As Ling Yan entered, he indeed saw the half-gourd that Mu Yuan had just placed on the table emitting a faint glow.
Only when Ling Yan entered the room did the purple light in the half-gourd weakly extinguish.
Ling Yan frowned, tossed the meat onto the table, and quickly walked towards the small room where Mu Yuan had been bathing.
"General! Mu Yuan!"
Ling Yan pushed open the slightly ajar door and saw Mu Yuan slumped in the wooden tub, already unconscious.
Ling Yan's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled the man out of the water, grabbed a velvet blanket draped over a nearby rack, wrapped Mu Yuan in it, strode out of the room, and laid him on the bed near the bedroom.
Ling Yan reached out to check his pulse and breathing, his gaze sharpening.
Mu Yuan's breath was weak, his life hanging by a thread.
Ling Yan steadied his mind, remaining calm, and laid Mu Yuan flat on the bed, raising his neck, and began performing CPR and artificial respiration on him.
