The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 566

She dropped to a squat, reaching out to check the old man's carotid artery. At the same time, her other hand quickly peeled back his eyelids to check his pupillary response.

His heart rate was sluggish, and his pupils were dilated—suspected acute myocardial infarction.

Once the symptoms matched, Leilani didn't hesitate for a second. She immediately loosened his collar, interlaced her hands, and pressed down on his chest, beginning CPR.

One, two, three.

Leilani kept a silent count, her palms rising and falling against the man's chest with a precise, forceful, and steady rhythm, as if she had practiced this thousands of times.

Her fluid, seamless movements left the surrounding pedestrians stunned.

"Is... is this girl a professional doctor? Her movements are so smooth."

"I have no idea, but judging by how professional she looks, she must be."

"Oh my God, where did this angel come from? She's so beautiful and kind-hearted."

"She's definitely a pro. With skills like that, she's just as good as the doctors our school brought in for first-aid training..."

Sunlight spilled over Leilani's focused profile, highlighting her elegant, composed features.

CPR is physically exhausting. After just three cycles, a fine layer of sweat had already formed on Leilani's forehead, but her gaze remained calm and steady, without a hint of panic.

"Cough...!"

Finally, the unconscious man on the ground gasped sharply, his eyelids fluttering.

"He's awake! He's awake!"

A cheer erupted from the crowd.

Leilani didn't relax. She immediately supported the old man's head, adjusting his position to ensure his airway remained clear while checking his pulse again.

"Don't move. Stay in this position and wait for the ambulance," she instructed.

Her voice was clear, steady, and carried an unquestionable air of authority.

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