"Ouch, look at how pale your face is! You sure you're okay?"
The pain struck Ying Zhouyuan's heart in an instant, turning his complexion ghostly white. Musheng looked at Ying Zhouyuan's ankle and said in a deep voice, "Slipped and twisted his foot, probably nothing serious, but he definitely can't move for the next few days."
Even with medicinal alcohol, a sprain usually takes days to heal, not to mention the lack of medical measures here.
The crew members were also a bit frantic, asking about the situation and quickly notifying the photographers who weren't far behind to come and check, but they probably were out of their depth too. Musheng glanced at the time, it was almost noon, everyone's stomachs were growling, so he looked at Ying Zhouyuan and asked, "Just endure it for now, we'll see once we get back to the camp. The crew should have brought ointment."
The crew definitely had ointment with them, but the problem was that it was quite a distance away...
