about. Wen Shuangshuang cautiously approached him, careful not to get her feet caught in the plants, and quickly tore away the plants wrapped around him before swiftly carrying him to the surface.

After pushing him up onto the riverbank, Wen Shuangshuang was too exhausted to climb up herself, only managing to grasp the riverside with her hands as her lower body dangled in the water, gasping for breath.

It was someone on the bank who grabbed her hand and forcibly pulled her up, and Wen Shuangshuang’s legs couldn’t stop trembling.

In just a few minutes, she had dived countless times and rescued two people in a row, depleting her energy completely.

Trembling all over, Wen Shuangshuang clambered onto the shore. In her earlier urgency, she didn’t feel it, but now that the people were saved, she felt so exhausted that she didn’t want to move a finger.

It was only when she got to the riverbank that Wen Shuangshuang realized the person who pulled her up was a rugged-looking man. She recognized him as Sheng Zongze, a male Zhiqing from the Zhiqing camp.

But he had always been reserved and indifferent, not liking to interact with others. Wen Shuangshuang wasn’t familiar with him at all; in fact, neither the villagers nor the Zhiqing were close to him. Wen Shuangshuang remembered that this Sheng Zongze would join the military and leave this place next year.

Sheng Zongze’s features had a slightly mixed-race look — a high nose, deep-set eyes, handsomely rivaling Bai Xiaojie, but a different type of handsome man altogether.

Bai Xiaojie was of the gentle, feminine type, whose looks were particularly liked by girls.

Sheng Zongze, on the other hand, had a more rugged handsomeness, exuding a sense of strength, a very masculine beauty.

However, Wen Shuangshuang didn’t have time to take another look as she was drawn away by a heart-wrenching cry.

Turning her head, she saw that the young Dang Dalong she had just saved was surrounded by a man and a woman. At this moment, the woman was crying heart-wrenchingly, and the man, too, was staring at his unresponsive son on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Dang Dalong’s parents, Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen, were both orphans, which is why they both carried the surname Dang. They grew up together in the orphanage, married with deep affection.

Having no other relatives, they only had this one son, Dang Dalong, which they cherished like a treasure. They handled him with care, afraid he might get hurt or sick. Now, with Dang Dalong in such a state, Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen were struggling to cope with the shock.

Forcing herself to stand up, Wen Shuangshuang staggered over. After being rescued, the water in Dang Dalong’s stomach had been cleared out, his once bulging belly returning to normal, but he still hadn’t woken up.

Approaching, Wen Shuangshuang reached out to check Dang Dalong’s breathing; there was none. Unwilling to give up, she checked his neck for a pulse.

Feeling warmth with her touch, his body appeared no different from a living person’s. As she carefully sensed the pulse under her fingers, a faint, weak throb tickled her fingertips, making Wen Shuangshuang’s heart leap with joy: he wasn’t completely gone yet.

Wen Shuangshuang immediately began performing chest compressions for CPR on Dang Dalong’s chest. The surrounding villagers were unaware of what she was doing, but two Zhiqing understood that she was administering first aid.

With both artificial respiration and CPR, perhaps it was fate that Dang Dalong’s life didn’t end there. After a long while of effort, just as Wen Shuangshuang doubted if her actions were in vain, the unresponsive Dang Dalong finally coughed, spitting out water, and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes still appeared bewildered, unfocused as they gazed at the people around him. Meanwhile, Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen were embracing Dang Dalong with tears and laughter.

Still, Dang Dalong seemed to have no clue what was going on, looking dumbstruck. Soon, he suddenly pushed Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen away and fell over to the side, vomiting violently.

After throwing up, he lay on the ground limply, unresponsive no matter what Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen said.

In reality, Dang Dalong hadn’t heard anything his parents said. At that moment, his head felt like it was going to explode.

A constant ringing made it impossible for him to hear external sounds, while waves of nausea churned in his stomach. Even though he had already vomited everything, including stomach acids, by now he had nothing left to expel.

Luckily, Dang Aiguo and Dang Shuzhen didn’t cry for long before they found someone to help carry Dang Dalong to the clinic.

After that, Wen Shuangshuang was no longer involved. She and the others who had been immersed in the water rescuing people were all exhausted, one by one donning the discarded coats scattered on the riverbank and heading home.

When Wen Shuangshuang returned home, Aunt Qi had already prepared hot water. Previously, when Aunt Qi brought a rope and saw Wen Shuangshuang dive in to save people too, she worried that the water wasn’t quite warm yet. After soaking for so long, she might catch a cold.

So Aunt Qi went home in advance to boil water. Since her house had a large wooden tub for bathing, it was just right for giving Wen Shuangshuang a hot bath to drive away the chill.

When Wen Shuangshuang emerged from the wooden tub after her hot bath, Aunt Qi brought over a big bowl of thick ginger soup, warmly inviting her, "Shuangshuang, come drink some ginger soup. You soaked in the water for so long today; don’t catch a cold."

"Thank you, Auntie." Wen Shuangshuang took the ginger soup and thanked her, then sipped it slowly. The hot ginger soup slid into her stomach, warming her whole body. Her mind, which was slightly groggy from the cold, gradually cleared up.

That night, Aunt Qi cooked braised rabbit meat and braised fish in soy sauce, the aroma wafting far enough to lure the neighborhood children over, all thin and wide-eyed at the door, pulling at the heartstrings with their eagerness.

Aunt Qi gave each child two pieces of braised fish, satisfying their hunger and excitement.

These children knew their boundaries. Though greedy, the two pieces of fish were enough to send them on their way again.

At dinner, the usual disdain from Zhou Meijuan for Aunt Qi’s cooking was gone as she seated herself at the table, clearly planning to eat together.

Wen Shuangshuang and Aunt Qi both wore sour expressions; Wen Shuangshuang wasn’t begrudging the food. Rather, it was Zhou Meijuan’s behavior — shirking work and yet showing up unashamed for good meals — that she found particularly distasteful.