Looking at the scene behind the Divine Emperor, Qin Han said unexpectedly, "How could it have spread so quickly in just one night?"
"Mr. Qin, the Divine Emperor's back has always been like this. Could it be that the poison he was exposed to before has spread?" asked Old Jiang hastily.
At that moment, a lifelike lotus flower appeared on the Divine Emperor's back.
The Divine Emperor then said, "Is there still a chance to save me? If not, I might as well get dressed. It's rather chilly."
"And here you are still in the mood to joke," Qin Han said with a furrowed brow. "I can only try."
"Mr. Qin, how long can the Divine Emperor last if he isn't treated? And what's the worst outcome if he is treated?" Old Jiang asked with a solemn face.
Qin Han pondered for a moment before replying, "Without treatment, the Divine Emperor might not live past three months. If the treatment goes well, needless to say, but if it goes poorly, he might die instantly!"
"Ah? How could that be?"
