Ji Ziming felt that there was something wrong with her. His brows, which were already deeply furrowed, furrowed deeply, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a thick, dark fog that was constantly surging.
"Chest pain? Is it heart discomfort? Are you taking medicine? Do you have any medicine on you or in your bag?" He nervously asked her several questions.
However, she was already in so much pain that her eyes were tightly shut. Her brows were furrowed, and her face had turned from pale to bloodless. How could she still have the mind to answer his questions?
Seeing that the sky was gradually turning dark, he had no choice but to gently carry her to a nearby rock and lean against it. He then rummaged through her bag and her pockets to see if she had any medicine on her.
"My head ... My head hurts!" She, who was on the verge of fainting, blurted out these few words in a daze, her breathing weak.
