"Ruyan, I'm here. Please wake up," Qingfeng Li said to Ruyan, who was lying in the bed, with concern in his voice.
He had missed Ruyan Liu very much during the long period of his absence.
Breathing shallowly, Ruyan Liu's eyes were tightly closed and her face was pale. She was just laying there motionlessly, oblivious to Qingfeng Li's words.
She was a beauty, like a princess in a coma.
Qingfeng Li called her name several times without receiving any response. He was full of anxiety and worry.
He reached out his right hand and tried to feel her pulse from her wrist.
The moment he felt it, Qingfeng Li's expression changed.
He found that her pulse was so weak that he almost couldn't feel it. It was only because he was a self-cultivator and had great medical skills that he could feel her faint pulse.
Besides the faint pulse, Qingfeng Li found a surge of energy in her body.