Old bandages that had been used to stop the bleeding were on the ground, soaked in crimson. Dan Heng was struggling to treat his wound which emanated an endless trail of blood.  

If it weren’t for the muffled groans of agony that could vaguely be heard, you probably wouldn’t have found yourself in the midst of such a grotesque scene.  

"I can handle this myself."  

Though badly wounded, his coldness was still evident. But you were still adamant about helping him anyway.