Guo Jia lay in a pool of blood, feeling no severe discomfort. As he spat out a mouthful of blood, he didn't feel his life slipping away, just a bit of dizziness, which meant that his core wasn't damaged.
"Jia Wenhe, I will definitely kill you when I get back. Couldn't you have told me about the side effects when you told me about the spiritual talent!" Guo Jia thought irritably, his head spinning. He hadn't expected that upon grasping a sliver of opportunity and actively triggering his spiritual talent for the first time, it would harm himself before others.
"Just prescribe some blood-replenishing medicine for me," Guo Jia said, propping himself up to sit properly, speaking to Li Dangzhi.
