Long Rui and Qing Zizhu's current condition: lips tightly closed, complexion purple-blue, heartbeats and pulses extremely faint, unmistakably signs of drowning.
Yue Jinghua covertly flipped their eyelids; their pupils hadn't yet dilated, and although their heartbeats were weak, they had not stopped. With appropriate rescue measures, they could certainly be saved.
Of course, "appropriate rescue measures" refers to modern techniques.
"Will you just speak up? What's with keeping us in suspense at a time like this? Are you trying to worry us to death?" Ji Yun saw Long Rui cradled in Yue Minzhi's arms and was already feeling a bitter knot in his stomach.
Yue Minzhi couldn't keep calm either, "Huahua, if you have a way, just tell us. We're all members of the Southern Expedition Army, it's only right for us to help and love each other."
"Captain, please save Zizhu," pleaded Chi Xi, also desperately begging.
