"Let me take a look!"
Just then, a woman's voice sounded beside him.
What was striking was the strange tattoo on this woman's hand. It was shaped like a spiderweb, its color a dark, dusky purple-black.
Like congealed blood that had long since begun to rot, the "web's" fine threads seemed to be faintly wriggling.
"Gao Qian, how is that Dream Eye of yours doing?"
Wei Fan asked after glancing at her.
"It's fine for now. Let me try."
The woman was Gao Qian. She glanced at the unconscious Ouyang Shuokong and replied in a low voice.
"Alright then!"
Wei Fan nodded. After all, while he knew some first aid, he was nowhere near as skilled as Gao Qian.
He then stood up and moved to the side, while Gao Qian knelt and reached out to tear open the bandage on the patient's back.
Seeing this, Wei Fan tactfully turned away, his gaze falling upon the other three men.
When the three men saw this, they seemed to understand and quickly averted their eyes.
