Chapter: 392

The lively sounds of other park-goers felt both near and distant, leaving Norah with a complex expression. Was it up to her to break the silence between them?

"Splash!"

“Help! Somebody help! Somebody fell into the water!"

“Help! "

“Help, please!"

Just as Norah gathered her thoughts to dispel the quiet between them, urgent cries pierced the air, halting her intentions. The calls for assistance multiplied, slicing through the calm atmosphere and igniting a wave of commotion among the bystanders.

Curious onlookers from all corners of the park were quickly drawn to the source of the disturbance, congregating around the area where the drama unfolded.

By the time Norah and Sean made their way to the crowd, the individual who had fallen was already being pulled from the water.

The victim was a young man barely in his twenties. He lay there, drenched.

“Please help save my brother! My brother has just fallen into the water by accident. Does anyone know about first aid treatment? Is there anyone kind enough to help save him? I'm begging you. Please!"

A blonde-haired woman was on her knees, presumably the victim's sister, tears streaming down her face. Yet, her pleas were met with indifference as the onlookers hesitated to intervene.

“I've already called for an ambulance. Let's hope it gets here soon so your brother can receive the help he needs," one bystander said, trying to provide some comfort.

"May your brother be safe and sound. Our thoughts are with him," another voiced, sending well-wishes her way, yet like the others, took no direct action to assist.

The rescuer, who had just rescued the fallen man, stood nearby, squeezing the water from his shirt, visibly frustrated by the lack of assistance from the crowd.

As he weighed the decision to intervene further, a clear, authoritative female voice cut through the noise, commanding attention. “Everyone, please give us some space!"

Norah donned a flowing chic beige gown and navigated her way through the bustling crowd with determination.

Initially driven by curiosity, Norah had ventured forth to observe the unfolding events. Amidst the multitude gathered in the park, she wondered if a single soul possessed the knowledge of CPR. Alas, it appeared that such expertise was lacking amidst the crowd's expanse.

The young man evidently still clung to life, yet with each passing moment of delay, the grim inevitability of death loomed ever closer.

Norah, having previously witnessed the tardiness of the ambulance service in Otland, harbored no illusions of timely arrival and knew better than to rely on it for prompt assistance.

"Make way, everyone! I'm a doctor. Clear some space. Thank you,"

Norah declared, her voice cutting through the commotion Like a surgeon's scalpel.

Sean, playing the role of her right-hand man, diligently dispersed the onlookers, creating a protective circle for the imminent rescue operation.

Norah crouched, swift and purposeful, laying the young man flat and securing his airway, deftly adjusting his collar and belt to prevent any obstruction.

Having swiftly completed the necessary actions, Norah promptly instructed the young man's sister. “Come here and assist with CPR resuscitation."