"This is utter nonsense."
Lin Caisang cursed under her breath.
"How many days has he been unconscious? Where is he, take me to him quickly."
This Zhong You, although young, always seems to find trouble. If he's not provoking others, he's poking needles into himself, showing a complete disregard for his own life.
It was tough enough saving one person, and now another one is down.
Does he want to infuriate her to death, or make her die of laughter?
"He's been unconscious for two days, please follow me."
Upon hearing that Lin Caisang was willing to help, Old Master Zhong was overjoyed and immediately led her towards Zhong You's room.
...
Much later in Zhong You's room, Lin Caisang pulled out a silver needle and took a breath of relief.
"Thankfully, it was just one needle and the force wasn't too strong; otherwise, he wouldn't have made it." Looking at Zhong You, who to her was still a boy, she sighed deeply and shook her head.