Zhao Yaxin cradled Su Lin in her arms, biting her tongue to force herself to calm down and check carefully.
Finding no obvious injuries on Su Lin's body, her tense nerves finally relaxed.
"Wake up! Su Lin! Wake up!" She pinched Su Lin's philtrum, gently slapping his face and calling out.
Su Can and Su Qi had already rushed forward. Old Su's heart was burning with anxiety, his voice arrived before his person:
"What's the situation? What's wrong with him?!"
"Let me see!" Su Qi's face was as tense as stone, he knelt down and grabbed Su Lin's wrist.
Martial artists often know medical principles, especially since he had learned from long-term illness.
He felt for the pulse while his eyes focused and circulated Qi and blood with the method of "Observation."
Under "Observation," it was clear at a glance that Su Lin was depleted of Qi and blood, his pulse showing merely exhaustion, without other abnormalities.
