Yao Wei walked out of the car tremblingly, excessively terrified, which made him appear somewhat not fully lucid, as if in a hazy, mysterious state.
"Are you all right?" Yang Fan scanned Yao Wei from head to toe and asked.
He had several knife wounds on his body, and his sleeves and abdomen were slashed open.
However, there wasn't much bleeding, and it seemed that the injuries weren't severe.
Yao Wei shook his head, lifted his sleeve slightly to show Yang Fan, and said, "Just some cuts, nothing fatal."
"Good that it's not fatal. Just endure it a bit longer, we'll meet a few people and then I'll take you to the hospital," said Yang Fan.
He was worried about further incidents. If Yao Wei could hold on a bit longer, he wanted to hand him directly to Xiang Xue Ting for better assurance.
Yao Wei nodded, "No worries, I think I can hold on. The cuts aren't very deep."
"Good if you can endure. What did Lu Qiuyang say to you?" Yang Fan asked.
