Shen Yanhe's heart sank slightly, "What happened?"
"Your friend has been injured and is unconscious; the situation isn't looking good," Hang Mushan said anxiously. "I'm with her on a plane to the M country; we should arrive at the airport in about an hour."
"But her vital signs are a bit weak, and I'm afraid she might not hold on…"
Hang Mushan's words caused Shen Yanhe's pupils to shrink suddenly, her heart sinking violently.
She knew very well that now was not the time to ask questions.
Shen Yanhe took a deep breath to stay calm and asked, "Do you have a needle with you?"
"A needle?" Hang Mushan grabbed the first-aid kit, rifled through it, and found a packet of silver needles that had not yet been opened.
Hang Mushan's eyes lit up, "Yes! There's an unopened packet of silver needles!"
"Take out the silver needle and insert it into the Baihui, Renzhong, Dazhui, and Fengchi acupoints," Shen Yanhe commanded. "After inserting the needles, remove them after half an hour."
