Brent subconsciously gulped as he pointed at himself. "Me?"

Olivia said coldly, "Who else? Me? Hurry up. The time you're delaying right now is the life he's losing."

Brent was a little exasperated. He didn't have a girlfriend, but it didn't mean that he swung that way.

He was as straight as can be.

But the doctor was right. The more time he wasted, the closer Ethan was to death.

"I … Fine." Brent thought that as long as it could help Ethan survive, this was nothing.

With that, Brent took the bowl of medicine and held a mouthful in his mouth. The corners of his mouth kept twitching.

"Steady yourself. Don't waste the medicine. The second dose uses other herbs, and they have different effects."

Brent felt like this was even harder than walking on a tightrope.

Steeling himself, he closed his eyes and chose not to think of anything as he aimed his mouth at Ethan's.

It was a matter of life and death, so he shouldn't think too much about it. He would treat it as CPR.

Moreover, Et