"He's still alive."
Dong Huaiming gritted his teeth and said, "In Ranzhou, there's a divine doctor, comparable to Hua Tuo, especially skilled in treating external injuries."
"But..."
"The enemy's crossbow arrows were poisoned."
"A lot of complex toxins."
"There's no cure."
"The divine doctor said that Zhang Kuang is able to hold on until now due to a miracle brought about by his incredibly strong will to survive."
"How much longer he can live... no one can say for sure."
At this point, Dong Huaiming shook his head: "We've already shaken off the pursuing forces and reached the border of Ranzhou."
He lowered his head and looked at Wu Di's severed arm, saying with a bleak tone, "Yours is still considered lucky."
"Along the way, many sacrifices were made by the special forces team responsible for the rescue."
"I heard that when they set out, they numbered a total of three thousand elites."
"Now there are only two hundred plus."
"Moreover..."
