Nian Shutong, carrying the delicate Rubble, returned to the small wooden house.
Before even crossing the river, she saw Fu Yunhe lying on the chair, showing no sign of breathing.
"Is he dead?"
With a "snap," Nian Shutong threw down the rope in her hand, and the unsteady Rubble behind her hit his head with a "thud."
Sitting up with a look of grievance, Rubble saw Nian Shutong dashing across the river, and he still had time to admire her agile figure.
"Short legs, why can you run so fast? That's unscientific, is it because of too much kinetic energy?"
Nian Shutong heard him but didn't have time to pay attention to Rubble, as she had already reached Fu Yunhe's side and grabbed the arm binding the Light Computer.
"Not dead..." The weak voice didn't slow down Nian Shutong's actions.
She put her other hand on Fu Yunhe's pulse, paused for a moment, and said, "Good, you're alright."