Huo Ci rushed forward and called out anxiously, "Second Brother."
"Don't bother about me," Yan Yuanfei said with difficulty. Because of the stiffness of his muscles and bones, his body was in a weird posture. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground. "Check what happened to her."
Ling Sheng had already run over. Just as she was about to help Wen Ruoshui, Song Yiyan stepped forward and carried her to the bed.
From head to toe, Yan Yuanfei's eyes were the only thing that could still move normally. Looking at the woman in Song Yiyan's arms, his heart ached so much that he felt suffocated.
Why was she so thin and light? Even a weak girl could easily carry her.
Song Yiyan checked Wen Ruoshui's pulse and looked at the nervous crowd. She said in a low voice, "It's nothing serious. She was just too depressed and passed out."