The man had barely finished speaking when, perhaps as the adrenaline in their bodies began to fade, dense red spots broke out across his body, the woman's, and the baby's on her back. Their faces turned blue before their very eyes.
The cries of the baby, the most fragile of them, grew faint.
Seeing this, Yin Yi acted without waiting for Han Ning's command, shooting three vines into their bodies.
As a cyan light flowed into them, the complexions of all three quickly returned to normal.
But the baby's breathing remained shallow. It seemed its fragile lungs had already suffered irreversible damage.
The middle-aged man held the baby, and he and the woman stood together, bowing repeatedly to Han Ning.
"This is an emergency. No time for that," Han Ning said, holding up a hand to stop them.
"Thank you. Are you from Xia Country?" the disheveled woman beside the man asked in standard Xia Country dialect.
