"Ah!" A sudden cry came from upstairs, and Li Yifei twisted his body and dashed into the wooden house like lightning, only to see Su Mengxin supporting the holy woman, who had a pale face, closed eyes, and a weak, faltering appearance.
Li Yifei was startled and quickly looked over at Xu Yingying, but Xu Yingying didn't show any reaction; she was still lying in bed with her chest rising and falling steadily, seemingly not in great distress. However, Li Yifei was quite worried, not knowing if there was a problem inside her head.
But he couldn't tell at the moment, he could only wait for the holy woman. After ten minutes, the holy woman's complexion slowly eased and her eyes opened.
"How is it?" Li Yifei asked anxiously.
The holy woman shook her head and said, "I was a bit too anxious today. I felt your wife's mental reaction was stronger, so I tried my best to awaken her, but I still wasn't successful."
"And how is my wife?" Li Yifei pressed on, as this was his primary concern.