Qiao Yi's face was deathly pale, having swallowed quite a bit of water, and she was still coughing.
"Qiao Yi!"
"Sister Qiao Yi!"
"Miss Qiao Yi!"
A waiter hurried over with a towel.
George took the towel and wiped his sister's little face, but she was still coughing badly, her body trembling.
Little Xiahua was a bit worried, "Do we need to go to the medical room?"
Having gone out with Song Zhen and the others many times, she knew Song Zhen's resorts were all equipped with medical rooms.
Yunxi helped Qiao Yi straighten her legs, seeing she was still coughing, he leaned forward and embraced her whole body, letting her lean on his shoulder, one arm wrapped around her, the other skillfully patting her back.
His face was also pale with tension, and he said in a calm voice, "Try to breathe deeply, don't strain yourself, relax against me, relax, relax, don't be afraid."
Yunxi patted her for quite a while before she gradually got better.
