"Wake up, wake up! It seems Old Mr. Kline is awake!" someone exclaimed.
After completing five cycles, Aylin was only slightly out of breath. She meticulously checked Wesley's lips, facial color, and nail beds without missing a single detail.
Upon noticing that everything gradually turned rosy, they finally relaxed completely.
Thankfully, just as she had anticipated, she remained conscious for five rounds.
Before Wesley fainted, the last thing he saw was the bright ceiling above him. When he woke up, he was greeted by Aylin's relieved and contented face.
"Aylin, is that you..."
Wesley's weak voice couldn't produce a complete tone, but Aylin stopped his hand and calmly comforted him, "Don't speak yet, just focus on steadying your breath."
The entire room was astonished, and even Harol
