Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos had been nice to Debbie all this time, and she really couldn't die like this.

Her will to live was so strong that she found the strength to swim upwards again.

After what felt like an eternity, she could breathe again. She took several breaths and shouted for help. "Help me..." Her voice could hardly be heard. She grabbed onto one of the concrete supports of the bridge and hung on for dear life.

Many people gathered on the bridge, and more people were arriving. A first-aid team arrived as well.

The moment she emerged from the water, someone saw her. "Look! Someone's there!"

Debbie was too tired, and when her fingers slipped from the concrete and she sank into the water again, she heard several people jump into the river.

Her chest burned like fire. She had no strength left at all; she closed her eyes and stopped struggling.

'Carlos Huo, I'm sorry...' Then she lost consciousness.

Debbie was awakened by the cold. She blinked, but the light was so blinding that she closed her eyes to stop the headache she felt coming on.

She heard people talking in her ear. Opening her eyes slowly again, she saw the blue sky.

'Am I still alive?' she thought.

"She's awake!" said a strange voice. "Is the ambulance here? She woke up!"

"Girl, are you all right?"

Debbie nodded by instinct. But she felt very cold, both physically and mentally. She was shivering, and for some reason, she was getting hot flashes. She wasn't sure why.

Someone helped her to her feet. She then noticed that she was wearing a man's coat. It was part of a uniform and had patches on it as well as a name badge. It must belong to someone on the first-aid team. Underneath, she was still wearing her wet knit shirt.

She heard the ambulance approaching, and some men gathered around her when it arrived. She was bidden to lie down on a stretcher and was carried into the ambulance by several men.

In the hospital

Debbie looked up and down the intake hall. The wards were fully occupied, and even the hall itself was overflowing with patients. A nurse bound

the nurse demanded in a loud voice with a wad of test results in

still not entirely with it, and didn't hear the nurse at first. Not until the nurse called her several

have another bottle of IV fluid," the nurse said impatiently. She was practically yelling, like Debbie was deaf or something. Debbie opened her mouth, but before she could respond, a familiar voice met her

much is it?" She

to stop meeting like this, ' she

Portia, staring at her with burning eyes.

more IV fluids, that's a total of $2, 100. Here's the

a friendly smile, "Thank you for taking care of my friend. I'm going

been impatient towards Debbie, was charmed by Hayden's handsome face and his impeccable manners. Although she was wearing a mask, you could tell

Hayden, the nurse left. He squatted down and looked at Debbie. "Are you okay? What happened? And whose coat is this?" Concern was written all

to talk, Debbie

to settle the bill. Wait for me here," he said softly

she croaked. After her experiences, she

hear Portia berating Hayden. "Why did you help her?

driver to send you back home, okay? You don't need to be here," Hayden coaxed.

until Hayden and Portia were out of earshot did Debbie

really wanted to stop Portia and ask her what

woman with a baby in her arms. With an embarrassed smile, Debbie said to her, "Excuse me, miss, may I borrow your phone? I fell into

and there was a blood-stained bandage around her head. The woman took out her phone and

and dialed Carlos' number.

went directly to his office

stress, he decided the best way to bleed off this stress was to light up. After he lit the first one, he took

whistled at his buddy and sat on the desk. "Hey, bro. It's rather smoky in here. Isn't there a smoke detector in your

his lip! Who had the guts to bite you? It had

like he's in a bad mood. I wouldn't tease him," said Curtis. He knew Carlos well, and he felt he should remind Damon. He didn't want Damon to get hurt if Carlos

sat on the couch and fixed his eyes on Carlos, wondering why he looked

sat opposite Curtis, and both of them stared at Carlos, who had just tapped his cigarette on the ashtray to get rid of