Very quickly, medical personnel arrived on the scene and placed the still-unconscious man onto a gurney. The doctor in charge, looking at the reactions appearing on the man's skin, asked a man beside him, "Was first aid performed?"

  The man nodded vigorously. "He had stopped breathing earlier. This lady stepped in promptly and performed emergency first aid."

  As he spoke, the look he directed at Audrey was full of gratitude.

  At that moment, Audrey, appearing utterly exhausted, was being helped to her feet by her daughter and sister. Hearing this, she could only manage a feeble smile.

  The doctor nodded. "It's anaphylactic shock. Timely emergency measures are crucial. The patient has regained spontaneous breathing, so there is no longer a life-threatening danger. You can rest assured."

  As he spoke, the man was already being wheeled into the ambulance. The doctor quickly added, "You need to accompany us to the hospital."

  "Alright."

  One of the accompanying men walked up to Audrey, looking at her with great emotion. "Madam, it's all thanks to you. Would it be possible to have your contact information?"

  "It was just a small effort. You really don't need to take it to heart," Audrey quickly replied.

  However, the other party insisted. "To you, it might have been a small effort, but to us, it was a life-saving kindness. Please, you must leave us a way to contact you."

  Seeing his insistence, Audrey merely showed a troubled expression. "I don't have a business card. You should hurry and get to the hospital first."

  Aurelia understood her sister's character and chimed in with agreement. "Saving the person is what's urgent now. You should go quickly."

  Seeing this, the man hesitated for a moment, then took a business card from his own pocket and handed it over. Audrey instinctively reached out and took it. The man said with a serious expression, "Please, you must contact us!"

  After saying this, the man turned and hurried out of the restaurant.

  Once the scare was over, the restaurant quickly returned to normal. Grace and the others returned to their seats. Aurelia still couldn't hide her astonishment as she looked at her sister. "Sis, I never knew you knew first aid!"

  Some customers in the restaurant who had witnessed the entire incident were still glancing her way. Audrey smiled somewhat sheepishly and explained softly, "The company often organizes employee training sessions, which include first aid. It's mainly to handle emergencies involving hotel guests. Anaphylactic shock is a relatively common emergency, so they specifically taught us the proper response measures."

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  "And CPR and mouth-to-mouth resuscitation are quite universal and common first-aid methods, applicable in many situations."

  Hearing this, Aurelia sighed with admiration. "Today was just a fortunate coincidence. Didn't you hear what the doctor said just now? If you hadn't administered first aid in time, that person would have been in mortal danger."

  Audrey smiled, looked down, and examined the business card. The man who gave her the card was an assistant to the chairman of some company, surnamed Goldsmith.

  At that moment, the first prepared dishes were served at the table, and the restaurant manager accompanied them.

  "Madam, hello. I am the manager of this restaurant."

  The manager was a middle-aged woman with short hair and an efficient appearance. She looked at Audrey gratefully. "Thank you so much for your good deed earlier. On behalf of the restaurant, your meal today is complimentary, as an expression of our gratitude and respect."

  Audrey promptly declined. "No, no, that's really not necessary. Please don't be so polite. I couldn't possibly accept that."

  The manager offered a slight smile. "This isn't just politeness; it's what our restaurant ought to do. Madam, you really must accept our thanks."

  Audrey was about to refuse again, but Grace spoke up first. "Then thank you. We accept."

  "You're most welcome. It is we who should thank this lady. I won't disturb your meal any further. Please feel free to call for me if you need anything."

  After the manager left, Audrey sighed with a somewhat helpless expression. "This feels like we're taking advantage of them!"

  Aurelia, however, saw no problem with it. "If that man had actually died in this restaurant, that would have been real trouble. It's only right for the restaurant to thank you."

  Grace also understood the restaurant's reasoning and said to her mother, "Auntie is right. If a death had occurred here, the impact on them is easy to imagine. Although they might still bear some responsibility for what just happened, compared to a loss of life, it's a matter of turning a major issue into a minor one. That's why the restaurant wants to thank you."

  Thinking it over carefully, Audrey felt her daughter's words were indeed reasonable, and only then did she begin to feel more at ease about it.

  The restaurant's dishes were delicious, and the ingredients were top-notch. Even though it was their first time trying them, both her mother and aunt thought the food was excellent.

  As for the lifesaving incident, the three of them seemed to quickly put it behind them, treating it merely as something that had happened by chance.

  Saint Maire Hospital, Novastra.

  Chris regained consciousness around noon the following day.

  None of the companions who had been with him had left; they had all kept vigil in the hospital room overnight. Seeing Chris awake, they all collectively let out a sigh of relief.

  Someone recounted the entire sequence of events to him. Upon learning that a stranger, a lady, had intervened in time to save his life, Chris was immediately struck by a profound sense of having narrowly escaped death.

  "Robert, did you get the other party's contact information?" Chris asked, looking at his assistant standing nearby.

  Robert shook his head. "She didn't have a business card. I gave her my card and pleaded with her to be sure to contact us."

  Hearing there was no direct contact information, Chris's expression darkened. "No business card? Couldn't you have gotten a phone number? Added her on LetsChat? What if she doesn't contact us? Where am I supposed to find her?"

  Robert, detecting the anger in the President's tone, quickly lowered his head in fear, proactively admitting his mistake. "I'm sorry, President. I was too panicked by the situation at the time. I didn't handle it properly."

  Another man in the room, seeing this, spoke up fittingly. "President, please don't blame Robert. The situation yesterday scared all of us half to death. The best outcome is that you're alright."

  "Phillip, that person saved my life. I must thank her in person. But I have an important meeting early tomorrow morning and need to return to Aethelburg this afternoon. Phillip, you're a local of Novastra with extensive connections here. I'll have to trouble you to help me find this lady who came to my rescue."

  Hearing he planned to leave in the afternoon, Phillip promptly advised against it. "President, you can't be discharged so quickly! You've only just woken up. No meeting is more important than your health!"

  Chris waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine, don't be so nervous. Robert, go ask the doctor if I can be discharged today."

  Robert nodded and quickly left the room.

  Chris lay on the hospital bed, lost in thought for a moment. Then he picked up his phone from the bedside, searched through it, and made a call.

  "Albert, there's something I need to trouble you with. Help me find someone..."

  "Tom, it's Chris. I need your help with something, finding a person..."

  He made several calls in a row, seemingly determined to exhaust all his connections in Novastra to find the person who had saved him.

  Phillip, witnessing this, could only smile helplessly. He had long heard that President Chris had a stubborn disposition, and today he was getting a firsthand look at it.