Smelling the rapidly spreading bloody scent in the air, Baili An furrowed his brows as he seemed to understand something in an instant.
The hoarse, mournful coughing continued for a long time before gradually subsiding. Ye Shu slowly lifted half of his deathly pale face, weakly leaning against the Earth Stone, cold sweat sliding down from his moist hair along his forehead to his nose.
He casually wiped the alarming bloodstain in his palm on his clothing, his trembling lips struggling to mutter a single sentence, "Do you have medicine?"
Baili An asked, "What kind of medicine do you need?"
Ye Shu tiredly closed his eyes, "Anything."
It seemed he was prepared to just casually deal with his injury. Baili An felt that except for the fact that he had coughed up so much blood that he could not bear it any longer, he would likely have been too lazy to even ask.
Baili An did not know how severe his injuries were, so he went over and briefly examined the wounds on his body.
