When Diwu Zexuan approached him, his eyes flickered slightly.
"Showing up this late, aren't you worried I couldn't treat him and your son would go blind?"
Diwu Zexuan stepped forward and threw a punch straight into Dan Hanjie's chest.
"If you couldn't treat him, my coming earlier would've been useless. Where's Tingye?" Dan Hanjie glanced behind him, furrowing his brows when he didn't see anyone.
"Since you trust me, what's the rush? You haven't even tended to your own injuries. How long do you plan to drag this out?" Diwu Zexuan was more sensitive to blood than most.
Even though Dan Hanjie was wearing a coat, he could still easily gauge the condition of his wounds.
"I won't die."
"Blast injuries can be minor or severe; you'd risk your life for Ye Zhanxing. If luck hadn't been on your side, you'd be buried there. Now, nobody would care about your well-being."
Only Dan Hanjie could make Diwu Zexuan ramble like this.
