You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 114

A good variety of drugs in different bottles.

There was a lot of chatter among the onlookers.

"There are so many kinds of medicine. How could we know which one to give her, hurry up and call an

ambulance."

"It's too late! It looks like she is going into a comma."

"So that's her bag. No wonder it looks like she's looking for something, but it turns out she can't reach

her own bag."

"Does anyone know these drugs?"

Joyce was not influenced by the people around her, she immediately went up and helped Cecelia up. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Then she helped her lean forward to help her with her breathing and unbuttoned two buttons of

Cecelia’s blouse. Finally, she picked up the glucocorticoid aerosol, pinched Cecelia's chin, and sprayed

it several times into Cecelia's mouth.

Then Joyce opened one of the vials, took out the oral receptor agonist, put it in Cecelia's mouth, and

helped her swallow.

Soon, Cecelia’s breathing slowed down, though still heavily, and her face gradually returned to normal.

Among the crowd, someone recognized Joyce.

"Hey, isn't this the girl who jumped into the canal to save the man, as reported last time?"

"Yeah, Khebury Shining Star? That's her! That's her!"

"I'm sure she had learned first aid. Otherwise, I really don't know which one is the right one to use from

this pile of medicine."

"Even that would be well deserved."

After her asthma subsided, Joyce helped Cecelia to stand up and said with concern, "Auntie, let me

help you into the cafe for a while."

After Cecelia sat down in the cafe, Joyce asked the waiter for a cup of hot water and brought it to her.

The window was opened again for ventilation, asthma patients need a good air environment.

Cecelia drank a few sips of hot water and looked much better already. She looked at Joyce gratefully, "I

can see you know a lot of first aid knowledge, and you know asthma medication well. Are you a

doctor?"

Joyce waved her hand and smiled, "No, I just took some beginner first aid courses."

"By the way, I haven't asked you about your name. If I hadn't met you today, I would have put my life in

danger. Thank you so much." Cecelia looked at the girl in front of her with true appreciation. She really

liked the girl.

She was beautiful, kind, educated, and courageous, like herself back then.

"I'm waiting for someone and I'm a bit busy today. Please leave your number for me, and I will thank

you properly someday." Cecelia looked down at her watch, and the time was up.

"I …" Joyce froze. It turned out Cecelia did not recognize her.

And yes, Cecelia has no reason to know her.

The last time they met was at Riveria Haze, when her handbag accidentally fell on the floor and

Cecelia picked it up and returned it to her, and even now she could still remember her soft smile and

motherly kindness.

Cecelia saw Joyce did not speak and seemed to have some difficulties, and she said, "If it is

inconvenient for you, it is okay."

At this moment, Cecelia was well beyond just beauty. She was kind, gentle, mild, and noble. Whoever

stood beside her would instantly eclipse.

Joyce lightly pursed her lips and spoke, "Auntie, I'm the one you're waiting for."

Cecelia looked at her in disbelief.

"Auntie, I'm Joyce," Joyce said solemnly, biting her lip.