The driver let out a wry laugh, his expression complex as he said, "Just now as we were turning, I watched helplessly as the car veered uncontrollably toward a tree. Seeing the tree getting closer and closer, in that instant, I truly despaired, knowing that there was no escaping this time. In that moment, I thought of many things, but soon I felt a heavy blow to my head and then I passed out."
As he said this, the driver paused to catch his breath, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood that prompted a severe bout of coughing. The coughing tugged at his wounds; following that, blood spurted out like a fountain, mouthful by mouthful, staining the ground blood-red. Ye Fan swiftly pressed against the driver's chest, employing a technique to squeeze all the clotted blood out of his throat to prevent him from choking to death.
