"Anxiety struck him so hard that he fainted." Upon hearing the sound, Mu Shaoling hurried over. Although he did not wish to mock at this crucial moment, he couldn't help but think: Ye Zi'an was so anxious that he had turned foolish, not even realizing that a doctor—himself—was right beside him.
"Lie her flat!"
Mu Shaoling took out a cloth bag he carried with him, retrieved silver needles from it, and applied them.
Moments later, Yang Chuxia woke up and grabbed Ye Zi'an's hand, "Where is Yangyang? Where is Yangyang?"
"The ropes are here!"
"Xiaxia, I'll go down to find Yangyang now. You wait here, Yangyang is blessed with fortune and won't be harmed!"
Ye Zi'an fastened the rope around his waist, the other end tied to a tree nearby.
"Bring another rope, I will go down too."
