In the crowd, Xiao Hu's face was deathly pale, his spirit greatly diminished, completely lacking his usual rough demeanor.
"Xiao Hu, Chen Yang is here."
Lisa was still quite worried about her teammate Xiao Hu, because at this moment, Xiao Hu looked really terrifying, with no color on his face, and even his lips were pale.
"Chen Yang... I feel like I might not make it..." Xiao Hu looked at Chen Yang, and said with difficulty.
Seeing Xiao Hu's condition, to be honest, Chen Yang felt his heart tighten.
But after kneeling down to check his pulse, he smiled.
"Don't overthink it, it's just that you're pale from losing too much blood from the wound." As he spoke, Chen Yang took out a quick blood-replenishing elixir from his pocket and said, "Take this first, then lie down on your stomach. I'll take care of the wound on your back. If the blood keeps flowing, you might really lose your life."
Chen Yang's words put everyone at ease.
