It was as if he heard Ding Huan's desperate calls, and Qu Yi's fingers trembled slightly.
Blurred by tears, Ding Huan saw this slight tremor.
Ding Huan wished he could slap himself a few times.
Death and vitality are different, at least Qu Yi's vitality hadn't faded yet. With vitality remaining, there was a chance that his injury recovery Genetic Potion could work.
Moreover, since Qu Yi's fingers were still moving, it indicated that Qu Yi was still sentient.
The Genetic Potion in his body contained a trace of Divine Beast Bloodline specifically for injury recovery.
He should have immediately merged this injury recovery Genetic Potion into Qu Yi first, instead of grieving.
Without hesitation, he put down his backpack and took out the bottle of injury recovery Genetic Potion he had kept for Qu Yi.
Ding Huan opened the potion, stepped forward to open Qu Yi's lips, and poured the Genetic Potion into his mouth.
