"Mo An, what are you thinking now?" Zhi Duoxing looked at Qian Cangyi, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Qian Cangyi didn't reply, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
Seeing Qian Cangyi not answering, Zhi Duoxing did not press on, he turned Qian Cangyi over, lifted his clothes, and sprayed the first-aid spray on Qian Cangyi's back three times.
"When you recover, step on my shoulder and go up; I'll go save He Hongxin. Cough, cough!" Zhi Duoxing coughed twice, tossing the first-aid spray can on the ground.
A refreshing sensation spread from his back, Qian Cangyi felt a great itch throughout his body, but the pain slowly faded. He lay on the ground for about a minute before the prickly feeling gradually disappeared.
"Uh... you…" Qian Cangyi leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.
He could just about move on his own, although his back still hurt a little. Was this the effect of spraying three times in a row?
