Diwu Zexuan's silver eyes flashed, his lips parted indifferently.
"You mean Dan Hanxi's health hasn't improved at all, and he's just using medication to barely sustain himself?" Qin Youxuan muttered, her mouth slightly agape, unable to conceal her shock on her charming face.
This kind of recklessness requires a strong indifference to the fear of death.
With Dan Hanxi's condition, living one more day is already a bonus, yet he dares to take medication erratically.
"It seems his obsession with hatred is much deeper than we imagined," Dan Hanjie said coldly, his eyes flickering.
"It's not just that; I don't think he wants to live at all. Taking this kind of drug even once is bound to be devastating for his current physical condition," Diwu Zexuan snorted coldly.
He was originally thinking that with Dan Hanxi's willpower, he might survive a little longer.
But at this rate of recklessness, lasting even a month is already an achievement.
