Yang Jian said, "Listen, I'm not Jesus. I can only try to protect those who should be protected. Right now, you should feel lucky, lucky that you can still stand here and talk to me at length instead of being dead in that hospital's operating room."
"You still have the ability, I can tell, but you've chosen to hide it," Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhang Wei; "A person who should have died is still alive. You have some secrets I don't know."
"So what?" Yang Jian said; "Everyone has secrets, and you're no exception."
"Even if there's the slightest possibility, you should try. I know my request is excessive, but I've done everything I can, and there's still so much you can do. There's still time for you now, but once that thing reaps the entire city, any action you take will be meaningless," Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian looked at him calmly.
Sure enough, Zhang Wei's death had been discovered by Wang Xiaoming.