The young man who was walking in front of Yan heard the noise behind him, looked back, and immediately shouted.
People who were on their way also stopped and gathered around, asking with concern, "Yan Yan, why did you fall down?"
"Quick, help Yan up."
Just as someone was about to touch Yan's arm, Mengyue stopped him.
"Don't move him. Everyone, spread out. Let the air circulate. Don't disturb Yan's breathing."
Hearing Mengyue's words, the person who was about to help Yan hurriedly stepped back. He was not paying attention and stepped on a small stone, falling on his butt.
But no one laughed at him at this time. Instead, everyone focused their attention on Yan.
At this time, Yan's face was ashen, his lips were purple, lacking their normal rosy color, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he let out broken cries of pain, as if he was enduring great pain. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that these were symptoms of poisoning.
"Yan Yan, what happened? It was fine before."
"Yeah, what should we do?"
Mengyue ignored other people's comments and squatted down to check Yan's body and take his pulse.
Suddenly I thought of something and looked at Yan's hand again. Sure enough, I saw a small scratch at the base of his thumb and the surrounding skin was swollen, as if it was stung by a scorpion. I knew at a glance that it was caused by some kind of plant.
Without hesitation, he took out the golden needle and gave Yan first aid to avoid her from waiting for the antidote to be found.
"How long has this situation been going on in Yan?" asked Mengyue.
"I don't know. Everyone is so busy rushing to get on their way that they don't notice anything."
"Hey, I remember a quarter of an hour ago, Yan was chatting with Uncle Zhuang."
When Zhuang heard someone calling his name, he said, "That's right, but Yan was fine at the time. I don't know what happened to him."
After hearing that Yan was fine a quarter of an hour ago, Mengyue concluded that he was probably walking backwards and bumped into something he shouldn't have touched, which is why he got into trouble.
Thinking of this, Mengyue said without question, "Let's rest for a while. Uncle Zhuang and I will go back to see where you two ended your conversation. I'll see if we can find the antidote."
Many fans in the live broadcast room had been paying close attention to the situation on the mountain. When they saw someone fall down, many fans expressed disbelief and thought it was a show.
"Ah, these days' streamers are willing to do anything for traffic, even using poisoning as a gimmick to attract people."
"I never thought the anchor was such a person. I wanted to follow him before, but now I think just because someone is pretty doesn't necessarily mean they are kind."
"I think so too. The anchor must have deliberately made people drink some kind of non-lethal poison in advance in order to attract traffic, and then let everyone watch the anchor detoxify. This way, more people will see the anchor's strength, like and follow, and slowly become a big anchor."
However, a few people raised doubts, thinking that the anchor was not the kind of person who would joke about human life.
"I don't think so. The anchor isn't selling anything, nor is he seeking attention. He's just live-streaming some trivial things in his life. You can watch if you want to, and you can quit if you don't want to. Anyway, I like the anchor."
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