In an instant, Zhen Wu and Zhen Ling snapped back to their senses, then immediately ran over to Lu Shui.
They were both terrified—terrified of seeing Lu Shui fall.
He'd be fine. He definitely would.
In the blink of an eye, Zhen Wu reached Lu Shui's side. With a heart full of trepidation, he looked into Lu Shui's eyes. When he saw Lu Shui glance back at him, a massive weight lifted from Zhen Wu's heart.
Alive. Young master was still alive. As long as he was alive, that was enough.
Overcome with excitement, Zhen Wu fumbled around on himself, completely at a loss.
"Young master, wait. I'll ask the clan leader for help right away. Just hold on a little longer."
He was panicking. He clearly needed to get his phone, but he couldn't remember where he'd put it.
Lu Shui looked at the flustered Zhen Wu, raised a hand, and said weakly,
"It's fine. Give me some Healing Spell first."
Only then did Zhen Wu remember to use Healing Spell.
He immediately began frantically casting Healing Spell on Lu Shui.
Only then did Lu Shui lower his hand.
"It hurts so much. It really hurts. I miss Mother's Healing Spell so much. Zhen Wu's Healing Spell is terrible.
"If all else fails, Mu Xue's Healing Spell would do, too." Lu Shui silently muttered to himself.
He was very weak now, so weak that he could pass out at any moment.
Or rather, the pain was so bad that he couldn't even pass out.
His whole body felt like it had been shattered.
If not for the sake of his young master's dignity, he would have cried out in pain long ago.
Still, he had a feeling that if he fell asleep now, he might never wake up again.