The door closed softly. To avoid stimulating him, only a dim bedside lamp was turned on in the room. Chen An walked to the bedside and leaned over to check Tong Minghai's carotid artery. "How do you feel?"
Tong Minghai clutched his chest, his face flushed, breathing uneven. "I just feel blocked and uncomfortable, with a sharp pain in my chest."
Chen An pulled his hand away from his chest and placed his palm on it, not detecting a rapid heartbeat. "Any other feelings?"
Tong Minghai nodded with difficulty. "Breathing difficulty."
Chen An frowned deeply, straightened up, and walked to the drawer to take out the medical kit in the room. By the time he returned, Tong Minghai's eyes were closed tightly, and the hand on his chest had fallen.
Chen An was startled. He reached out to support his eyelids, opening them to check. "Wake up!"
