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.

"Bullshit! Did you see how she handled that emergency? Does that look like someone with no skills?"

"Exactly! Clive must have just been jealous of her and tried to drag her name through the mud on purpose!"

"Tsk, tsk. The Sloan family is so rotten to the core. They can't even tolerate a talent like this..."

Leilani ignored the chatter around her, staying focused until the wail of the ambulance siren drew near.

The paramedics quickly took over. Only then did Leilani step back, raising a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow. The sleeves of her blouse were rolled up slightly, revealing a faint scar on her wrist that faded in and out of the sunlight.

"Miss, please wait a moment!"

A police officer called out, walking over. He was the local beat cop responsible for the area and had witnessed Leilani's entire rescue effort.

He approached her with a polite and respectful attitude—after all, what officer in charge of local safety wouldn't appreciate a good Samaritan?

"Are you planning to ride in the ambulance with the gentleman? If not, to prevent any unnecessary trouble for you later on, we just need you to file a brief incident report with us."