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    Norah donned a flowing chic beige gown and navigated her way through the bustling crowd with determination. Initially driven by curiosity, Norah had ventured forth to observe the unfolding events. Amidst the multitude gathered in the park, she wondered if a single soul possessed the knowledge of CPR. s, it appeared that such expertise wascking in the vast crowd.


    The young man evidently still clung to life, yet with each passing moment of dy, the grim inevitability of death loomed ever closer.


    Having previously witnessed the tardiness of the ambnce service in Ond, Norah harbored no illusions about its timely arrival. She knew better than to rely on it for prompt assistance.


    “Make way, everyone! I’m a doctor. Clear some space. Thank you!” Norah dered, her voice cutting through themotion like a surgeon’s scalpel.


    Sean, ying the role of her right-hand man, diligently dispersed the onlookers, creating a protective circle around them for the imminent rescue operation.


    Norah crouched, swift and purposeful,ying the young man t and securing his airway, deftly adjusting his cor and belt to prevent any obstruction.


    Having swiftlypleted the necessary actions, Norah promptly instructed the young man’s sister. “Come here and assist with CPR resuscitation.”


    With every passing moment, the young man edged closer to the precipice of death.


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    His sister, spurred by urgency and fear of dy, flung herself over to administer CPR to the young man.


    Following CPR, Norah swiftly interlocked her hands and began chestpressions, counting each beat aloud. After thirtypressions, Norah’s voice pierced the tense air. “Come over. Do it again.”


    The woman wiped away her tears, disying unwavering obedience. Whatever Norah requested, sheplied without hesitation.


    In a rhythmic cycle of breaths andpressions, Norah persisted through five cycles, her determination unwavering. Throughout the process, Sean stood by in silent observation, bearing witness to Norah’s tireless efforts.


    Her gaze downcast and her demeanor serene, Norah continued to administer rapidpressions with remarkable endurance, seemingly impervious to fatigue. She repeated the process tirelessly, all the while awaiting the arrival of the ambnce.


    Though Norah may project an air of aloofness, she had always been inherently kind-hearted. Sean often caught glimpses of her tender heart in the subtle gestures ofpassion she disyed.


    With each revtion of Norah’s character, Sean found his heart stirred more deeply, drawn into admiration with every intricate detail he discovered.


    Upon the ambnce’s arrival, the young man was swiftly whisked away, and with the medical staff attending to him, he was deemed out of danger.


    The young man’s sister, her voice quivering with emotion, bowed repeatedly to Norah, expressing her gratitude. “Thank you, thank you so much.”


    As the ambnce departed, a wave of apuse erupted from the crowd, steadily growing louder and more enthusiastic. Faces beamed with admiration as they hailed Norah for her heroic deed in saving a life.


    Meanwhile, the rescuer stood at the edge of the gathering, gazing at the beautiful Norah with a sense of awe. She exuded captivating beauty, with prating eyes and a demeanor that seemed aloof yet alluring. Her voluminous, wavy hair danced in the breeze, evoking the image of a fairy.


    Norah grabbed Sean’s hand, leading him away from the crowd until they stood together in a quiet corner of Sun Park.


    “We did it,” Norah remarked, her eyes meeting Sean’s asughter bubbled up unexpectedly. Her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes sparkled with joy, radiating warmth like bright pearls gleaming in the sunlight.


    Sean tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair, a result of their hurried actions. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. His long fingers traced a delicate path from behind her ear to the curve of her cheek. The touch was imbued with a subtle ambiguity as they grazed her jawline with gentle tenderness.


    “Norah, have youe up with an answer to yesterday’s question?” Sean asked.


    His gaze bore into Norah’s, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes despite his knowledge of the anticipated response. He awaited her answer anxiously, fearing uncertainty until he heard it directly from her lips.


    Norah’s hand clenched into a fist,nding a yful punch on his shoulder. “I hadn’t given an answer, and yet you kissed me yesterday,” she retorted.


    Sean caught her hand, hisrger one enveloping hers with aforting grasp. The touch of his calloused palms was reassuring.


    With a soft chuckle, he replied, “I mentioned it was a token of my interest. Anyway, I didn’t pressure you into visiting me Club for other men’spany.”


    Norah’s gaze dropped, a shy protest on her lips. “That’s no excuse.”


    Recalling the heat of passionate breath from the previous night, Norah instinctively attempted to withdraw her hand, trying to extricate herself from the intensity of the moment.


    “It’s okay,” he insisted, his gaze softening as his handsome face drew nearer. “None of that matters, Norah. I genuinely want to know your answer.”


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