Yang Yan chuckled and said lightly:
"How many lives I have is none of your concern. You should worry about how many your brother has left!"
"I think if it were any later, not even the gods could save him."
Hearing Yang Yan's words, the man was clearly taken aback.
He wasn't unaware of how severe his brother's injury was.
If it weren't for the clinic here and the fact it was a gunshot wound, making it impossible to go to a regular hospital, he would have left long ago.
"You save him first, I'll go get the money right away! As long as you can keep him alive, no matter how much you ask, I'll give it to you."
The man gave Yang Yan a serious look, then turned and walked straight out.
"What a clueless guy."
Watching the man's back as he left, Yang Yan showed a faint smile.
Then, he walked over and squatted down beside the softly groaning man.
"Hey! Are you okay? That guy had a gun, you know! And he didn't look like a good person either."
