Breathing in the fresh oxygen made Taya feel like a fish that had been out of water for too long, suddenly returning to the pond and regaining a new life.

She grabbed the oxygen mask and desperately inhaled.

Seeing that her face had regained a hint of color, Griffon’s furrowed brow started to unwrinkled slightly.

He looked at Stella, who was examining Taya. “How is she?” he asked.

After listening for a while, Stella felt something was wrong with Taya’s heart.

“The oxygen has helped a ...