After hearing what Feng Zhijun said, Wei Yanzhen put down the straw paper and pen in his hand and immediately looked not far away.

The slope was not steep, but rather a gentle one. Unable to resist the downward trend, the two female volunteers seemed to roll down together. Even if they struggled, they were in great danger.

Wei Yanzhen's heart, somehow, suddenly seemed to be grabbed by a pair of invisible hands, and suddenly sank!

The figure looked more and more familiar to him. He wanted to kiss his wife and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Then, he rushed over quickly, turning three steps into two.

As they got closer, they saw a big rock blocking one of them. Wei Yanzhen stuck his head out and immediately looked at the other person's situation.

A familiar face came into view.

If it’s not Deng Zhilan, who else could it be?

Her eyes were closed and her hands were tightly covering her lower abdomen. The situation seemed to be very bad, but apart from that, there was no bleeding from her body and no other abnormalities.

Wei Yanzhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

The person who rolled down the hillside turned out to be his wife! !

He knelt on the ground in a hurry and said softly:

"Lanlan, how are you?"

"Lanlan, wake up!"

Wei Yanzhen did not dare to move Deng Zhilan for fear that she might have broken some bones.

But Deng Zhilan did not respond. Wei Yanzhen's heart tightened again, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He quickly turned around and shouted to Feng Zhijun: "Old Feng, go find a doctor, go quickly!"

Feng Zhijun immediately turned and left.

Wei Yanzhen turned his gaze to Deng Zhilan again, gently brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead, and said in a trembling and self-blaming voice:

"Lanlan, hold on, you will definitely survive."

He held Deng Zhilan's hand tightly, trying to pass his strength to her.

At this time, Deng Zhilan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, looking confused.

"Yan Zhen?"

"Why are you here?"

Then she looked around, sat up and leaned against the rock behind her. It turned out that she was still on the mountain, but seemed to have rolled down just now.

"Lanlan, how are you? Does your stomach hurt? Did you hit the back of your head?"

Deng Zhilan shook her head.

It happened suddenly. Song Yitao seemed to step on something with her feet. She lost her balance and her arm was pulled, causing her to fall down.

However, fortunately, Song Yitao was there to help her. She clung to Song Yitao tightly, and...

"I didn't."

"Look, I'm wearing the belly support belt that my mom made for me. It's very stable."

Deng Zhilan immediately lifted up her dress, revealing her belly and waist wrapped in a layer of soft cloth.

Wei Yanzhen looked at the belly support belt and felt a mixture of fear and relief. Fortunately, his mother carefully made this belly support belt for his wife, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

But I once thought that Deng Zhilan drank spiritual spring water privately and was in very good health. As long as her stomach did not suffer a severe attack, there would be no big problem.

He gently stroked Deng Zhilan's belly and said softly, "Fortunately, there was no urination. The baby must have been scared."

Deng Zhilan smiled and patted his hands, "Don't worry, the baby is very strong."

At this time, Wei Yanzhen remembered the other girl and asked hurriedly, "Where is the girl who rolled down with you?"

Deng Zhilan looked to the side and then to the bottom of the slope and found that Song Yitao was really missing!

"Yan Zhen, didn't you see her?"

"The person who rolled down with me was Song Yitao."

Wei Yanzhen was also puzzled. His eyesight was excellent, but when he looked around, he couldn't even see the shadow of Song Yitao.

It's really strange.

"I didn't see her. Let me take you to rest first."

"Let the militia go find her later."

Deng Zhilan had no choice but to nod.