By now, Shang Qinghua had fallen into a state of near unconsciousness.
His face alternated between blue and white, his body curled up like a shrimp, shaking uncontrollably.
Yue Mingxuan quickly draped Shang Qinghua's dried coat over him.
It wasn't enough, he even removed his own coat and placed it over him.
"Prince Shang, you absolutely cannot die!" Yue Mingxuan muttered while rubbing Shang Qinghua's limbs to keep him warm while silently praying.
Being trapped in the cave like this, even with all his medical skills, it was a case of "a clever woman can't cook without rice."
Besides, although Shang Qinghua claimed he had come for the herbs, Yue Mingxuan knew he had really come to save him.
Seeing him unconscious, his heart burned with anxiety.
The rain gradually lessened, but the cave, now blocked by the mudslide, had air that felt even more stifling than during the storm.
Yue Mingxuan was frantic, but for the moment, he could think of no effective solution.
