"Qin Han!"
"Mr. Qin!"
Song Yuwei hurried over with Diudiu in her arms, steadying Qin Han's trembling body.
"Papa, what's wrong?" Diudiu asked, touching Qin Han's cheeks.
"Daddy's fine, just a bit tired," Qin Han managed a weak smile.
"Mr. Qin, are your injuries severe?" Ming Xizhi asked anxiously from the side.
"It's nothing. If my martial power had been fully recovered, he couldn't have withstood me at all. A few days of rest should suffice," said Qin Han indifferently.
Ming Xizhi knew that Qin Han had previously been in the capital to treat his own father's illness and had already expended too much of his strength. The image of him spitting out blood was still vivid in his memory.
He thought that if not for the significant depletion of strength due to treating his father, that middle-aged man from the Chen family would not have been a match for Qin Han.
After all, if he thought he could defeat Qin Han, he certainly wouldn't have just walked away like that.
