Zhang Yang hurriedly crouched down, reached out to check Jin Tuantuan's pulse, and carefully examined her complexion and breathing.
His brow furrowed slightly, his heart full of confusion and worry.
Based on the surface symptoms, Jin Tuantuan didn't seem to have suffered external injuries; instead, it seemed like she was under some curse or had encountered some other strange situation.
"Lay her flat on the ground first," Zhang Yang said to Xia Xue, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.
Xia Xue quickly and carefully laid Jin Tuantuan's body flat, concern and anxiety evident in her eyes.
Zhang Yang retrieved some simple first-aid supplies from his backpack, intending to stabilize Jin Tuantuan's condition first.
Gently wiping the sweat off Jin Tuantuan's forehead, Zhang Yang murmured, "Tuan Tuan, don't scare me, what on earth happened?"
