It works, but he hisses in pain as he pays attention and helps him with the fresh cuts of the open wounds. The cloth becomes red upon contact, but Lan Zhan kept a stoic face.

"I'm not going to drop dead, Wei Ying. I just feel very tired." He closes his eyes as he Wei Ying tends to him, nursing his wounds. He braces himself, hissing in pain as Wei Ying cleans him up until it looks like he doesn't bleed so much.

"Wei Ying, your hands." Seeing his own blood on his hands. "I'm sorry." After a while, after Wei Ying takes care of him. "...Thank you."