Su Han glanced over. Jun Shaoyang likewise turned his head to look, his face still wearing that same disdainful expression, even though the dart Su Han had just thrown was enough to injure Tongshan.
He looked at Su Han, a flicker of light flowing in his eyes, and for some reason he felt a strange sensation in his heart, as if the Su Han before him gave him a sense of familiarity.
Neither of them had expected to feel something like that.
Su Han stopped looking at Jun Shaoyang, walked over to that injured man, reached out and grabbed his arm. With a slight exertion of strength, a strand of Profound Qi instantly flowed into his body, preserving his life.
"Who are you!" Tongshan spoke, his face filled with murderous severity.
"I'm a doctor. I can't just stand here and watch someone die in front of me." Su Han didn't even lift his head. "They already admitted defeat, even begged for mercy, and you still went for the kill. Isn't that a bit too vicious?"
